Page 58 of The Devil In Denim
God. Yes.
That was what she wanted. What she needed. Her legs fell open, widening to give him better access as he teased her. Somewhere in the process she lost her panties too, and then as a second finger joined the first inside her, pressing up to a spot that felt so damned good she nearly arched off the desk entirely, his mouth moved lower still and his tongue rolled over her clit, and she started to scream before she remembered exactly where she was and clamped her jaw shut with a moan.
“God. Alex.” She kept the sound low but it was difficult. The combination of his mouth moving lazily against her while his fingers set up a rhythm expressly designed to drive her crazy sent spikes of pleasure up her torso and down her legs over and over and over again until she reached the place where the world narrowed to just her body and his mouth and the heat building and building and building until one final touch pushed her over and she came hard, stifling her cries with her own hand, sparks spiraling behind her closed eyes.
When she came back to herself she realized that they were both lying on the floor. She had no idea how she’d gotten there. One minute she’d been lying on his desk trying not to scream as he made her come and the next they were down here. But she felt too damned good to worry about what had happened between then and now. She would put it down to mystical postorgasm relocation and call it a win. Alex was on his back, arm beneath her neck. His breath came rapidly, and his heart pounded beneath her ear.
Holy crap, she’d just had … um, bases, with the man who sort of was her boss.
And it had been pretty damn good.
Crap crap crap.
She lifted her head from his chest.
“Just give me a minute,” Alex said with a dazed voice. “I need to catch my breath.”
She felt herself smile. She’d knocked the breath out of Alex Winters. It was a nice feeling. Even though it really couldn’t happen again.
“You rest. I’ll just, um.…”
“What?” He lifted his head, arm tightening. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Back to work. People will wonder where I am. And where you are.” There were still a few people working at this now. Trying to make good with the new boss. Just like she was.
“Let’s hope they don’t reach the right conclusions.”
What did that mean? Was he on the same page as her? Did he realize exactly how crazy they’d just been? The thought stung a little even as it made her sigh with relief.
“I know. That was sort of…”
“Fantastic?” He dropped his head back to the carpet, a smile spreading across his face.
“Reckless.”
“Nah. The door’s locked.”
“Doesn’t mean everyone in the building has gone deaf.”
“We were quiet. And most of them would’ve gone home by now.”
She didn’t want to think about being quiet, or about the taste of his fingers as she’d clenched her mouth around them to stop from screaming.
“We shouldn’t have been anything.”
“Okay, now you’re talking crazy. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. You did.”
“Maybe I was faking.”
“You weren’t.” He let go of her and she sat up, pulling her shirt around her.
“Okay, I wasn’t faking.”
His smile grew wider, more satisfied. “Then you have to admit, it was pretty good.”
It had been good. She would’ve spent a lot more time playing the bases way back when if the boys in high school had known their way around their territory as well Alex did. Damn. She stared at her panties where they lay on the floor, trying to gather her wits. “Boasting’s unattractive.”
“Maggie.”
