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her butt, his warm palm sliding over her skin.
“Yesss. Oh…” She took a deep shaking breath. “Yes, Caleb. Touch me.”
“You are a naughty girl,” he said, his voice rough, his touch firm. So cheesy. It should have put her off, but it turned her on. Because she’d never thought of herself as a naughty girl. A hardworking girl. A nerdy girl. But not terribly naughty, not terribly appealing. Not the kind of woman who abandoned all good sense, reason and deference to moral codes. To societal norms.
But today she was. And damn she liked it. “You want me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You want me to take you with everyone just outside. If I make you scream, they’ll all hear. They’ll all know. Is that what you want, baby?”
“Are you asking? I thought you were in charge.”
“Damn right I’m in charge,” he said.
At least he was asking what she wanted, not making her fumble around to figure out what he liked. At least his response to her request wasn’t, “you know I don’t like that freaky shit.” Which had, honest to goodness, been her ex’s response to her request for sex from behind. Which, she seemed to be in prime position for now.
But not yet. Not until after he’d teased her more. Not until he’d made her want it more.
She heard him working on the belt buckle, one hand still firm on the back of her neck, holding her to her spot at the desk. As if anything beyond an earthquake could move her now.
She closed her eyes and listened, the soft sound of his belt being tugged through the loops of his pants sending a shiver of anticipation down from where he still held her with his hand, to the base of her spine. Gathering there, a knot of need, of longing that only he could relieve.
She heard his zipper being tugged down. Who would have ever thought she’d be listening for a zipper sound? And that it would bring her close to the brink of orgasm.
It was in his control. His control to relieve the unbearable tension, or to hold her on edge like this forever. The waiting was delicious, almost as good as satisfaction.
She was trembling, shaking from her lips on down. And he was waiting.
“Tell me how wet you are for me,” he said.
“I…I…” She was going to die. He was going to kill her with the waiting and his words.
“Tell me, baby, or I’m not going to give you what you want.”
“I’m…you make me…you make me so wet,” she said, shifting, trying to alleviate the ache that was burning between her thighs. “I want you so much it hurts.”
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
“I want you…I need you…inside me.”
“Like this?” He moved, his fingers delving between her thighs, spreading her open. She felt exposed, powerless. In the very best way. She was at his mercy, and she had no idea what he would do next. Only that she would like it. Because there was nothing Caleb had done to her so far that she hadn’t liked.
“More,” she said, the tease excruciating now. She was ready to beg. She had no pride at all where he was concerned. Where this was concerned.
His fingers grazed her clit before he dipped one inside her. She gasped, her entire body tensing, poised right on the edge. “Or did you want it like this?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip. There were no words, at least none she could find.
He moved his finger in and out of her body. She bucked against him. Needing more now. Needing all of him.
“Caleb,” she said, his name a long, low moan. And she didn’t even care if anyone heard.
“You want me,” he said. There was nothing obnoxious or cocky in his tone. It was a sort of intense growl that reverberated through her. It was a reflection of how she felt.
It wasn’t light, easy wanting. Not now. It was something hard. Intense and demanding. Something that was taking her places she’d never been. Making her crave things she’d never known she wanted.
He moved his hands and gripped her hips, his tongue sliding over her
“Yesss. Oh…” She took a deep shaking breath. “Yes, Caleb. Touch me.”
“You are a naughty girl,” he said, his voice rough, his touch firm. So cheesy. It should have put her off, but it turned her on. Because she’d never thought of herself as a naughty girl. A hardworking girl. A nerdy girl. But not terribly naughty, not terribly appealing. Not the kind of woman who abandoned all good sense, reason and deference to moral codes. To societal norms.
But today she was. And damn she liked it. “You want me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“You want me to take you with everyone just outside. If I make you scream, they’ll all hear. They’ll all know. Is that what you want, baby?”
“Are you asking? I thought you were in charge.”
“Damn right I’m in charge,” he said.
At least he was asking what she wanted, not making her fumble around to figure out what he liked. At least his response to her request wasn’t, “you know I don’t like that freaky shit.” Which had, honest to goodness, been her ex’s response to her request for sex from behind. Which, she seemed to be in prime position for now.
But not yet. Not until after he’d teased her more. Not until he’d made her want it more.
She heard him working on the belt buckle, one hand still firm on the back of her neck, holding her to her spot at the desk. As if anything beyond an earthquake could move her now.
She closed her eyes and listened, the soft sound of his belt being tugged through the loops of his pants sending a shiver of anticipation down from where he still held her with his hand, to the base of her spine. Gathering there, a knot of need, of longing that only he could relieve.
She heard his zipper being tugged down. Who would have ever thought she’d be listening for a zipper sound? And that it would bring her close to the brink of orgasm.
It was in his control. His control to relieve the unbearable tension, or to hold her on edge like this forever. The waiting was delicious, almost as good as satisfaction.
She was trembling, shaking from her lips on down. And he was waiting.
“Tell me how wet you are for me,” he said.
“I…I…” She was going to die. He was going to kill her with the waiting and his words.
“Tell me, baby, or I’m not going to give you what you want.”
“I’m…you make me…you make me so wet,” she said, shifting, trying to alleviate the ache that was burning between her thighs. “I want you so much it hurts.”
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
“I want you…I need you…inside me.”
“Like this?” He moved, his fingers delving between her thighs, spreading her open. She felt exposed, powerless. In the very best way. She was at his mercy, and she had no idea what he would do next. Only that she would like it. Because there was nothing Caleb had done to her so far that she hadn’t liked.
“More,” she said, the tease excruciating now. She was ready to beg. She had no pride at all where he was concerned. Where this was concerned.
His fingers grazed her clit before he dipped one inside her. She gasped, her entire body tensing, poised right on the edge. “Or did you want it like this?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip. There were no words, at least none she could find.
He moved his finger in and out of her body. She bucked against him. Needing more now. Needing all of him.
“Caleb,” she said, his name a long, low moan. And she didn’t even care if anyone heard.
“You want me,” he said. There was nothing obnoxious or cocky in his tone. It was a sort of intense growl that reverberated through her. It was a reflection of how she felt.
It wasn’t light, easy wanting. Not now. It was something hard. Intense and demanding. Something that was taking her places she’d never been. Making her crave things she’d never known she wanted.
He moved his hands and gripped her hips, his tongue sliding over her
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