Page 48 of Wicked Takeover
Lauren released his cock. “You gonna live?”
His chin rested on his chest. His complexion was darkened with lust, hair dangling over his beard-shadowed cheeks. “I’m not sure.”
That’s what she thought. She’d nearly done him in with desire. “You’re sure you don’t like this?” She cradled his balls again.
He groaned and shoved her hand aside. “I love it, but not now. Please.” He swallowed and hauled in another breath. “Later, when I can stand the stimulation.”
“Okay.” She stood, pivoted, and marched to the door.
“Hey.” Dante grabbed her skirt hem and used it to reel her in. With one arm around her waist, he snaked his hand beneath the thin fabric and cupped her ass. “What’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“This.” He eased his finger beneath her panty elastic and let it snap back. “What did I tell you about wearing underwear?”
That she shouldn’t. And she hadn’t at first. When she’d talked to Jasmina in the back room, Lauren had been naked beneath her skirt. Even though Jasmina had said Dante would be here and had a good excuse for not showing up early, Lauren had still felt silly. She’d brought her panties along, just in case, and had put them back on. Until this moment, she’d forgotten about them.
“You’ve been bad.” He squeezed her ass. “You know what that means?”
She did. But even though she’d locked his workstation door, there were other people in the building. Some strolled down the hall. “There are customers out there.”
“Good. I know you worry about us having enough revenue.” He pulled up his boxers and jeans, sank into a chair, and hauled her over his lap.
Lauren squeaked.
He threw up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
She breathed hard. He was really going to do this. Her face hurt from her crazed smile. She gripped Dante’s leg.
His palm cracked against her naked ass.
A sharp sting registered. She gritted her teeth to hold back a startled cry.
Footfalls halted outside the door.
A potential audience made this mega-hot. Lauren’s mound grew heavy and needy, desperate for Dante’s stiffened rod.
He paddled her longer than he had last night and then stopped, his breaths harsh.
Warmth quickly replaced the initial discomfort. Heat traveled from her ass to between her legs. She kissed his knee, then suckled it to thank him. “I like being bad.”
He chuckled and helped her up. After zipping his fly and buttoning his waistband, he held out his hand.
Lauren kissed his palm and licked his fingertips.
He fought a smile. “Give me your panties.”
“I don’t think they’ll fit you.”
He laughed, then crowded her. If it was to intimidate, he was out of luck. She liked him being close. She pressed her face to his tee and inhaled deeply, savoring the cotton’s freshly laundered scent and his muskiness beneath it.
His flat belly quivered from more laughter. He smacked her ass. “Take them off and give them to me. Now. No lip.”
Lauren might have argued, testing to see what he’d do next, but the intercom buzzed.
Dante’s customer had probably arrived. If he didn’t answer Jasmina eventually, she might tear in here to see why he wasn’t responding. Wanting to avoid that, Lauren pulled off her panties and dropped them in Dante’s hand. “You better answer the intercom.”
He regarded the scrap of black nylon and lace, smiled approvingly, and sniffed her scent on the fabric. “Holy mother fuck. I can’t stand this. Screw the intercom. Get naked.”
