25. Kent
Chapter Twenty-Five
KENT
Our mouths meet in a blissful, no-kissing kiss.
No interruptions. No barriers. Just her and me.
My thumb strokes her silky cheeks as I cup her face.
The tiniest whimper tumbles from her soft lips and spills into my mouth as our tongues tango in a sexy rhythm.
Her mouth tastes like a peppermint candy cane. Oh, my sweet, sweet darling Liz.
This is what we’ve been holding ourselves back from? The most natural thing in the world.
Liz slides her hands up my chest and yanks me by the collar.
All this time and tension has built up to a fever pitch.
I want her now. All of her. Part of me wants to rip off her dress and ravage her on the desk until she screams my name, but another part of me wants to take my time, sip her, inhale her, swirl her in my mouth, and relish her like a fine California wine.
My fingers trail down the soft skin at the back of her neck, and her little hairs stand at attention. No doubt mine are doing the same. My mouth skates across her jaw and down her slender neck. I inhale her lovely scent, feeling myself become more and more intoxicated with every breath.
I find the zip at the top of her dress and pull it down her back.
The zip’s raspy reverberation sounds sexier than ever.
Tucking my hand inside the open fabric, I caress her smooth, warm back, teasing myself even more as I coast my fingers over the top of her stockings. My cock aches something fierce for her.
Liz’s head rolls back, and a soft moan cascades from her lips.
My tongue glides over her shoulder, and I kiss the crook of her neck, wishing I could kiss every last part of her all at once.
She takes my hand in hers and leaves a trail of lingering kisses from my thumb to my wrist like she loves me. Or at least, loves this moment with me.
I gaze into her amber eyes and I can see the truth. She wants it slow. Sensual.
Fine by me.
I spin her around, sweeping her long, passion-red hair to the side, and kiss the gentle skin between her shoulders.
Her body tenses and releases as I slide her dress down her gorgeous hips until it puddles at her heels.
I watch for a moment, admiring her creamy skin, the arch of her back, and the curve of her waist. I pull her close, pressing my hips against her so she can feel how absolutely mad I am about her.
Liz lets out an airy gasp, then grips the chair in front of her with one hand and looks back with a coy smile. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” She tugs at her lower lip with her teeth. A very naughty sparkle flickers in her eyes.
“We really shouldn’t.” My words vibrate in the base of my throat. I like this game. All of this red tape. All of this forbidden passion gets me so fucking hard.
Maybe we shouldn’t but meet again in a fervent kiss.
Practically panting, she grabs the back of my head, threading her slender fingers through my hair.
She clutches my thigh with the other, sliding her hand higher and higher until she holds my solid rod in her grasp.
A sharp tingle shoots down my legs from the warmth of her hand penetrating through my pants.
I growl low in her ear, nipping at its edge. Fuck, I love this woman’s hands.
I find her bra latch and snap it loose. Her body trembles as I slowly reach my hand up her stomach, all the way to her full, tender breasts. Taking one in each hand, I massage the edges of her nipples while I sprinkle tender kisses across her shoulders.
No need to ask if she likes it because she lets out a beautiful, craving moan, then begins to unfasten my zip. I shut my eyes tight, suppressing my desire to explode all over her. It takes every ounce of willpower to stop her from taking down my trousers.
It’s not that I don’t want her stroking me skin to skin, but I made her a promise. And she’s been so amazing through this entire ordeal. I want to please her first. Give her everything she wants. Make her scream my name right here in my office.
“Uh-uh-uh,” I utter. “I told you I would keep my pants on.”
She turns to face me and yanks at my solid tie until the tips of our noses meet. “So you can keep your promises.”
“I told you I could. But I never said anything about keeping your clothes on.” I slip my finger into the top of her black stockings and peel the nylon down her hips, taking a moment to knead her luscious flesh in my hands.
She steps out of her heels, kicking the hosiery off her feet.
I kneel and kiss her milky thighs, flicking my tongue at the edge of her lacy knickers.
Liz fondles my hair, then grabs onto the cabernet fabric at my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. “Kiss me,” she whispers. Our lips collide eagerly with heavy breaths until I’m dizzy from her kiss.
Starting at my neck, Liz begins pushing buttons through my shirt.
