14
Vivian
The Desk Set
Putting out a hand, Rowan drew a finger along the seam at the back of her ankle.
Vivian shivered at his touch, goosebumps forming on her skin.
Her navy blue shirt dress had a forties vibe, and the seamed stockings worked with the look.
She didn’t think anyone else had thought about how far up the seam went.
“I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do,” he said softly. “I didn’t know if I should call you.”
“I wasn’t sure either. I meant to come up earlier, but it was kind of a circus today. I could have called, but I didn’t want to... just call,” Vivian finished lamely.
“Mm. And what do you want?” Rowan asked, his finger traveling up the back of her calf. It was one damn finger and her stomach did a triple backflip. A hot flush warmed her cheeks.
“Well,” said Vivian, breathlessly. Her fingers fidgeted with her skirt, and very slowly, she gathered up the fabric, lifting the hem higher. “I know yesterday you said you could keep a secret.”
The grin on his face stretched even wider.
“I can,” he promised.
“I thought maybe...” She inched her hemline even higher. “You might be interested in other... secrets.” Vivian knew that wasn’t what she came to ask, but it seemed like the most pertinent thing to ascertain at the moment.
He flipped over, and then he was on his knees in front of her.
He slid his palms up the back of her legs, grazing over her calves and slowly moving to the back of her thighs.
Her skin prickled like a heat wave had hit.
He slid one hand to the front of her thigh, and then pop, pop, pop, he undid the bottom three buttons of her dress.
The next three buttons he undid with his teeth and tongue.
Vivian made a little meep of excitement. This was way better than she’d even hoped for.
He’d reached the lacy three inches at the top of her stockings that hit just at the plump part of her thighs.
“Well, so far,” he purred, dropping kisses on the skin that showed above the edge of the stocking, “I think these are valuable secrets.”
“Top Secret Clearance required,” she said, squeaking at the end in pleasured shock as he licked her thigh.
“My eyes only,” he growled and flicked another few buttons.
Her dress split up to her bra, and Rowan inhaled as if the sight of her silk and lace-covered body was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.
With his eyes fixed on hers, he trailed kisses across her stomach.
She reached up and undid the last two buttons with a shaking hand.
“This is so against the employee handbook,” she muttered, and Rowan grinned.
“But it’ll be worth it.”
He pushed her dress open wide and froze, his eyes fixed on her breasts.
“Bows?” he asked, finally tearing his eyes off the cut-out details on her bra to look up to her face.
“Well, I like to think they’re a gift,” said Vivian. “So they need bows on top of them.”
Rowan’s chuckle was all the assurance she needed that he agreed.
He leaned in and flicked his tongue under the nearest decorative bow detail, teasing her nipple.
At the same time, his thumb caressed across the satin-clad place between her thighs.
Vivian shivered in a cascade of sensation.
His tongue flicking in and out of the cut-outs of the bra was the most divine thing she could have imagined.
There were two ways to wear a garter belt—under or over panties.
Over was how they were always shown in pictures, AKA the sexy way.
But under was the way that made it possible for panties to come off without disconnecting everything from the stockings, AKA the way that going to the bathroom is possible.
Vivian had dithered greatly over her selection but eventually went with the garter belt on top because she wanted to look good.
But now she realized that she didn’t want to look sexy—she wanted to have sex.
And her underwear would be challenging to remove.
She was being foiled by her own lingerie choices.
This was not how things were supposed to go.
His thumb slipped underneath the edge of her panties and made a light little circle.
She let out her air in a little woof of shock, her legs spreading involuntarily. She wanted more of that.
He kissed across her stomach, and Vivian was no longer worried if she had a little roll there, or was extra curvy in her hips, because he definitely wasn’t.
Vivian had not thought that she was prone to public location sex.
She was a very safe and sane individual.
It was just that right now, she wanted to be dangerous with Rowan.
Dangerous, dirty, and downright bad. What she wanted was for him to put his mouth on her most intimate parts and make her scream his name, but she was also still worried about the underwear situation.
His kisses trailed onto the satin of her panties, and without missing a beat, he simply moved the fabric off to one side. OK, so he was an improviser who did not let obstacles get in his way. Problem solvvvvvvvvv….
Vivian’s thoughts ran out as his tongue caressed her.
She exhaled and buried her fingers in his hair.
Rolling her hips, she blessed the belly dancing class she’d taken and grabbed the edge of the desk.
He alternated between his tongue on her clit, and his fingers inside her, and Vivian found herself rocking gently to the rhythm.
“Ohhhhhhh.” It wasn’t a word so much as one long sustained moan. “Rowannnn.”
She knew her voice had gone all pouty, but she wasn’t sure she had control of that anymore. She had no fucking clue what Rowan was doing down there and did not care because it was better than anyone else she’d ever had. He put one of her legs over his shoulder, and she tilted back, panting.
The room seemed to spin, and she felt hot and cold at the same time. She swore to whatever god was out there if Rowan let her come, she would fuck his brains out on this damn desk. She had reached the point where dick sounded really good, but she knew she’d come soon if he just…
“Oh, fucking God, right there! Oh, fuck, Rowan! Please, please, please!”
The heat between her legs seemed unbearable. She didn’t know how to beg any harder. His tongue seemed to wrap around her clit, and he pressed in so hard and deep that it felt like everything in her body climaxed at once.
Everything was blurry, and she could barely breathe, let alone think. But, oh, Rowan Valkyrie was in for it once she could figure out how to move again.