“Billy wanted to meet you. Lock the door, Miss Wood.”
Raelie’s chest rose, pushing against the buttoned jacket that hugged her breasts.
Her chin lifted too, but she turned and went back to the door, locking it and them, inside.
She strode slowly back to his desk.
Bryce opened his center drawer and removed the pink panties.
Alert now to the sexual tension building in the room, her posture changed, one hip thrusting slightly to the side, and an ankle turning to display the graceful length of her calf and draw the men’s gazes up to her thigh. A feminine stance meant to challenge a man.
Billy and Morgan eyed her like cougars crouching in the grass, ready to pounce.
She’d managed to spike their testosterone without doing anything overtly sexy.
How she managed to look so instantly slutty in her buttoned-up suit left him shaking his head in wry amusement. Bryce lifted a brow. “Since you don’t mind going without panties, I’d like the pair you’re wearing now.”
Raelie didn’t bother to glance at the other two men again, and instead, kept her glance locked with his. She bent and lifted her skirt, baring her long legs to the tops of her thigh-high hose. Then she pulled the turquoise band hugging the side of one hip. She tugged it downward and dropped her skirt, wriggling a little to send the panties drifting down her legs. They landed on her pumps, and she stepped out of the shoes and panties.
Billy murmured something French beneath his breath and shifted in his seat.
Morgan smirked.
Bryce ground his jaws. So far, she’d managed to keep her sex covered, but she’d been rebellious last night and needed a reminder that he would only let her push back so far. “Miss Wood, bend at the waist and pick them up.”
Raelie swallowed hard. If she did as he asked, her short skirt would rise and give both his friends a sexy view of her attributes.
Would she chicken out?
Bryce waited a second, and then narrowed his eyes.
Raelie glared back but turned away from Bryce to face the other two men.
His heart pounded, knowing she’d answer the challenge and bend to his will.
She bent at the waist, letting her skirt ride up in the back to give only him a view of her naked ass. She snatched the panties from the carpet and straightened, her fingers curling tightly around her underwear.
Bryce grinned behind her.
Billy muttered under his breath again then chuckled as he heaved himself out of his chair. He gave Raelie a nod. “Appreciate the introduction, Miss Wood. Been interestin’.”
Morgan sauntered out behind him, but not before he shook his head at Raelie.
“Don’t know what you see in him.”
Bryce moved around the desk and slid his arms around her waist. He nuzzled her ear, enjoying the aroma of her citrusy shampoo and the warmth her skin. “Nicely done,”
he murmured.
His secretary gave a little snicker. “I aim to please.”
His hand snuck down, and he opened his fingers to stretch them across her soft belly. He pushed against her, forcing her closer until her ass snuggled against his groin.
His cock was thick and getting harder. He ground it between her buttocks.
“Should I lock the door again?” she whispered, canting her head to give him access to her creamy throat.
“That would mean me letting go of you. Don’t think I can, Miss Wood.”
“Do I require punishment again?”
“Have you been bad?”
“On the contrary.” Raelie turned inside his arms and lifted her face. Her blue eyes flashed with humor. “I’ve been the model secretary today. I think I’ve earned a reward.”
Bryce gave her a mock scowl while he held her loosely inside his embrace. “You played a clever trick, turning away from my friends. I meant it as punishment for dirtying my chair last night.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “You saw that?”
“Every stroke,” he drawled.
“But, sir,” she said, arching a blonde brow, “I was saving my pussy for you.”
“Next time, follow my instructions to the letter.” Bryce pulled her closer. “If you’d earned it, what sort of reward did you have in mind?”
“You’ve never kissed me,” she whispered, her expression almost shy. “A girl takes kisses seriously.”
Bryce blinked, and his glance dropped to her full lips. “I should remedy my oversight, but beware, a man tends to think of kisses as foreplay.”
Her tongue swept the bottom lip in an arc, leaving it glistening. “Sir, sometimes kisses are more erotic than fucking.”
Bryce’s entire body hardened like a post. “You should never say that word to a man unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”
“Oh, I’m prepared.” Her wet mouth curved. “Your friend James told me to tell you it’s full steam ahead.”
