Page 92 of Yours, For Now

To my surprise, she grabbed her phone and tapped it a few times. Then she left it on her side, screen down.

She pushed my chair back. "You know I'm the kind of girl to go for what I want, right?"

"Yes. It's one of the things I like best about you."

"I want to go for you. Now. Here." Her hand made a path down my face, my neck, and my chest. Two fingers found a way through my shirt's buttons; her nails scratched my skin through my undershirt. "We don't have to choose. I'll still go home with you. If you're okay with us doing something here, too."

I gulped. My heart beat fast. My hands grabbed her arms tight, to avoid starting to grab anything else. Everything else. "Are you sure?"

She licked her lips; her eyes closed for an instant, a hiccuped breath escaping her. She sat on my desk and put one foot on each side of my thighs on my chair; her knees remained together, the skirt just over them. My hands gave up the effort to play nice, and I grabbed her calves and squeezed. My eyes caught on a hundred tiny details: the shape of her in front of me, the way her chest expanded and contracted, the faint texture of her bra visible through the thin fabric of her top. Could I feel her nipples harden through it, if I palmed her breast? Could I pull the silk and lace combo down, freeing her breast to suck into my mouth?

"I want to remember this." Her chest expanded as she took a deep breath, which left her with a tremor. Her head fell back. A small moan escaped her. "Seeing you lose your mind for me."

My mind had lost the battle as soon as she'd put her heels on my chair. My slacks tented. My cock took over directing the show, with Lina as the star.

"Look at me." I covered her knees with my hands. Her eyes were hazy when she did as I said, her eyelids half-closed. She was turned on, and I hadn't touched much yet. "What did you do, Catalina?"

She smirked, but it went away when a wave of arousal moved through her. "I have a vibrator on my clit, and it's on. An app controls it from my phone."

I groaned. My eyebrows furrowed with tension, my body taut with the need to see for myself. "Say the word, and my tongue will help you along."

"Tongue. Fingers. Cock." She opened her legs. "Take me here, on your desk."

Any reticence I harbored evaporated in an instant. Without hesitation, I pushed her skirt back around her hips; I didn't want any obstructions but her panties in my way.

My hands ghosted over the inside of her thighs, my eyes on the prize. "That's the last you demand of me. If I'm to have you, to take you here like this is a banquet and you're the main meal, then I'm in control. Are you okay with that?"

She nodded.

"Say yes, but only if you mean it."

"Yes. Yes, Gabe."

I could smell her arousal, and I took a deep breath to fill my lungs with it. "I'll stop if you tell me to stop. I'll retreat if you push me or fight me. But, Lina?"

Her eyes remained steady on mine as she leaned back on my desk, the weight of her torso on her straight arms.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, then nibbled on the other. She moaned.

My eyes locked with hers again. "I want you soft." A bite, closer to her panties. "I want you willing." A kiss. "I want your body pliant." I ran a finger down the fabric of her underwear in a gentle tease. She bit her lip. "I want you desperate for me."

"Yes, Gabriel."

I nodded, my cock straining against my trousers and my whole body falling into line. I wanted her. Not only her body and this moment— but this could be a test. If I were brave, maybe even a start.

Using only the tip of my right index finger, I pushed on her panties, aiming for her vibrator and her clit. Her labia parted for me to find a small, thin bullet vibe lodged between her lips. I pushed, she whined. Her panties added pressure on her flesh, the fabric stretched.

I clasped my fingers around the crotch and tugged. She shifted her hips on my desk, freeing her underwear to slide down her legs. "Good girl. I'm going to devour you."

Her undergarment complied to my pull, and I made sure to keep her stilettos on as I got rid of the piece of fabric. I put it in my pocket.

I guided her feet to my shoulders. The heels dug in on me. I smiled.

"You look hungry." She bit her lip. "I love it."

I'd loosened my tie earlier, and it didn't resist me as I deftly undid the knot. My eyes locked with hers, the fire there grabbing me by the guts. My cock, so hard it hurt, begged for attention, but I continued to ignore it. All I wanted was the fast rise and fall of her chest, the heat in the way she looked at me, and to play with her body until I couldn't hold back anymore.

The knot on my tie now undone, I held the strip of silk and pulled slowly. A smirk curled my lips as she tracked my movements and moaned. It took several seconds for the tie to part from my collar and, once free, I was quick to wrap it around my hands and pull on it twice, testing its strength