me, now. Agreed?”
She nodded, beyond words, eating him up with her eyes. She
needed this. But sense crept back into her mind, enough for her to say, “Drop
the blinds.”
Without looking, he reached behind him for the cord and
released the blind to fall over the open window. He undid his pants, fumbling
with the button. “Door?”
She shook her head. “I can sense someone coming.” If he left
her now, even to lock the door, she’d lose her nerve. She’d start to think.
He jerked a nod. “Good enough.” He glanced down at her,
taking in her supine body in one comprehensive sweep. “Get those off.”
She shouldn’t feel such a thrill at his peremptory orders,
she really shouldn’t. But his commands turned her on, made her juices flow.
Hastily she undid her jeans and dragged them down, taking her panties with
them. He finished the job for her, shoving them to below her knees so he could
part her legs and enter her.
She needed him in her. Desperation fed her mind. And she
didn’t know why.
Not that she was thinking straight right now.
He groaned as his cock breached her pussy, echoing her moan
of encouragement and cry of “Yes!” and he didn’t stop until he’d embedded himself
fully. Her body opened gratefully to accept him. Wet and open as she was, he
still had to shove twice to get deep inside. She gripped him as if afraid he’d pull
out and leave. This couldn’t be happening, this madness that held them both in
a spell she couldn’t resist.
But it was. It was. As he rode her, she arched up so her ass
cleared the surface of the desk. Their bodies met with a wet slap—the only
sound in the quiet room apart from their gasps and moans. Neither spoke, except
with their bodies. She was hungry, like a woman starved of sex, although she’d
never missed it before after long fallow periods. As a civilized person, it had
been part of her life, something that added a sweetener. Nothing else. Now she
felt that she couldn’t live without it. She came with a keening cry, clutching
his T-shirt, crumpling the soft cotton in her hands.
They paused. Andros stared into her eyes, the link as
intimate as anything she could ever remember. As intimate as their joined
bodies. She’d never known what “seeing the soul in his eyes” meant before. She
breathed his name. “Andros.”
He bared his teeth, snapped like the dragon would. “Faye.”
He thrust again and they returned to the whirlwind. He
planted his hands on either side of her, the sweat on his palms making the
shiny veneer squeak in protest. He grinned at her and drove harder, faster. And
it still wasn’t enough. He filled her so completely that for once in her life
she felt fulfilled, not alone. She pulled him down for a kiss, needing him
filling her above and below.
Andros growled into her mouth and her senses prickled, a
wave spreading through her, pulsing through her body. This time she had the
time to feel her orgasm grow, to savor the sensation. It swept through her and
her lover sensed it, either saw it in her eyes or picked it up in the small
amount of her mind that she allowed him to share. Because even now she wouldn’t
open more for him.
She cried out, hearing his cries in response, feeling him
gush wetly inside her. Not caring who heard, who would come to discover them.
At least for a minute. For half a minute.
Then she quieted and listened. Andros’ breath came harsh in
the sudden silence. “Do you think anyone heard?” he asked.
She shook her head, her hair clinging to the desk with
static where it touched. “Not today. They’re all in the hall or they’re out.
Another day they’d have come running.”
She didn’t want him to leave. He gazed down at where their
bodies meshed, where his blond hair met her brown, and grinned. “Not what I had
in mind when I came in here.”
“Me neither,” she managed, her voice shakier than she liked.
Some agent she’d make. She should have used the chance with
him to gain a hold in his
She nodded, beyond words, eating him up with her eyes. She
needed this. But sense crept back into her mind, enough for her to say, “Drop
the blinds.”
Without looking, he reached behind him for the cord and
released the blind to fall over the open window. He undid his pants, fumbling
with the button. “Door?”
She shook her head. “I can sense someone coming.” If he left
her now, even to lock the door, she’d lose her nerve. She’d start to think.
He jerked a nod. “Good enough.” He glanced down at her,
taking in her supine body in one comprehensive sweep. “Get those off.”
She shouldn’t feel such a thrill at his peremptory orders,
she really shouldn’t. But his commands turned her on, made her juices flow.
Hastily she undid her jeans and dragged them down, taking her panties with
them. He finished the job for her, shoving them to below her knees so he could
part her legs and enter her.
She needed him in her. Desperation fed her mind. And she
didn’t know why.
Not that she was thinking straight right now.
He groaned as his cock breached her pussy, echoing her moan
of encouragement and cry of “Yes!” and he didn’t stop until he’d embedded himself
fully. Her body opened gratefully to accept him. Wet and open as she was, he
still had to shove twice to get deep inside. She gripped him as if afraid he’d pull
out and leave. This couldn’t be happening, this madness that held them both in
a spell she couldn’t resist.
But it was. It was. As he rode her, she arched up so her ass
cleared the surface of the desk. Their bodies met with a wet slap—the only
sound in the quiet room apart from their gasps and moans. Neither spoke, except
with their bodies. She was hungry, like a woman starved of sex, although she’d
never missed it before after long fallow periods. As a civilized person, it had
been part of her life, something that added a sweetener. Nothing else. Now she
felt that she couldn’t live without it. She came with a keening cry, clutching
his T-shirt, crumpling the soft cotton in her hands.
They paused. Andros stared into her eyes, the link as
intimate as anything she could ever remember. As intimate as their joined
bodies. She’d never known what “seeing the soul in his eyes” meant before. She
breathed his name. “Andros.”
He bared his teeth, snapped like the dragon would. “Faye.”
He thrust again and they returned to the whirlwind. He
planted his hands on either side of her, the sweat on his palms making the
shiny veneer squeak in protest. He grinned at her and drove harder, faster. And
it still wasn’t enough. He filled her so completely that for once in her life
she felt fulfilled, not alone. She pulled him down for a kiss, needing him
filling her above and below.
Andros growled into her mouth and her senses prickled, a
wave spreading through her, pulsing through her body. This time she had the
time to feel her orgasm grow, to savor the sensation. It swept through her and
her lover sensed it, either saw it in her eyes or picked it up in the small
amount of her mind that she allowed him to share. Because even now she wouldn’t
open more for him.
She cried out, hearing his cries in response, feeling him
gush wetly inside her. Not caring who heard, who would come to discover them.
At least for a minute. For half a minute.
Then she quieted and listened. Andros’ breath came harsh in
the sudden silence. “Do you think anyone heard?” he asked.
She shook her head, her hair clinging to the desk with
static where it touched. “Not today. They’re all in the hall or they’re out.
Another day they’d have come running.”
She didn’t want him to leave. He gazed down at where their
bodies meshed, where his blond hair met her brown, and grinned. “Not what I had
in mind when I came in here.”
“Me neither,” she managed, her voice shakier than she liked.
Some agent she’d make. She should have used the chance with
him to gain a hold in his
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