The light was still on in his office, all of the other doorways that lined the hall from mine now darkened. I pull in a breath, second-guessing my sanity. Could I truly go through with this?

Lonely months had pushed me to this point. An ache for a physical connection I could no longer ignore. Why I was here and not at the nearest bar was the crazy part. I’m not ignorant to the way men looked at me. Well, those who were brave enough to. Those were the men who rallied past my not interested attitude. Problem is, I don’t want a boyfriend. Nope, all I wanted right now was for someone to fuck that ache right out of me.

Not just anyone, I, Samantha Abernathy, want Brent Evans.

In fact, that ache within me started the first time I saw him all those months ago. It had been his first day in the office. I remember skidding to a halt at the sight of him, or his ass to be honest, since his back was to me.

It was an ass that could have had that brand of slacks selling out in minutes if someone posted of picture of it online. Then my gaze had moved to his shoulders and that ache had intensified. Shoulders and a great ass are my weakness, but it was when he had turned around that I knew I was screwed.

At that point I had mentally prayed that he was a client, someone who was in the office to close on a house. Someone I would never have to see again.

Deep down, I knew better. Even before Abby, introduced him as our new colleague I had known. It was like he had been created from my deepest wildest fantasies to tempt my resolve. For months I have fought my growing desire.

All of that resolve went up like a poof of smoke with two words today.

“Stop pretending.”

Oh, how those words in his gravely voice had made my stomach drop. The fact that he had stood so close to me, close enough for me to feel his body heat through the thin silk of my blouse had only intensified my reaction to them.

Before I could respond, he had turned and walked away, leaving me to stare after him. As soon I pulled myself together I retreated to the privacy of my office, leaning against the door to keep myself upright. The cool wood had done little to extinguish the flame that bloomed within.

I spent the rest of the day warring between the mortification that he had seen right through me, to a need for him more powerful than anything I had experienced before. Canceling my afternoon appointments, I weighed the options until I finally made my choice. Then I waited, somehow knowing he would be waiting as well, for the office to empty.

Willing my legs not to shake, I closed the distance between our doors.

The light spilling into the dim hall was like a beacon, an invitation beckoning me forward.

At last, I stood in his open doorway.

“What took you so long?”

His desk faced me, his gloriously built frame seated behind it.

His question unnerved me, just as his words earlier had.

“This could end badly,” I replied, holding his gaze.

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, reaching up to loosen his tie.

A hint of his neck became exposed. How could that one act be so erotic? There was a promise in that movement. My mouth watered. I wanted to crawl across his desk and into his lap so I could unbutton his shirt and taste his hard jaw line.

“But, we work together,” I argued trying to ignore the way his hungry gaze moved over me.

He gave me a lazy nod but didn’t respond.

My nerves got the better of me and I turned to flee, to race back to my office and pretend like this had never happened.

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” he said.

His words stopped me cold, before I spun to face him. “What?”

He shrugged. “I figured you’d be too scared.”

My lips parted. “I am not scared.”

His eyes roamed over me again before they locked on mine. “Then why are you running away?”

I took a step towards him, my fingers going to the top button of my blouse, an attempt to disguise my nerves.

“Stop,” he ordered.

I halted, both my feet and my hands.

“Come here. I want to undress you,” he said. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to unwrap you.”

Well shit. There’s no way I could have ran away. Not when the promise of his words turned my insides into molten pools of want. It was a miracle that I didn’t stumble as I moved toward him. He turned his chair toward me as I rounded his desk.

Leaning forward, his hands moved to my hips the moment I was within reach. I let out a gasp when he stood, lifting me, and turned to set me on his desk. Then, his mouth was on mine.

The months of fantasizing about him did nothing to prepare me for what his mouth on mine would feel like. It only fanned the flame inside me, bringing me all that much closer to combustion. He pushed my legs apart, moving to stand between them. One of his arms banded tightly around me, the other sliding up my back until his fingers fisted in my hair.

My hands moved to his waist, as I held on tight. His tongue traced the seam of my lips and I part them, eager to taste him. I marched right up to edge of a cliff and freefell into his kiss. Too soon his mouth left mine. He pulled away an inch and stared into my eyes.

Three seconds passed, I counted each one, before our mouths crashed again. Our kiss grew like a summer storm. He sprinkled kisses across my jaw and down the neckline of my blouse. My heart thundered in my chest as his fingers worked the buttons free.

My nipples tightened into buds once the cool air caressed my flesh. His hands were there to warm them, cupping my breasts as my thumbs stroked me. I was putty, ready and willing to be shaped by him. With one hand, he reached behind me, pushing papers off of the desk. They scattered like rainfall onto the floor. Pushing my skirt up, he knelt in front of me. His mouth was on me, right over my panties.

“Oh my God,” I panted, my hands coming to rest on the top his head.

Naked from the waist up, I was sitting on Brent’s desk while he ate me. My first orgasm had me arching my back as I gasped out his name. I gaped down at him, shock at how quickly he managed that. He tilted his face up and grinned at me.