His hands lowered to cup her ass under the smooth fabric. His fingers dug in.
“Did he now?”
“In those exact words,” she said, moving so close her belly hugged his erection.
“Said he hoped to see more of me. I left his office blushing because he’s been places you haven’t.”
Bryce lowered his head and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. When he broke the kiss, he hovered just above her, loving the way her ragged pants gusted against his face. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit it. “Did he kiss this mouth, Miss Wood?”
“No, sir.”
His fingers crushed her closer, and he ground against her. “Did he put his dick inside you?”
She blinked and lifted her gaze.
With rosy color infusing her skin and her mouth already blurring, she’d never looked sexier. He centered his hard ridge between her legs.
She snuggled closer and wrinkled her nose. “Of course not. He told me he wouldn’t cross that line without your permission. And I’m saving that for you. Only you.”
Bryce swallowed hard. When his mouth met hers for the second time, he felt his chest tighten as all his senses came alive.
Her lips were silky, soft and suctioning against his. Her breath was minty sweet.
Her lush breasts mashed against his chest, and he wished they were naked because he had yet to cup her fullness or feel her nipples scrape his tongue.
Bryce slid his fingers through her soft hair and tilted back her face to deepen the kiss.
She moaned and her tongue touched his, retreated, then pushed inside his mouth, sweeping deep. Her hands glided up and around his neck. Her fingernails scraped his scalp.
Bryce pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, dragging in deep breaths.
Her eyelids fluttered open. They stared, their faces so close their features were blurred. Their breaths intermingled; their heartbeats matched rhythms.
Bryce lifted his head. “Do you have plans tonight?” he growled.
Trembling inside his arms, she dragged in a ragged breath but managed a smile.
“My calendar’s completely free, sir.”
Bryce glided his mouth across her cheek and halted beside her ear. “Then tonight, Miss Wood, I’m going to fuck you.”
Dark, solemn eyes studied her expression.
Raelie clutched his shoulders, afraid her legs would melt away from under her.
She cleared her throat. “Do we have to wait until tonight?”
His masculine snort and easy, sexy half-smile had her smiling softly in return.
“Guess you better lock that door after all.”
Raelie walked to the door, her legs and belly trembling. Clothing rustled behind her. She locked the door then turned and leaned back against the wood. His tie and jacket were gone. His collar lay open at his tanned throat.
With a slow move, she opened the button of her own jacket and shrugged out of it.
“I want everything folded and laid on my desk.”
He spoke in that level tone she knew meant business while he unbuttoned his shirt.
“You’re making me crazy. Do you know that?” she said, pouting her lower lip.
And it was the truth. She wanted to tear away her clothes and leave them scattered on the floor in her haste to be naked. She wished he was half as tormented as she was. Didn’t he know she’d been wet and her clit distended and throbbing all day long?
“I’d like to take time to savor the sight of you, Miss Wood.”
Well, she guessed that was all right. She lowered her lashes and trailed slowly to his desk. She folded the jacket then was just as meticulous removing the rest of her clothing.
By the time she’d finished, Bryce wasn’t nearly as self-contained as he might have wished. His cock poked against the placket of his trousers, thick and insistent.
Her lips twitched, but when her glance raised, his small, crafty half-smile sent heat curling tightly around her womb. “What do you want from me, sir,” she whispered.
His jaw tightened, and he closed the distance between them. He surprised her, bending to sweep her into his arms.
She clutched his shoulders, her gaze never leaving his face as he strode to the soft, leather sofa and sat with her stretched across his lap.
Raelie wished she was more patient, that she could wait for his command, but he’d pleased her so much by carrying her. Such a romantic gesture, and one that proved the strength in his virile body. Could he get any sexier? She leaned in to kiss his mouth, pressing softly against his lips, but his didn’t respond.
She pulled back, disappointed, but bit back a complaint. She’d already proven herself unruly and disobedient. Long moments stretched, and she breathed deeply to still the quivers that trembled through her torso.
