Sadie's Surrender by Afton Locke

book once. Knew how each muscle and bone looked and what they were called. One by one, hers dissolved to water, and she collapsed against his arms. Although she wasn’t a small woman, he was bigger, and he held her still tighter.
    Their bodies writhed, pressed, and hungered for everything they couldn’t have. They had to stop, but she couldn’t.
    “I wanted to do this all day.” His mouth dug into her throat until she felt her pulse pounding against his lips.
    “So did I, but we agreed.”
    She clasped the side of his head to keep her balance because she felt as if she’d just fallen overboard. The glossy locks of his unkempt hair slid through her fingers, enticing her to keep grabbing them until he could never get away. She pulled harder.
    “That hurts, Sadie.”
    She released his hair. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
    He pierced her with his smoldering blue gaze. “I don’t believe I told you to stop, did I?”
    What? He actually enjoyed pain? It was the strangest thing she’d ever heard. So why did her core tighten up inside her, leaving her panting for breath?
    While she combed her fingers roughly through his hair, he pulled up her skirt. Urgent fingertips skated across her stockings, traveling higher and higher.
    “We agreed not to do this.” She reminded him because if he kept caressing her legs, she’d lose the ability to speak.
    “You’re the business expert,” he said with a ragged breath. “Don’t you know contracts can be broken?”
    “But what about the Klan?”
    He unbuttoned her blouse and tugged the folds of fabric away, revealing her nipples. They poked so hard against her bra and slip, it was as if they weren’t even there.
    “The Klan is not here right now.” He pushed away the other layers. “Do you have to wear so many danged clothes?”
    “Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on a tryst tonight.”
    And because she worked in an office, she figured she should dress better than she had as a shucker. She squealed softly when he lifted her onto the desk. She sat on the edge, holding her knees together with all her strength, but he forced them open, revealing her wet panties.
    “Neither was I.” He fingered the wet cotton between her thighs. “Your scent is driving me over the edge.”
    What was it about this building? Caleb and Pearl must have imprinted it with their passionate affair. With his other hand, Henry traced erotic circles around her exposed nipple. The tips of her breasts swelled into aching fists of need. What was he trying to do to her? Columns of numbers were easy to figure out. Men, hopelessly confusing.
    “Wait.” She gulped. “What are the rules now?”
    He answered by teasing her inner thigh with his index finger, not stopping until it slipped beneath the hem of her step-ins. She forgot to breathe when he slid it across her folds, teasing one tender lobe back and forth. Back and forth. A cannonball of pressure built inside, ready to explode out of her.
    “Henry,” she said, barely stifling a groan.
    “I was never good at following rules.” His finger slid inside to the hilt. “All I know is I can’t stop.”
    “But this is dangerous.”
    Her torso arched when he wiggled his finger inside her like a fishhook. He’d sure hooked her. At this moment, she’d willingly lie across this desk and give him anything he desired.
    When he bent his head and suckled her exposed nipple, she exploded inside, clamping his finger.
    Unlike the incident in his cottage, he was touching her body and facing her. Showing her with his eyes how beautiful she was. How much he wanted her. Needed her. The realization undid her even more than the physical flexing of his digit.
    “Henry! Henry! Henry!” She struggled to whisper, but each word spilled out in a moan, instead, as she came.
    Buck had never made her body shatter like this. For the first time, she was glad the marriage had ended. If only she could marry the man who excited her.
    Still quivering with exquisite aftershocks, she