The second his hand fell onto my wrist, I felt his strength. The calluses on his hands and the scars that boasted of his hard work in the Navy. It took my breath away as he turned me around. As I gazed into those bright blue eyes. But when his hand cupped the back of my head, my knees grew weak.

And when he kissed me, my walls came tumbling down.

The entire time we were sitting next to one another, I felt his heat radiating out for me. Our knees knocked together while we talked, and it shot electricity through my body. My nipples puckered against my bra every damn time his voice hit my ears in his low, rumbling voice that filled a room with nothing but a whispered command. His lips touched mine, and my hands fisted his shirt. Rachel was right. It had been way too fucking long since a man had enjoyed me.

My excess put off a lot of men.

But apparently, not all men.

The door to the office slammed closed before my back hit it. Clay’s rough hands rushed down my body, tugging at my shirt. I lifted my hands so he could get it off me before I fumbled with his belt. I ripped the leather from its loops before my trembling hands worked on his button and his zipper.

His lips felt hot against my skin.

“Oh,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

His lips kissed down my neck. He nibbled at the patches of skin that poured over my bra that had become too small over the years. His pants fell from my hands as he traveled down, his massive palms pinning me to the doorway. I gripped his shirt, trying to get it off as he kissed down my stomach. He removed my pants without a second thought, his tongue dancing along my body. He kissed my stomach and nibbled at my love handles. His hands fisted my waist as my thick body molded to him.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered.

Then, he pulled my panties off to the side.

He lapped up my slit, and it sent me shivering. He did it, over and over again, light strokes that sent my thighs trembling. He helped me out of my pants, then kissed up the insides of my legs and sucked on my shivering thighs. He stood up and pulled me to him, my body exposed for him as he fell back into his office chair.

“I don’t think that can hold us,” I whispered.

“I promise you, it can,” he growled.

He pulled out his cock before he pulled me into his lap. And as he inched his way between my dripping folds, my eyes bulged. Holy hell, he was massive. I groaned and wiggled around, trying to find the most comfortable angle. I slowly slipped down his girth, coating him with my juices as my jaw quivered. I gazed into his ice-blue eyes, fierce with heat as his hands commanded my movements.

“Take your time,” he grunted.

I settled against him, panting for air. He gripped my excess as it poured over his edges. He kissed my chest again, the marks he left behind on my breasts. Then, he moved my hips, rolling me deeply into him as he commanded my movements.

I lost myself in the thickness of him, in his strength, in his grunts. I lost myself in the electricity that blinded my vision. I bounced up and down on his cock. My juices dripped to his balls as he bit into my skin. I gasped for air, kissing his lips and his cheek and his neck, anything I could possibly get my hands on. I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my knees into the chair. I bucked against him, harder, faster, until my tits bounced in his face despite the fact that they were still holstered.

“Fucking hell, that’s it. Don’t stop, Ira.”

“Clay. Shit. I’m so close. So close. I’m… it’s… yes.”

I buried my face into his neck and whimpered out my pleasure. My pussy clamped down around him, and I felt his cock jump. His rippling arms cloaked my back. He held me to his chest as my body trembled in his strong embrace. I nibbled on his pulse point. He growled into my ear as he poured himself into me. I collapsed into his body, feeling him catch me as he drew in deep breaths to calm himself down.

It wasn’t until I pulled myself off his lap that it hit me.

Holy shit. I just fucked my boss in his office.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” I said.

I scrambled to get back into my clothes while Clay tucked himself away.

“I shouldn’t have—it was—Clay, I’m so—”

“It’s okay, Ira.”

His soothing voice hit my ears, and it caused me to look back at him.

“It’s not. I slept with my boss. That’s never okay, Clay.”

“Everything is fine, Ira. I won’t treat you any differently than any of the other staff, if that makes you feel better.”

I nodded. “It does… a little bit.”

“Any way I can make that ‘a lot a bit’?”

I giggled. “Did I just…?”

I was petrified that I had taken advantage of a man in mourning. And by the look that rose in his eye, he knew exactly what I was trying to ask.

“No. You didn’t. And I hope I didn’t, either,” he said.

“No. You didn’t. I promise,” I said.