Page 32 of It's a Widow Thing

The ambient light from the city shone through the large windows of Sabrina’s office. He had no worries about anyone across the street seeing them. If anything, it was a turn-on. Hell, if he’d been lucky enough to spot them, he’d be popping popcorn and taking a seat. Any man who saw them would want to be him. Any woman would want her place.

He swept his hand up her stomach between her breasts with the pads of his fingers, propagating goose bumps as he went. He dragged the back of his hand down to her belly button. The electricity tension between their bodies had a heartbeat of its own.

“You want me to touch your breasts, don’t you?’ he huffed into her ear. His fingers ached to touch them, but he needed her to say the words.

Sabrina teetered on her heels. “Yes. Please.”

“Believe me. I intend to please you.” He listened to her anxious breathing, sensed her anticipation and longing for his caress. Unable to leave her waiting, he cupped the underside of her smooth breast, smiling when she trembled beneath his touch. He grazed her hard nipple with his thumb. She leaned back into him, grinding her ass against his crotch, wrenching a deep groan from his throat. She quickly turned and faced him, tearing into his lips while fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and rid himself of his trousers and boxer briefs.

He reached down and squeezed her ass, trailing his hand down the back of her thigh and hitching her leg over his hip. Their bodies were at war and he was starting to feel like he might not make it to the final battle as she was still in her panties. His raging erection rubbed over the smooth silk, making it impossible to think straight.

Sabrina was having a difficult time balancing on one foot, probably due to her shoes. She faltered a little, placing her other foot on the floor. She stepped backward, curling her finger in invitation. “Come here, you.”

Even in the faint light, her happy grin made him giddy. His cock was smiling back. She just didn’t know it. “What do you have for me?”

Sabrina stopped when the backs of her thighs met her desk. “How about this?” She leaned forward and shimmied her panties past her hips, planting a single hand on the surface to steady herself as she stepped out of them.

He gripped her waist, pushing her back on to the desk, consumed by a new kind of need. “You’re leaving the shoes on, right?”Please say yes.

“If you want me to.”

Fuck yes.His heart stopped beating for a second. He knew it was a total guy thing, but he’d fantasized about those shoes many, many times. “I’ll be disappointed if you take them off.” He bent over and pulled a condom from his wallet, rolling it on. This time, he was prepared.

She leaned back, resting her body weight on her hands, scooting her ass to the very edge of the desk.

He grabbed both of her ankles and placed them on his shoulders, one at a time.

She dropped back to her elbows. “We’re really going for it, aren’t we?”

He teased apart her folds, driving two fingers inside. She was beyond ready—warm and inviting. “You’re so wet,” he muttered, clearing the gravel from his voice.

Her head dropped back as he thrust and twisted his fingers. She raised her head and her eyes flew open. He knew he’d hit the sweet spot—that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes a woman squirm. “That’s because I want you.”

Those words were the male equivalent of the pistol shot at the start of a race. His cock got so hard it was as if it was pushing his hand out of the way to be inside her. He poised himself at her entrance and drove inside. Again, her head dropped back, a gasping moan causing her shoulders to squeeze together. “You feel so good.”

Good didn’t begin to describe how amazing she felt. This was the only place he wanted to be, not only because of his physical needs. He wanted to be with no other woman on Earth at that moment. He wanted no one else on the planet to exist—he wanted it to be the two of them, together, unbothered by the rest of the world. But those realizations were frightening ones. How did she feel about him? Was she okay with the things that they’d done together? Had he gone too far by taking her clothes off in her office ten minutes after her assistant left?

Focus, dammit.He gripped one hip with his hand while trailing the other along her thigh, grasping her ankle on his shoulder and kissing it softly. He thrust with careful purpose, taking long strokes, rounding his hips at the end, which he’d now learned made her squeal. She sat up, propping herself on her elbows, countering the force of his hips with her own. Her eyes were piercing and intense; she looked directly at him, unafraid. Her mouth however, was soft and begging as her breaths became ragged.

He drove harder, his thighs hitting the edge of the desk when he met her. His entire body was about to burst from the tension, but he had to keep it together. He closed his eyes—her face and breasts were far too titillating. Unfortunately, that meant the sensation of her shoes on his shoulders—the fantasy he’d dwelled on so many times—became more heightened. Everything about her was so sexy that it was going to come down to sheer determination to wait it out until she came.

As if the universe had heard his plea, Sabrina sucked in a very deep breath. “Oh… Oh… Oh…”

He opened his eyes to see her chin drop to her chest. She quaked, the backs of her thighs trembling against his stomach. He finally let go. No words. No thoughts. Just pure pleasure coursing through him. As the waves subsided, he gently kissed one of her ankles and lowered them from his shoulders. He leaned down and wrapped her up in his arms. He stroked the smooth skin of her back, dragged his fingers through her long, silky hair.

And then she began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I can say with absolute certainty that I have never had so much fun with this desk.”

He let out a sigh of relief. At least the laughing wasn’t indicative of how much she’d enjoyed herself. “Maybe we should go to my office some day and replay this. Just so I can have some work memories I don’t hate.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I hope it doesn’t seem weird that I showed up with dinner.” He was accustomed to managing expectations, not upping them, but this had felt like the right thing to do.

“No. It’s great. Thank you.”