Page 35 of Sinful Union

A touch of elegance, just like her. There are small hints of her personality everywhere—a crystal vase with fresh flowers on the coffee table, a framed photo of her and her brothers on one of the shelves, a white leather ergonomic chair behind her desk.

And that’s where she is, sitting at her desk, completely unaware of my presence.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Her dark hair is loosely pinned back. Her lips are slightly parted as she focuses on the computer screen, her brows furrowed in concentration. The soft lamplight casts a warm glow on her skin, making her look almost ethereal.

I should say something. Instead, I just watch her, taking in the way she unconsciously bites her lower lip as she reads something on the screen; the way her delicate fingers hover over the keyboard before she finally types; the way her chest rises and falls steadily, her fitted silk blouse clinging to the curves that have haunted me since the first time I touched her.

I clear my throat quietly, not wanting to startle her.

She looks up, and the moment our eyes meet, she smiles.

My heart seizes.

She closes the laptop and stretches, arching her back.

“Work or pleasure?” I ask.

“Just doing some reading,” she replies. “Nothing important.”

I step fully into the room, my gaze drifting downward, taking in the way the soft silk of her shirt pulls tight over her chest, the fabric straining against the full curves of her breasts. My eyes linger, drawn to the faint press of her nipples through the thin material.

Right then, I know what I want, what I need. I stride forward, shutting the door behind me. The corner of her mouth lifts slightly, amusement flickering in her gaze as she watches me approach. She knows what’s coming.

And she wants it, too.

In three long strides, I’m close enough to touch her. My fingers glide along her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “How about a little break?”

Her lips twitch. “No time for that.”

I hum, my thumb tracing along the corner of her mouth. “And now?”

I move my thumb over her lips. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth before wrapping her lips around it, licking and sucking it playfully. I get hard right away.I slip my thumb out.

She tilts her head then sighs. “That depends. Are you going to keep looking at my tits like that, or are you going to do something about it?”

A low growl rumbles in my throat. She always knows how to get me going, knows exactly what she’s doing. I answer her by pulling her to her feet and capturing her mouth, my lips crushing against hers. She gasps as her hands slide up my chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her, drinking her in, watching her.

She moans, her body melting into mine, but when I slide my hands down to her waist, she pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips. “You’re still staring,” she murmurs, teasing.

“Can you blame me?” My voice is rough, full of heat. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She gives a soft little laugh, her cheeks flushing just a little. She likes it when I tell her that.

I slide my hands lower, gripping her hips, pressing her back against the desk. “You like distracting me, don’t you?”

She leans in, her lips brushing against my jaw, giving it a soft nibble. “Hey, you’re the one who came intomyoffice.”

“Yeah, I suppose I did.”

I lift her onto the desk, pushing her knees apart and stepping between them. I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to a murmur. “Let’s see how much work you get done now,moya zhena.”

I don’t take my time.

I devour her.

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