“You can’t bend over my desk like that,” Lucas says.

I spin around, startled by his voice. “Pardon?”

He closes the door and twists the lock, already tugging loose the knot in his tie. I’m still not used to the way he looks at me, animalistic. Hungry. Always eager to please.

“Bent over, with your ass in the air—makes me want to fuck you.”

I gulp in a shock of air. “Maybe that’s the point.”

He pauses, clearly surprised by my comeback. I reach for him now and he covers me with his body to claim my mouth with his. My fingers slide up his chest and begin to pop open his buttons, one by one. I take my time undoing them, letting my lips and tongue follow the path of my hands. He shivers when I kiss his bare flesh.

My breath comes out in a sigh. I love that I can make him go weak, that he isn’t the only one holding the power.

I kiss the ink on the back of his elbow, then the pulse throbbing at his wrist. My tongue swirls across each scar, every beautiful tattoo. I press my lips to the palm of his hand and curl my fingers around it, then bring it to my face. He cups my cheek, then slides his grip to the base of my neck.

My response is another throaty sigh.

Lucas kisses my mouth. My chin. My jaw. His lips slide along the curves of my face and the soft vulnerability of my throat, where he presses his teeth until I moan and arch against him. He moves lower, nibbling and nipping over my collarbones and the slopes of my breasts. He takes a nipple between his lips through my blouse and bra. I shudder with pleasure.

“Lower,” I whisper, with a smile.

“Gladly,” he says as he unbuttons my shirt with aching slowness, peppering me with wet kisses down my torso and stomach.

I tangle my fingers in his hair to keep him from tickling me too much.

My body quivers under his touch. “Lower.”

Lucas nibbles on my hip, inching down my skirt. He kisses my thigh and brushes his mouth across my lace panties, pausing to blow heat against my swollen mound. His fingers hook into the waistband and tug them away.

I lean up against the desk for balance, looking down at him on his knees, my chest filling with ridiculous thrill.

He hooks my calf over his shoulder and slides his hand beneath my ass to lift my pussy to his face. His tongue finds the seam of my slit and he parts my lips with his gentle caress. Steady, slow, unwavering. He uses the flat of his tongue to stroke my clit. In minutes, I’m on edge—exactly where he likes me, no matter how much I writhe and moan for release. There’s something intoxicating about the way he maintains control.

“Please,” I say softly.

He lifts his head, lips glistening with my juices. I run my fingers through his hair, and then take his chin in my hand. Our gazes meet, hold. Lucas dips his head and gives my pussy another long, deliberate lick.

“You belong to me,” he says, in a low voice. “This pussy. This body. It’s mine.”

I couldn’t argue even if I wanted—his touch always renders me speechless, as if I am under some kind of powerful spell. He is still my puppeteer, a master of my strings.

I open myself to him, and he eagerly dives in to feast. Licking and sucking on my clit until I am swept up in a wave of pleasure so intense, I need to grip the edge of the desk for balance. I bite down hard on my lip to stop from crying out.

“Oh. My. God.”

Lucas lifts his head and licks his lips before kissing the inside of my quivering thighs and moving up my body. His hard cock presses tight across my belly.

“I want you inside of me,” I say, breathless, still reeling from another amazing orgasm. Sometimes I wonder if that kind of pleasure can ever go away. How is it possible to feel satisfied, but never satiated? Before Lucas, I’d never have thought that possible.

“You have no idea how much I want that, darlin.’”

With his hands on my hips, he gently turns me so that I face the windows, staring out at the sun as it dips behind the cityscape. I splay my palms out on the surface of the desk and arch my back, ever so slight, spreading my legs further apart.

Lucas puts one hand on the small of my back, and with the other guides his cock inside me. He’s so thick and swollen, I gasp.

He pauses while my pussy absorbs his length, and then I tilt my buttocks to allow him deeper. Lucas’s fingers dig into the flesh above my hips and he begins to move. The rhythmic back and forth of his cock sliding in and out of me pulls the start of an orgasm from within my core.

My hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my clit, and I rub while he thrusts and moves inside me. The pressure and slickness of my fingertips push me closer to climax, but it’s more than the way our bodies work together. It’s the thrill of trying something new—I’ve never touched myself before like this—coupled with the danger of getting caught fucking in our office. At any moment, one of staff could knock on the door, abruptly ending this, and it’s perhaps this very thought that makes me rub faster while his cock pounds me up against the desk.

In the heat of the moment, Lucas slaps my ass with a sharp, stinging crack. I blink in shock, but recover quickly, tilting my buttocks as though inviting him to do it again. He slaps a bit harder this time, and my hips buck forward, pushing my clit into my touch.

The combination is my undoing. I come with a harsh and rasping cry, biting down on my lip to stop from screaming out his name. Lucas thrusts harder. He curls into me, pumping like a jackhammer. I feel a spasm shockwave through him. He hisses through his lips, grunts, and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

His hands curl around to my chest and cup my breasts.

He rolls my nipples between his fingertips, and somehow, it brings on a second climax that sends pulsating waves from the top of skull through to the tips of my toes.

“I love you,” I say, softly, gasping as I realize what I’ve said.

My cheeks burn with humiliation. I ache to apologize—this isn’t the time for such sentiments. And the longer he remains silent, the more embarrassed I become. He kisses each of my shoulders and then pulls away. Seconds later, I hear the swoosh of him yanking up his pants.

I blink back the tears, grateful my back is turned to him. I gather my clothes and carefully set them on the desk while I shimmy into my panties, clasp together my bra. By the time I’m fully dressed, I’ve collected my composure, though it’s hanging by a loose thread.

I slip into my heels and turn, smoothing my hands over my skirt to take out the wrinkles. Lucas cups my chin and tilts my face upward. “Hey darlin’,” he says, with a small smile that makes his eyes glisten. “I love you too.”