A Will and a Way by Maggie Wells Page B

back, raising his hands high as if he were a fugitive she was apprehending. But the blank expression on his normally expressive face made her heart clench. So did the gruff apology that came with that stunned blankness. “I’m sorry.”
    “Nuh. No! Don’t be.” She sat up, tugging at the sides of her shirt and wrapping her arms around her stomach to cover herself.
    “I thought you wanted—”
    “I did. Do. Yes.” Betty tripped over her tongue in her haste to reassure him. She darted another glance at the door. “I just…Uh, do you get a lot of people in here?”
    He blinked twice before his neutral façade cracked. A glimmer of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “FedEx in the morning, mail in the afternoon. I sometimes stop in when I’m between sites, but other than that, hardly anyone.”
    “So….” She arched her eyebrows, prompting him to fill in the blanks for her.
    “FedEx has come and gone. The mail goes in the box on the porch unless there’s a package.”
    Her body throbbed with anticipation. A warm flush crept up her neck, but it was nothing compared to the heat flooding her pussy. Eager for relief, she opened her legs just a tiny bit more. “So no one is really going to walk in here?”
    The glimmer grew into a grin, then the grin morphed into a full-blown smile of triumph. Without a word, he crossed the room, closed the door, and turned the lock on the knob. “Better?”
    Emboldened by his quick action, Betty released her hold on her blouse and fell back, catching her weight on hands planted on the blotter behind her. He reached for her before he even made it to the desk. He slipped one hand under her, his fingers spread wide to support the curve of her spine. Piercing black eyes locked on hers as he lowered his head, lips parted and tongue poised just above her straining nipple. She abandoned balance for the chance to sink her fingers into his hair. She chased the streaks of silver with her fingertips. Hot breath teased her pebbled flesh.
    “Don’t pretend you don’t like the possibility of being caught.”
    She gasped, startled by the accusation as much as the heat of his mouth. The satin cup of her bra absorbed the moisture from his tongue, but nothing prepared her for the blazing arrow of need that shot through her when he sucked her hard and deep. Betty arched her back, offering more and demanding he take it, take her, take everything she so desperately wanted to give.
    “Don’t say it doesn’t excite you,” he whispered against the curve of her breast. “I felt how wet you were in the bar, how wet you are now.” He caught the delicate fabric of her bra between his teeth and gave it a playful tug. “Do you think they knew what we were doing in that back hall?”
    Peering down at him, she watched in rapt fascination as he suckled her through the slick fabric. “Please.” She panted one word, but the blood rushing in her ears roared another.
    “Anyone could have opened that door and watched me make you come.” He pinched her nipple hard then blew on the wet fabric. God help her, she whimpered when the aching tip tightened even further.
    But, oh, the thought of someone watching while his fingers moved deep inside her did things to her. Dark, wicked things she’d forgotten she was capable of feeling. Those tantalizing things she feared she would never feel again.
    His tongue edged the lace trim aside to tease her skin. She groaned unreservedly when he made no move to remove the barrier between them. “Take it off.”
    He nuzzled the underside of one satin-clad breast then moved to spread his campaign of too-much-but-not-nearly enough to the other. “You’re sure?”
    “Yes. Please, yes.”
    “You have to be sure,” he whispered into her cleavage. “Otherwise, you might not remember how much you liked it when I bit you like this….”
    The flash of white teeth sinking into her barely-covered flesh had her bucking off the desk. He held her there, rolling the stiff