Bodywork by Marie Harte Page B

condom?”
    “A condom?” His voice rose. “You want to fuck here ?”
    “Problem?”
    He opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish gasping for water.
    The idea made her grin. “Scared?”
    “Oh hell. I’m an idiot for hesitating, aren’t I?”
    “I don’t know.” She pulled him down by his shirt. “I could be a stalker. Some psychotic woman who gets her kicks scalding men with hot coffee.”
    He groaned. “I am so sorry for that.”
    “So make it up to me.”
    He nodded fiercely , and his quick turnaround s urprised her . “You bet.”
    Before she could rethink her impulse, question the condom issue again, or wonder about the incredible turn her life had taken—hello, sex with an almost stranger on a whim in his office—he kissed her again.
    This time, he took charge. Shelby forgot her own name. She could only moan into his mouth as he devoured her will to do anything but submit. She’d never in her life felt so hot and bothered by a man. She ached to feel him inside her. Though she knew it was crazy, she couldn’t help it.
    She wrapped a leg around his and tried to ride that hard ridge pressing between her legs.
    His lips left her mouth to trail over her cheek to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Shelby. Right after I suck those pretty tits.”
    Not breasts. Tits.
    His dirty talk turned her into a heaping mass of lust, as if she wasn’t needy already.
    “Yeah.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. Her hands went to her shirt and his covered them.
    Together, they whipped her shirt over her head. In seconds, her bra followed. She took a breath , and then his lips were around her nipple, pulling and sucking loud, embarrassing groans of need from her.
    He grunted and continued to use those magical hands to ease her jeans open and push them down her legs. She hadn’t realized she’d lost her sandals until she felt her jeans over her ankles, followed by her panties.
    A l arge, blunt finger parted her legs and delved between her slick thighs , rubbing through her cream .
    He left her breasts and stared at her. “Christ. You’re wet for me.”
    Why had she thought his eyes were green? They appeared black, his pupils large and wide and focused on her. He didn’t give her time to answer before shoving the whole of his finger inside her while he kissed her again .
    The sensation of fulfillment made her gasp, and his tongue intruded. Taking and tasting and plunging in time with his finger inside her . She had a hard time believing any of this to be real. Excitement blazed through her, her orgasm rising like the shriek that built at the base of her throat.
    He left her mouth and murmured against her neck, “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you soak my fingers.”
    Finger? He only had one— He added another, stretching her wider. It burned and soothed that need for more. His mouth surround ed her nipple again, and he nipped her as he fucked her with his fingers.
    She came apart without warning. One moment reveling in his touch, the next going off like a rocket.
    “Yeah, clamp around me. That’s good.” His voice sounded gravelly, and as she grew aware of her surroundings once more, she realized she’d been lowered onto his desk. She lay flat against it, her ass hanging over the edge, perfectly positioned for him.
    He pulled back from her, and she saw a thick, hard cock jutting out at her.
    She couldn’t look away as he hurriedly removed a condom from his wallet. He ripped it open and rolled it down an impressive length.
    Then he looked down at her, his face draw, his eyes blazing with need. “Open your legs,” he growled and leaned over her.
    She did without question and cried out his name when he slammed inside her. He fucked her hard, ruthlessly , and kissed her while he hammered home. Though thick, he fit without problem, gliding through her slick walls in a race to the finish she hadn’t intended to join.
    He reared back , and each time, his pelvis grazed her sensitized