Chapter Thirteen

Konrad slipped his tongue in Scottie’s mouth. He steam-rolled ahead, taking cues from her body. Nothing could stop him. Not even the prospect of someone lingering in the office after hours could keep him from doing what he’d desired since the moment he saw her.

Cupping her ass, he pulled her hard against his instant erection. Moaning, she ran her palms up his sides to his shoulders. Her lips moved over his, surrendering to him and then taking some control. The woman could kiss, and he savored the mix of scotch and pear on her tongue. God, he wanted to lick every part of her.

Lifting her off the floor, Konrad walked with her into his office, setting her down on his desk. Immediately, she parted her legs, giving him a space to stand over her as they continued their kiss. His hands rode up her smooth thighs. He thanked the gods she decided to wear a skirt that day.

“Konrad?” she asked in a broken whisper.

“Yes?” His lips trailed over her chin and down her throat to her collarbone.

“Should we be doing this?” She slipped her fingers in his trousers’ waistband and pulled up his shirt. His stomach rippled at the touch of her fingers on his skin.

“Probably not,” he said, unbuttoning her blouse until her white lace bra emerged. He groaned at the perfection of her perky breasts. With little finesse, he pulled a cup to the side and took her nipple in his mouth.

Scottie cried out, her thighs tightening around him. “Maybe we should stop.”

He halted all action, his eyes opening. “Do you want me to stop?”

They stared at each other, both of them drawing in sharp breaths. No way did she want him to stop. He could practically smell the need wafting off her body. She bit her bottom lip and tugged his belt loose. No stopping. They would take this to the end.

Scottie pulled Konrad to her, their lips touching again. She licked his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth, which didn’t take much. Once he’d opened up, he took control of the kiss. His tongue delved far inside her mouth, exploring every part of her. It was just a precursor to the other places he wanted to put his tongue. He’d show her he was more than capable of giving her the best pleasure she’d ever known.

That was what she had already done for him.

With haste, she slipped off his belt, dropping it to the tiles with a crash. Next came her blouse. She practically ripped it off, tossing it over his chair. She was fiery. Wanton. She knew what she wanted. And it turned him on even more.

As he kissed her, he took off his own shirt and tossed it to the floor. Before he knew it, his trousers were around his ankles, and her skirt was hiked up enough for him to see her panties matched her bra.

“Fuck, Scottie,” he groaned, his hands riding up her thighs to touch her. “You’re so wet.”

She leaned back on her hands, her legs opening wider. “I’ve wanted you since I kissed you.”

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” It was true. He’d desired her before the kiss. Before he’d taken her to the EaDo property. Pulling down the delicate strings of her thong, he slipped her panties down until it dangled from her left ankle. Skin on skin, he settled between her legs. “I hated the way Jeff was flirting with you.”

“Were you jealous?” Her tone was bold, brazen. It was obvious she was aware of the power she had over him.

Before he kissed her again, he growled, “Very.”

Konrad would literally do anything for her in that moment. Give her anything.

What an odd feeling for him. He’d thought he was controlling the situation, but he knew now she had all the control.

Their tongues tangled, danced. He couldn’t have been any harder, and she couldn’t have been any softer. Somehow, in the heat of the moment, he grabbed a condom from his wallet faster than the blink of an eye. In no time he was sheathed and ready to have her—to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had. He gazed down at her, looking for a sign to continue or not.

A seductive look on her face, parted lips, and hooded eyes, gave him the answer he was looking for.

She leaned back. Every part of her was exposed. He groaned at the beauty of her. Scottie took his cock in her hands, stroking him until he thought he might explode. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.

No thoughts. Just doing. He entered her, diving through her tight skin. It was so delicious. Her sounds were just as intoxicating as he buried himself inside her. She whimpered until he’d impaled her to the hilt and stopped. His heart pounded. Fuck. He could lose it so easily, but he wasn’t inclined to do that. Her pleasure was more important than his. He moved back, slowly, watching her face soften with ecstasy with every inch he gave her.

“You’re so…” She trailed off.

“What?” he urged.

She bit her lip, her eyes shut tight. “You barely fit inside me.”

Konrad knew he had a big cock. It was the one thing he knew women liked about him. Maybe the only thing. He pressed himself further inside her, hearing her cry out with the depths he conquered. “You can take it.”

“I can,” she said, pulling him into her again until their lips met in a savage kiss.

Sweat dripped down his back, and when he got too close again, he stopped. This was about Scottie.

“Harder,” she begged, digging her fingers into his back.

Harder, he drove insider her. Over and over until her whimpers became moans and her moans became pants. Before he could catch his breath, she clung to him, screaming out his name with her release.

“Fuck, Scottine,” he groaned, moving in and out of her over and over until his orgasm came to the surface and exploded in a mass of pleasure he’d not felt in a long time. Never, actually.

Sweaty and shaking from the exertion, they fell limply onto each other.

After a few minutes, or maybe an eternity, Konrad lifted off Scottie, staring at her. My God. What have I done?