Page 30 of Lemon Drop

“So I’ve noticed.”

I grabbed his shirt again and met his beautiful eyes. “Saadiq, this isn’t about Adam.”

Those eyes narrowed, laser-focused on me. “Then tell me what it’s about?”

My eyes dropped to that sexy mouth I’d spent years pretending I didn’t want to kiss the hell out of and told him the only truth I knew right then.

“It’s about you, Mr. Masters,” I murmured breathlessly.

Whatever was holding Saadiq back snapped. His mouth met mine again, and the next kiss made the first ones feel positively gentle. Saadiq devoured my mouth, his hunger for me clear in the way his lips and tongue and teeth dominated mine. Heat bloomed inside me, melting me into him. I felt my center, hot and throbbing, liquefy for him. He stepped between my parted thighs, kissing me harder as his hand made its way to the side split in the narrow skirt I wore. I whimpered at the first touch on my bare thigh. His strong hand slipped under the material, venturing as far as the fabric would allow. I moaned into his mouth at the brush of his long fingers against my inner thigh. I felt the top of the split strain, and I tore my mouth away from his long enough to sigh his name.

He stilled. “Okay?”

“Yes, but Saadiq… baby… you can’t tear it off me,” I reminded him.

He nodded roughly. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of that? Of yanking all that shit that hides you from me off you? One day, Apple,” he promised.

I said nothing, knew better than to tell him this would be the only day. It was the only way that we could avoid the messiness and drama of in-office relationships, the resentment from co-workers, the awkwardness when things inevitably fell apart. But I wanted this now, so I smiled wordlessly before pulling him back down for another one of those sweet, hot, drugging kisses. He stepped back, our lips still fused, and tugged on my blouse. It slid free of the skirt, and he immediately fumbled for the buttons, the composure and finesse so typically a part of him gone. I had to help him in the end, and when he spread the sides, exposing my cami, I wasted no time breaking the kiss and pulling the silky material over my head. He strode across the room to lock the door and was back before I could blink.

I heard his breath catch as he drank in the first glimpse of my black lace-encased breasts, the full globes straining toward him. Slowly, reverently, he cupped them. I bit my lower lip, stifling a moan as his hand roamed over my warm skin, the friction created by the material beneath his fingers rubbing my nipples almost more than I could take. I positioned my hands behind me on the desk, bracing myself as I offered my upper body to him. Saadiq’s hands slipped around me, finding the row of hooks and eyes that held my bra together. Our eyes met and held as he slowly undid each one, then pulled the straps. I brought my arms in front of me, let the bra and any last-minute doubts fall away. This time, the hands that worshipped me met bare flesh and lifted it toward the heat of his mouth. My head fell backward as his bent over me, allowing him to draw one nipple and then another between his lips. Saadiq teased and tormented me with the sweetest suction, leaving me a squirming, panting mess. For one moment, I worried about the puddle my pussy must be making against the white fabric of my skirt then realized I didn’t give a damn. I whimpered as he left a string of slow, open-mouthed kisses from my breasts, up my body, to the sensitive spot below my ear.

“You taste so fucking good, Paz. Sweeter than I even fucking imagined. I wonder if that pussy will be just as sweet on my tongue. Is it wet for me, Apple?” his voice rumbled against my skin.

“Mmm… mm-hmm,” I responded breathlessly.

“Good girl. I knew you would be.”

“Saadiq.” My voice was a plea as I pulled impatiently at his tie before bringing suddenly clumsy fingers to the buttons of his crisp white shirt.

He let me strip it away, moving only to shrug it off before he let my desperate hands tug at the A-shirt he wore beneath. Then I cupped my breasts in restless hands, pulling at my nipples until he gave me what I wanted. He stepped closer, letting his warm, muscular chest brush my pebbled flesh. My back arched as my eyes drifted shut. He chuckled, damn him, dragging his body back and forth against mine until my nipples were so hard I didn’t think I could stand it. And then his mouth was there again, suckling each nipple with deliberate slowness, his teeth grazing them, giving the pleasure the sweetest edge of pain.

“I need to feel you,” he announced, voice low, seductive in a way that left me unable to do anything but nod.

He pulled me off the desk then, captured my lips in a brief, scorching kiss before turning me around. I inhaled sharply as his hands went to my left side. He stilled again.

“Okay?” he repeated.

I nodded eagerly, held an anticipatory breath as he unbuttoned then unzipped the narrow skirt before sliding it down my legs. He knelt as I stepped out of it, and I felt his fingers at my waist. The black panties were next, pulled down my legs slowly. There was a pause when he had me stripped bare and lying in front of him. I knew he was looking at me, and despite my impatience, I let him look his fill. I felt a light kiss against one of the full globes of my ass, then he spread me and proceeded to kiss a slow trail down my most private areas. I gripped the desk and moaned as he licked then kissed once, twice…

“Later,” he growled, before standing.

I listened as he unbuckled and unzipped himself. Then, he grasped my hip, and I felt the warm, blunt head of his dick against me. He pushed in slowly. I gasped. I had no idea of his length, but his girth told me I was going to be working with something different. Tensing, I rose on my tip toes at the slight burn of his stretch.

“Apple… do you want me inside?” he asked softly.

I nodded, then managed to whisper, “I do.”

“Then, relax, baby. Let me in.”

Slowly, a little bit at a time, I did as he said, fighting the urge to push him out as he pressed forward with the heat of his invasion. He was so big… so long… by the time he bottomed out, I was shivering from the effort. Saadiq leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.

And then he moved.

And I was lost.

Saadiq Masters fucked me against that desk with the intensity and determination he brought to everything else. He stroked into me slow and so deep that I felt like I lost the power of speech. I was a mess of moans and incoherent whispers.

I heard his gravelly voice rumble out a question, “Apple, are you good?”