Sam held her tight as she rode out the last fragments of her climax. When her muscles stopped quivering, Sam climbed out from between her legs, stood, and dragged her to him, crushing her chest to his. His throat tightened as she melted into him. They held each other for a long while.
He smoothed her hair off her face, put his lips close to her ear, and whispered, “I love the taste of you.”
She touched his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. “Doesn’t quite seem fair that you got to taste me and I didn’t get to taste you.” Her hand slipped between their bodies, and sheathed his hard cock. Pleasure raced through him as small fingers squeezed around his engorged erection. He shivered under her touch.
She inched back and glanced into his eyes. They shared a look that touched him somewhere deep inside, bringing another burst of warmth to his darkest corners. Cat brushed her lips lightly over his. Sam’s throat tightened when he watched a flurry of emotions pass over her face. His heart raced as his shaky hand reached out and stroked a tender caress over her naked flesh.
“And you know how I like to play fair, Sam.”
Rattled, his brain stalled and he worked to speak, to say something coherent, something intelligent. “Yes. It’s good to play fair.” Hell, intelligence was overrated anyway.
Cat sank to her knees.
Oh fuck.
His cock sprang forward and tangled in Cat’s hair as she leaned into him.
His whole body shook as he watched her take a moment to stare at him. Her eyes wide with anticipation, as though taking delight in his rock-hard erection. She touched him, gently. He groaned as his cock pulsed and ached for more. One long finger caressed his swollen head, barely touching as she traced a path down the length of him.
He went absolutely still, knowing that another delicate stroke would push him over the edge. “Cat, babe–” His words fell off when her warm mouth closed over his girth and wrapped around his cock in a wet massage.
“Mmm.” She moaned around his phallus, taking him impossibly deeper. Her mouth tightened around him, her teeth scraping lightly as her tongue swirled and lapped with hungry strokes.
She inched back. “I love the taste of you, Sam.” Her soft whisper covered him like a blanket of warmth. A barrage of emotions exploded through him.
Cat pressed a kiss to his swollen head, drinking in the juice dripping from his tip. Pressure brewed deep inside him as she answered the pull in his groin.
Hands crushed in her hair, pulling it off her face so he could take pleasure in the sight of her licking his cock. God, her mouth did the most delicious things to him.
“Cat, honey, I’m close,” he said, giving her warning, not wanting to come in her mouth.
She continued to work her tongue over him, gifting him with long luxurious licks until he knew he was on the brink of an orgasm. He began rocking his hips, his body seeking release.
Slipping his hand to her chin, he pulled her off and gripped his cock, stroking it once, twice as it pulsed and throbbed with the hot flow of release.
Cat watched as he spurted his seed onto his stomach. She climbed to her feet. Her voice was low, whispery soft, and full of disappointment. “Sam, I wanted to taste you.”
His stomach clenched; his heart swelled. “You don’t have to do that, Cat.” His voice sounded shaky.
Cat grabbed her bag from the floor and pulled out a tissue. “But I wanted to.” Her mouth curved as a gleam sparkled in her eyes. “Next time I won’t let you stop me,” she teased, as she cleaned him up and disposed of the tissue.
Shocked, Sam stood there, his heart racing, watching her clean up after him. The way she chatted so easily about such an intimate matter and the way she acted so cavalier as she wiped away his release, like they’d been lovers their entire lives, did strange things to his insides.
Feeling a little raw and a whole lot vulnerable, he pulled her to him, unable to get her close enough. As her arms snaked around his neck, clinging to him in return, as though she too couldn’t get him close enough, Sam realized life as he knew it would never be the same again.
After a long moment, Cat broke the silence. “Sam, do you have any idea what time it is?”
He glanced at his watch and noted that the afternoon had slipped by as they’d indulged in one another. “Time for us to get out of here.” He narrowed his eyes in concern. “This won’t get you into trouble, will it?”
Stepping back, she chuckled easily and waved her arm around. “I’m pretty sure this would get me into trouble. But if you’re talking about my absence from my desk, then no. I often come and go when working on a story.”
The minute she moved out of his embrace he missed her warmth and felt a little…lonely. He tried to keep his voice light. “Good. Let’s get dressed.” Sam gathered her clothes off the floor and handed them to her.
As he climbed into his jeans, Cat asked in a soft tone, “Why were you looking for me anyway?”
It took a moment for him to remember. Ah, the note. “I received a threatening letter from a protestor. Probably that same nut case that forced us to hide in here.” He lowered his voice. “Of course, not that that was a bad thing.”
Cat furrowed her brow. “A note?”
“Yeah, my Director has called in the police, but I thought maybe you could write another article or something to help clear this mess up.”
She thinned her lips, anger brewing in her eyes. “I’m really sorry,
