As I stepped toward her, my pulse hammered in my wrists and my shaft ached with the memory of the last time we were together—just like it did every time I was around her. I approached, the familiar scent of her lavender and chamomile shampoo filling the air, and it was all I could do not to tell her to get on her knees in front of me right then and there.

But no, right now I had to convince her that we were meant to be lovers. It was my one and only mission. And I never failed a job.

Slowly, I pushed an errant strand of silken hair behind her ear and then twisted it around my finger.

“Don’t you remember how good it was, Piper?” I asked, my voice deep and low. “When I sank between your thighs and licked you?”

She swallowed hard, and I cupped her cheek, stroking the pad of my thumb against her tight jaw.

“You tasted so good, you know that? Every time I see you, I think of that. How good you tasted. My tongue on your pretty pink clit.”

She shivered, and my hand dropped lower, tracing the column of her throat and then the hollow of her collarbone.

“And then, when I’m thinking about you? I think about how good it would be to taste the rest of you. To kiss my way down your neck…” I trailed my thumb up and down her throat again. “And your breasts…” I rested my palm just above the swell of her chest. “And your perfect little nipples.”

She shivered again, her pupils dilating as she met my gaze. Her breath was coming faster now, and I knew I had her under my spell just as much as I was under hers.

“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you in this tiny red skirt?”

She shook her head, eyes wide, her gaze still trained on mine.

“I thought of how nice it would be to undress you until you weren’t wearing anything but this skirt. And then you know what I’d do?”

She swallowed before shaking her head again.

“I’d grip the hem.” I did exactly that, and she made no move to stop me, which only made my heart pound harder and my blood run hotter. “And I’d hike it all the way up to your waist so that I could see all of you. You know what I’d do next?”

She took a deep breath, her warm exhale fanning against my chest.

“I’d bend you over my desk and use your skirt to pull you into me while I slid my cock into you. Long and deep, over and over again.”

I released the hem of the skirt and then made my way to the collar of her shirt, fingering the first button with a light caress. “So tell me, Piper. What do you want?”

“I want you to undress me, and I want to undress you,” she said without missing a beat.

Excellent.

It wasn’t an answer to my earlier proposal, but it was something. I’d get to be inside her one more time.

“That can be arranged.” I unfastened the top button on her shirt and then worked the rest deftly until the two sides slid apart to reveal a pretty purple bra with little lace detailing. When I was finished, she shrugged from the shirt and reached for mine, making quick work of my tie before unfastening the buttons with enviable speed.

Grabbing the hem of her skirt, I hiked it up exactly as I’d promised and glimpsed the scrap of matching purple panties beneath. At the sight of them, I wanted to sink to my knees and drag them down with my teeth, but Piper distracted me as she reached for my belt and unfastened it quickly before pulling down my fly and dropping to the floor as she lowered my pants.

Carefully, I stepped from my slacks and gripped the desk on either side of me as she guided me back, her knees spread apart ever so slightly as she settled onto the ground just as I’d imagined so many times.

My throbbing length bucked and jerked in anticipation of those soft fingers…that molten mouth.

With one delicate hand, she gripped the elastic of my boxers and pulled them down, allowing my member to jut out in front of her.

“When you think of me, do you touch yourself?” she asked, her voice breathy, needy, and even now, a bit shy.

I nodded and then gripped the base of my shaft to demonstrate. Instead, though, she pushed my hand aside and replaced it with her own, working me up and down as she stared up at me, teasing me with her tantalizing plump lips so near.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” I asked, the question alone making me ache with another swell of longing.

At first, I didn’t think she was going to answer. But then she looked me dead in the eyes and nodded, wetting her lips.

“Yes.”

She gripped me harder, working me slightly faster before leaning in closer and licking my head with one long, beautiful stroke of that tongue.

Looking up at me all the while, she closed her mouth over me, bobbing up and down as she worked the rest of me with her hand, and I let out a little groan as the tip of her tongue stroked me up and down in time with her movements.

“Fuck,” I ground out, and I felt her smile around me as she let out a little moan of approval.

The vibration of her voice sizzled through me, rocking me to my core. I fisted her hair, letting her control the movements, fighting the desire to rush it. To plunge forward and feel the tender flesh at the back of her throat.

