“Yes, Beckett! Like that.” Samara’s hips lifted to take his fingers deeper, but he had no intention of pushing her over the edge yet.
He kissed the underside of her breast and then the valley between them. “What happens next in this fantasy of yours?”
“I suck you off.”
He lifted his head. “Describe it. In explicit detail.” He kept stroking her between her legs, urging the words from her lips.
Samara blinked and seemed to try to focus. “You’re in your office chair. I’m on my knees. But we both know who holds the power.”
Her.
His cock jumped and he bit back a curse. “That’s what you want.”
It wasn’t a question, but she bobbed her head in confirmation. Beckett circled her clit and claimed her mouth. He used the tiny circles that drove her crazy, urged on by every moan and shudder she made. As tempting as it was to bring her like that, he wanted her just as wild and desperate for him as he was for her. He took her right to the edge and then removed his hand, still kissing her.
Samara sobbed against his mouth. “You bastard.”
“You like these games we play.”
She reached between them and tunneled her hand into his jeans to stroke his cock. “I love them and I hate them.”
“That makes two of us.” He stepped back, forcing her to release him, and strode around the desk to the office chair. Samara turned to follow him with her gaze, and he slowly finished unzipping his jeans and drew his cock out. “This is what you want.”
She licked her lips and he fought back a groan. Samara walked to him slowly, letting him look his fill. She was…Beckett didn’t have words to describe her. Her brown skin practically glowed with her desire, her full breasts swaying with every step, the curve of her waist inviting his hands, her legs…Fuck, her legs. Perfection did not begin to cover Samara Mallick.
She went to her knees before him and ran her hands up his thighs. “Yes, Beckett. That’s what I want.” She gripped his cock and guided him between her lips, her gaze never leaving his.
He watched his length disappear into her mouth, felt her wet heat close around him, and nearly lost his fucking mind. It took everything he had to keep perfectly still and let her control the interaction. As it was, he white-knuckled the arms of his chair. “Suck me hard, Samara.”
She released him and flicked the underside of his cock with her tongue. “You aren’t driving this bus. Not right now. I am.” She licked his cock like her favorite flavor of ice cream was melting right off the cone. “And I’m going to have my way with you…all in good time.”
She worked him, alternating between sucking him deep and those playful little licks that damn near made his eyes roll back in his head. Over and over again. Payback for leaving her on the edge earlier. He held out as long as he could, but she took him deep enough that he bumped the back of her throat and Beckett tore the fucking arms off the chair.
Samara didn’t get a chance to react to Beckett destroying the chair before he clamped his hand on the back of her neck and hauled her up his body to straddle him. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. “You could have just told me to stop. You didn’t have to break things.”
“Stop talking.” He kissed her and grabbed her ass as he pushed out of the chair and set her back on the desk. The cool metal shocked her, but it only spiked her desire hotter.
Samara reached between them to stroke his cock. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I need you inside me.” I’ve needed you inside me for the last six months.
He yanked open the top drawer and pulled out a condom. Samara raised her eyebrows. “You keep condoms in your work desk.”
Beckett set his teeth against her neck and then nipped her earlobe. “Want to know a secret?”
Her skin flashed hot. “Yes.”
He tore the condom open and rolled it on, all without taking his mouth from her skin. “We share the same fantasy.” He circled her clit with his thumb and teased her with two fingers, pushing them in just enough for her to moan before withdrawing again. “I’ve imagined you coming in here to yell at me about something. I’d shut the door and then we’d be on each other.” He dragged his cock over her clit and pressed against her opening. “I’d shove up your dress and set you on my desk just like you’re sitting now. From behind you look downright proper, but here…” He squeezed her thighs hard enough that she hoped she’d have bruises tomorrow. A physical mark to hold the memory of this time together close even when they went back to their default sniping.
“Here.” He went to his knees and breathed over her clit. “I’d fuck you with my tongue and no one would be the wiser.” Beckett looked up her body and sucked her clit into his mouth. He released her and dragged his mouth across the most sensitive part of her. “No one but the building across from us.”
Samara jumped, her gaze flying to the windows behind Beckett’s desk. The tinted glass reflected the sun’s glare away from the windows, and rationally she knew no one could see inside, but staring at her own reflection in the glass, her nakedness on display, Beckett’s face buried between her thighs…
A tremor went through her. “I could come just thinking about that.”
“Not yet.” He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her to meet his mouth. “I don’t want it over