His eyes narrowed, his already sharpened glance shrinking to a slit. “I watched you take Morgan in your mouth.”
The way he said it, his voice tight and rasping, had her squeezing her thighs together to suppress the urge to wriggle on his lap and grind down on the cock, thickening and prodding against her bottom.
Raelie didn’t wait for another hint. She climbed off his lap and knelt between his spread thighs without touching him. “With your permission…?”
Bryce leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa and let her pull away his belt then pluck at his trousers. With shaking fingers, she unbuttoned him and dragged down the zipper, laying open the sides. Her fingers traced the hard length of him through the silk of his boxers, and then she bent to lick the hard ridge through the fabric.
“Someday, I want to blow you in your office, kneeling under your desk while you talk to the crew.”
He placed a hand on top of her head and combed his fingers idly through her hair.
“Can you be that quiet?”
“I don’t know,” she said, giving him a small grin and pulling down the waist of his boxers to bare the tip of his cock. “Isn’t the real question…can you?”
He lifted his butt from the couch so she could slide his pants and underwear down. She stopped to remove his shoes and socks and stripped him raw from the waist down, leaving just his dress shirt.
Her hands sought his thighs, and she rubbed them, feeling the crispness of his hairs between her spread fingers and the thick muscle wrapping the long bones of his thighs against her palms. She stared at his cock, watching it expand and tap in time with his heartbeat against his abdomen, admiring the ruddy brown shaft with a deep flange surrounding a purple cap. Her mouth watered and her blood heated. However, because he expected her to fall upon it, instead she pulled the sides of his shirt apart to bare his belly and leaned forward to kiss him there, stroking him with her tongue as she acquainted herself with every swell and hollow of his muscled physique.
“Enough,” he bit out, ringing his cock at the base and holding it out. “I want your mouth on this. I want you sucking me like you did Morgan. I don’t want you to hold back a thing—not a moan or a shiver. I want it all.”
Obedient for now, she sank over him, taking him deep into her mouth—hungrily, desperately sucking him—her tongue lashing the sides of his stalk, following the tracings of veins, lapping up his flavors. She tasted soap and salt. Drew air through her nostrils and smelled his unique spicy musk, loving it instantly. She gobbled at his cap and swirled her open mouth over it, rubbing the soft skin with her lips and drowning in sensation.
Her body was hot; her breasts hard. Every breath was labored, ragged, her excitement tightening her chest and making it hard to breathe.
Bryce pushed her off his cock and slid from the sofa, rising over her. He stretched atop her, covering her from shoulder to toe. His hands cupped the sides of her face as he bent toward her. “How embarrassing. I don’t think I can wait.”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered, undulating beneath him, “…please.” Not knowing what she should be asking, because stimuli were bombarding her, too many to sort through. She was one big ache, every inch of her skin dying for his touch. Her core cramped and her belly curved to caress the hard length jutting against her.
His mouth suctioned her cheek, her jaw. His tongue licked her lips then stroked inside. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I would please you, Raelie, give you whatever you want most—this time. Tell me what that is.”
Raelie’s hands smoothed beneath his shirt to glide up his back. Her knees rose to cup his hips. “Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “Can’t think. I just ache, Mr. Caldwell.”
He smiled. “You still call me that when you’re naked and I’m nearly the same.”
She licked her lips and met his steady gaze. “We’re in your office.”
His smile widened. “And when I bring you home?”
“Will you, really?” she asked, hating the needy wonder in her voice.
“Soon, yes,” he said, rubbing her bottom lip. “What will you call me?”
“Whatever you demand.”
A gust of laughter shook his chest against hers, and she grinned, warming now that he was relenting. He’d fuck her now. The urgency knotting his belly told her so. Her breaths deepened, her eyelids fell.
With a push, he braced himself on his hands. “If I were stronger, I’d withhold this.”
“To punish me, I know,” she gasped, cradling his hips between her thighs. “Do it tomorrow.”
“I have plans for you tomorrow,” he said, his cock sliding over her mons.
“Will I like them?”