She must have sensed my need, because she increased the suction, her cheeks going concave as she drew on my stiff cock, sucking harder, deeper, until I knew I couldn’t take another moment. If I had my way, we’d be able to take it slow the next time or the next after that. Right now, I was like a wild man, desperate to be inside her.

Gripping her hair in my hand, I guided her back until she released me.

“That’s enough. Now it’s my turn.” Taking her shoulders in both hands, I pulled her back to standing and then gripped her panties and broke the delicate string with a snap. The scrap of fabric tumbled to the floor, and she looked down at it for a moment before her hungry gaze found mine again.

“Those are mine now,” I said.

She gave me another wide-eyed stare and a nod, and I bent over to pull a condom from my pocket before rolling it over my waiting shaft. Eyes locked on mine, she slid onto the desk, spread her legs apart to show me every inch of her pretty pink center.

“You coming?”

It took all my effort not to drop down in front of her and lick the space long and deep until she came, but I knew I couldn’t wait that long. I had to have her—and soon.

“No,” I growled and then pulled her from the surface of the desk and flipped her around before wrenching her skirt back up to her waist. “You had your fun. Now we do things my way.”

“And what if I want to do things my way?”

“Then you’ll have to come back for more, I guess.” Her bare ass was round and smooth, and I squeezed my eyes closed because suddenly it was all too much.

“You ready for me?” I asked, my throat so tight with need that I could barely squeeze the words out.

She nodded, and I gripped myself hard before pushing into her wet, waiting heat.

God, how I’d fantasized about this moment—having her here, bent over my desk with the whole city in front of us. I could see my reflection in the wide glass window, standing over her, entering her slow and steady. But all my fantasies and reflections couldn’t compare to the actual feel of her.

She was soft and pliable in my hands, leaning into me as I slid deep and then deeper until I was buried to the hilt. Gripping her skirt with one hand, I pulled her still deeper, and she let out a little satisfied moan.

“Say my name, Piper,” I murmured.

“Jackson,” she moaned, arching back against me.

My shaft hardened to the point of pain, and she used her inner muscles to squeeze me even tighter, encouraging me to ride her faster. But I couldn’t. The second I lost my self-control, I would be bucking into her so hard and fast that everything would skitter from my desk and she’d be gripping the mahogany edges for dear life. We’d be done before we even started.

No, I had to take my time, working her body nice and slow before I took everything she had to offer.

So, with a firm grip on her skirt, I took my other hand and smacked the tender curve of her ass, loving the little yelp she let out as much as the moan of pleasure when I soothed her, kneading the skin gently with my palm.

“Do you like it, Piper?” I asked.

Smack.

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, arching her back into my hand as I massaged the space again.

With every playful blow, her channel tightened still more around me, but I held back, no matter how hard it was to continue my slow, steady rhythm.

Smack.

I rubbed her reddening skin, and she whimpered her approval.

“Please, Jackson, I want everything,” she said. “I’m so close. Just please, fuck me.”

Her words pushed me over the edge, and my balls went tight as hot liquid snaked up my shaft. Gripping her hips tight, I pulled back and plunged forward.

Instantly, her walls quaked around me, and she clutched the edge of the desk as her body writhed with pleasure. And then, when her voice broke into a chorus of whimpers, it was all over.

Gripping her skirt with both hands, I thrust into her harder and faster, ignoring the sharp squeaks of the desk as I took her in the deep, dirty way I’d been imagining all week.

“Yes, Jackson,” she cried, and I gripped her hair in one hand, pulling gently as she gasped and slapped the surface of the desk. Looking at our reflection, I could see the pure ecstasy in her eyes as I pushed deeper with every thrust until my cup of pens skittered to the floor and she knocked my papers down along with them.

“Lose control for me again, baby,” I ground out, and she did, squeezing me so tight that stars shot in front of my eyes while my balls drew up and the coil of tension low in my stomach expanded and, at last, collapsed, shooting waves of pleasure through my body with so much force that I let out a low groan as I pushed into her again and again.

Then it was over and I was shooting into her hard and fast, cursing the damn condom that separated me from her. It was so good, so hot, so intense that I knew this wouldn’t—couldn’t—be the last time.