That grin turned wicked as he eased my panties down my legs. As soon as they were off of me I launched myself at him, tackling him to the floor. He caught me. I tore at his clothes and he helped me undress him. I’ve seen him in casual clothes before, but never shirtless outside of my daydreams.

My hands roamed, over his broad shoulders, across his muscular chest and down his rippled abs. I had a destination in mind and could not wait to wrap my hands around his cock. He groaned deep in his throat once I gripped his thick length. He was impossibly hard. His long and thick cock made my mouth water for a taste of him. I shifted beside him and kissed my way down his body, licking and nipping at him along the way.

When he moved to sit up, I pushed him back down. “It’s my turn.”

He only half listened, his strong arms twisted me so that his talented fingers could tease and torture me between my legs. It was an effort to focus once his fingers were inside me, his thumb moving in a circular motion against my clit.

Brent Evans may have had complete control over my body at the moment, but I wanted to see if he would lose his concentration once my lips were wrapped around his dick. I took him deep, grinning to myself when his fingers paused and his guttural groan filled the air. That’s right, I was charge now.

His hand came up to push my hair back and he held it as he watched his cock fill my mouth. Our eyes locked and I was captivated by the raw passion in his gaze. He was an animal pacing within his cage, restrained but barely. We both knew I was his prey and as soon as I unleashed him, he was going to consume me entirely. I was on borrowed time.

Too soon, he was done letting me toy with him, done with letting me lick and suck his hard length. My core pulsed, a tremor in advance of the quake it knew was coming. I fought against the pull, wanting not to unlock his cage but to drive him so mad he’d tear the bars apart himself.

“Sam.”

I ignored his plea and sucked him harder, took him even deeper.

His legs shifted restlessly and I circled the swollen tip of his cock with my tongue.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips thrusting upward.

I resisted the urge to smile around him.

Strong hands gripped me under my arms before I could. He lifted me, and planted me back on the edge of his desk. I opened my mouth to protest, but his mouth was there, his tongue sweeping in as his cock drove into me. My back arched at the delicious sensation of him filling me. He didn’t give me time to savor the moment, pulling back only to power back in.

Then, Brent Evans fucked me better than any man or fantasy before him. My body stretched to as he filled me. His strokes were so deep they were almost brutal. His hands gripped my hips so hard I know I still bear the mark of them today. My body bucked with each thrust, my arms wrapped around his neck as I fought to hold on.

I awoken the feral beast and basked in the frenzy as he took me. The slap of our flesh echoed around us. Nothing else existed outside of his office, and his desk.

When he broke our kiss, he shoved his face into my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. And, as if he decided that wasn’t enough, he paused only a breath before his teeth clamped down on my skin.

My body roared in response, my orgasm stole the air from my lungs as I cried out his name. He panted against my skin, his hips still thrusting wildly against me. It was primal; it was a body-shaking earthquake that swallowed me whole. I clung to him, our bodies slick with sweat. His teeth didn’t release me until his come filled me. It was only then, after groaning with pleasure did he lift his head.

“That was…”

His words dangled as he dipped his head to drag his tongue across the place where his teeth scored my flesh. I wasn’t cold but I shivered anyway.

“I know.”

That was all the conversation he seemed interested in, his lips finding mine again. He reached back to grab the arm of his chair and dragged it back over to his desk. Once it was close enough, he sat back in it, pulling me with him. I straddled him as his hands slid up my naked back. When he moved us, his cock had slipped free. As we kissed it began to harden again beneath me.

“Already?” I said.

He answered by gripping my hips and grinding it against me. I groaned. He kissed me until I was panting with need, begging him to take me again. He complied, spinning me to face his desk before bending me over it. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back as his body claimed mine over and over again.

It was hours later before he was finally finished with me.

When he went to get me some paper towels from the bathroom to clean up with, the walls of his empty office folded in on me. I ran, ignoring the sticky wetness that trailed down my leg as I bolted for my office. As soon as I had my purse and keys I was gone, desperately needing to avoid any awkward goodbye.

After a shower, for what little was left of the night, I tossed and turned in my bed. How could I ever face him again? How could we ever go back to whatever we were before?

I decided avoidance was the safest route. Honestly, I could meet potential clients anywhere. Sure, I’d miss the convenience of the office but there were loads of relators who worked out of home offices.

I repeated that thought to myself my entire commute. Relief tinged with a pang of regret washed over me as I parked when I noticed his Jeep wasn’t in the lot. It’s better this way I reminded myself, clutching my travel coffee mug like a drowning person would cling to a lifesaver.

I stopped dead when I turned to enter my office.

Brent was there, sitting behind my desk. To say he looked pissed would be an understatement.

“Brent,” I managed, my throat raspy from all of the groaning I did the night before.

“Samantha,” he replied, not moving from my chair.

“What do you want?” I ask, forced steel coating my words to hide the way I trembled inside.

This man had pleasured me in ways I had not thought possible last night. I didn’t know how to be in the same room with him and not fling myself into his arms.

“For you to tell me which office I’m fucking you in tonight, yours or mine?”