Page 91 of Trap ’N’ Trace

“Fruit coming up.” A few minutes later, he returned carrying the bowls of zabaglione and strawberries they hadn’t gotten to last night. A distinct gouge in the middle of the custard resembled a finger swipe. “No sense letting this go to waste. You were right. It is good.” He dipped his finger in the zabaglione then held it in front of her mouth.

Hmm, this could be fun. She closed her lips around his finger and sucked off the custard. His eyes darkened as she licked his finger clean. “Aren’t you hungry, too?”

“Yeah.” His eyes glittered in that sexy way she’d come to love. “I am.”

She dragged her index finger through the custard then held it out for him. Sporting a wicked grin, he closed his lips around her finger, his eyes glued to hers while he slid his tongue up, down, and around, licking and sucking as he swallowed. “Mmm,” he mumbled then picked her up by her waist, plunking her ass first on the desk.

“What are you doing?” She giggled then her laughter died as he pulled apart the knotted ends of her silk wraparound dress and pushed the garment off her shoulders. A quick flick of his fingers later, and her bra slid down her arms.

“Oh yeah.” His lids lowered, his eyes flaring with heat. With that one look she was jelly in his hands, willing to go wherever he wanted to take her. Which, clearly, was right on her desk.

He eased her down, parting her thighs to stand between them then cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her body was a musical instrument, and he played her like he was a master violinist.

Closing her eyes, she moaned and arched into his hands. His throaty rumble was as arousing as his touch.

Something cold hit her breasts and she opened her eyes to see generous dollops of zabaglione on her nipples. Just before he dipped his head, the side of his mouth lifted into a devilishly handsome grin.

His tongue flicked at her nipple, swiping away some of the custard. He swallowed. “So sweet.” Then his mouth fastened on the tight bud, laving, until it glistened and jutted pertly, an erotic pleasure point connected directly to another part of her that throbbed and pulsed with need.

Sex had never been like this before. If he left her, it never would be again.

“We shouldn’t let these go to waste, either.” He grabbed a whole strawberry from the bowl then dunked it in the zabaglione and dragged the custard-laden berry between her breasts, down past her belly button, to the lacy edge of her purple panties. He bit into the berry, chewing as he held the rest of it out for her.

She took the remaining piece into her mouth. Sweet juices hit her tongue and she swallowed, licking her lips as Dayne began dragging his tongue down the custard on her body. When he’d licked her clean, he pulled her panties down her legs, taking her shoes with them.

Kneeling, he pulled her to the edge of the desk and draped her thighs over his shoulders. The second his lips met her wet, throbbing sex, she arched off the desk and nearly bucked to the ceiling.

With his fingers, he parted her folds then impaled her with his tongue. Her belly quivered and she clawed her fingers through his thick hair. Pleasure surged outward then ripped through her body, leaving her limp, sated, and smiling.

The sound of a zipper broke through her haze of lust. Crinkling paper, then he was there. Hard and full, and entering her slickness. His face was beautiful in all its strained harshness as he thrust into her.

She locked her legs around his ass, gripping his biceps to hold her in place. Papers rustled, falling to the floor.

“Baby,” Dayne whispered harshly, “I want to watch you come again. Can you do that for me?”

Oh god. “Yes,” she moaned, locking her legs tighter as he stroked harder, faster. “Yes.” She couldn’t have stopped it if she tried. Another wave built then crashed over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. “Yes!”

He stiffened, thrusting hard and throwing his head back before crying out her name. His chest expanded with heavy breaths. He cradled her head in his hands, staring intently as if he were searching for something.

“What is it?” She reached out to cup his face. A face she’d come to love in such a short time. I do love him. Nothing in her world was more certain.

“Not a thing,” he said between gasps. “I—”

The gate bell chimed.

He eased out of her then deposited the condom in the wastebasket and zipped his jeans. His phone shrilled, and he glanced at the screen. “Colin’s here.”

“Oh no.” She let him help her to her feet then gathered up her clothes. “I should talk to him.” While she dressed, Dayne’s expression soured by the second. “I owe him an explanation about last night.” From the thunder clouds in Dayne’s eyes, he didn’t agree. “Look, I know you can’t understand. That’s just the way things work in my world.”

“Your world?” He caught her hand as she turned to leave. “In my world, you don’t owe him a thing.”

“Please.” The angry, adamant look in his eyes tore at her heart. She hadn’t meant to draw a metaphorical line between the differences in their lives, but it was there nonetheless and neither of them could deny it existed. Crossing that line and meshing their lives would take time. “Let me take care of this in my own way.”

She left him standing in her office, a grim expression on his face. No, not grim. Disappointed. He was disappointed with her, and she felt horrible about that.

In the foyer, she pushed the button to open the gates. A minute later, the rumble of Colin’s Jag came from outside. Remy and Angus watched expectantly. She opened the door then signaled to the young security guard that everything was okay.

“Kat, we need to talk.” Colin rounded the car, stalking up the steps. His expression was also one of disappointment.