Her sweeping fingertips tantalize my skin along the way.
When she gets to the center of my chest, she clutches the fabric tight and tears it open.
The solid-made shirt hardly budges. She tries again with a different grip, her mouth still glued to mine.
Still intact. I’m not quite sure if passion-proof is a selling point for her company or not.
I pull back and hold her sultry gaze. “Allow me.” I grip the cabernet-colored shirt in my hands and rip it open.
The buttons snap and fling to every end of my office.
All right, so perhaps not completely passion-proof.
She gasps, though it’s unclear if she’s delighted or disappointed. “Sorry about the shirt.”
She smirks and pulls my undershirt up and over my head, then wraps her arms around my neck. “I’ll get you another one.”
I kiss her again, this time taking her beautiful ass in my grasp and lifting her until her legs curl around me.
I set her down at the edge of the desk. Wearing nothing but a sexy pair of lace, she spreads her legs and arches her back, begging me to dive in.
My gaze travels from her plump pink lips to her cherry-sweet nipples.
Wetting my bottom lip, I take her swollen breast and swirl my tongue over her sweet, hard candy.
“Mmm,” she moans and watches me. The fantasies I’ve had of this woman don’t even come close to the real thing.
And I’ve only just scratched the surface.
I slip a digit inside her lace. Her soft petals are so wet, dripping goodness all over my fingers.
My eyes roll back at the sensation. Is this all for me?
I slide around her slippery folds and her body writhes when I hit the right spot.
Hot and wet, I circle her throbbing clit and watch her head roll back as she arches her back. Her hungry eyes open and her brow flicks in pleasure as she whimpers and undulates her hips. I slide her lace down her legs until they fling off the edge of her toes.
Then I stare at her. This gorgeous, naked beauty perched on the edge of my desk. Liz’s full chest heaves heavy, sensual breaths. I rise over her, wishing I never said a word about keeping my pants on.
I’ve been teasing myself with her this whole time.
What’s a little longer? Besides, I like the chase.
I love the fight. We all think we want things to come easily but what’s the fun in that?
I lean my knuckles on the desk and kiss her hard, and her hands are all over me.
Kissing her throat, I slide my tongue up to her chin, shove the files off my desk with a growl, and lay her back against the cool mahogany surface.
My mouth trails back down her neck and down the center of her chest. I press my thumbs just inside her delicate hip bones, holding on tight. She watches as I sink further and further down until I’m faced with her exposed core. Hot and wet. And anxiously waiting.
I lick her skin gently. Slowly. Softly. She moans again but this one is deeper than before. My tongue flicks her center, lapping up every last drop of her. I love how she tastes, her smell. And the feel of her wetness against my chin is incredible. I love everything about this moment. About her.
Squeezing her inner thighs in my hands, I spread her wider and wider for me.
She cries out and for a second, I worry someone will hear.
But who cares? I can please her naked body in any way I want to in the middle of my office.
As far as they’re all concerned, Liz is my bride-to-be. And I’m the boss.
And if this is what marriage looks like. Well, I might actually consider it. Because what’s sexier than a surprise delight in the workplace?
She arches her back again and I dive even deeper. It’s like her body is talking to me— telling me to storm the castle walls and rescue her from this anti-pleasure prison she put herself in.
She grips the edge of the desk until her knuckles turn white.
“Kent,” she whispers, “I’m close.” And the moment the words leave her gorgeous mouth, I feel her swell and gush as she rocks her hips.
She clutches onto my bare shoulders, moaning deeply in her throat until it releases into a cry, higher and higher until she starts screaming.
She bites her hand, muffling the sound until she comes down.
Her release makes me dizzy as I slowly ease off the pressure.
My cock throbs in my pants, pleading for a turn.
Liz heaves exasperated breaths and touches herself—her breasts, her thighs, her wet heat.
I wipe my mouth and climb on top of her, kissing her softly and threading my fingers through hers.
I graze the rare royal diamond ring. And in this moment, she’s my very own Queen Elizabeth.
“You’re beautiful, Darling.” Now, the pet name rolls off my tongue effortlessly. My darling, darling Liz. I leave a little kiss on the tip of her nose, and she smiles. For the first time, she doesn’t ask me not to call her that.