I felt my lip tremble, a fire burning in my chest from the myriad of emotions I was feeling, “This is wrong.”
“This,” he lifted one hand, keeping his hold on my jaw with the other, to gesture between the both of us, “Needs to be addressed. Because ignoring it, clearly, isn’t working.”
I nodded my head once, barely, a movement he probably wouldn’t have been able to track had he not been holding my face in his hand, and I whispered, “I don’t need pity orgasms from you, Leo.”
His eyes widened a fraction, surprise coating his features before his lips tugged up on one side and he leaned closer, closer, close enough for his top lip to brush against mine as he whispered, “Oh Jacqueline…if only you knew the things I’ve thought about doing with you…” my lips parted and tingled as he teased me with his, not quite kissing me, but brushing them against mine in a delicate touch as he spoke, “The ways I wanted to get you to stop glaring at me across the room, to take me seriously here…”
His lips left mine, brushing against my jaw as he leaned to the side. The warm, wet glide of his tongue brushed against my earlobe, “How desperate I have been to feel you underneath me again.” I moaned, my head lolling back to make room for him. At that movement, he pressed his warm lips against the sensitive part where my jaw met my ear, “Maybe even bend you over my knee.” I whimpered at the visual, “And slap that tight little arse of yours; retribution for wearing all those skirts designed specifically to drive me fuckingmad.”
I bit my bottom lip as he trapped my earlobe between his teeth and tugged.
I was a goner.
My hands lifted to fist the hem of his jacket hanging off of his torso between us, “I want that.”
“Good,” Leo practically growled the word before hauling me out of my desk chair and plopping my ass right on my desk. His large hands shoved my pencil skirt up, up, up, so he could spread my legs wide enough to step between them.
“Leo—” I was cut off by his lips capturing mine, which was probably for the best because I had no idea what I was going to say. So I moaned inside of his mouth instead, grabbing his jacket again and pulling him as tight against me as possible. Even sitting on my desk I had to lean my head back to meet his lips. My leg wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to me, and I was rewarded with evidence in his jeans that Leo did, in fact, want me, too.
“Christ,” Leo gasped against my lips before shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it to the ground. I nodded encouragingly at him as I lifted his shirt up, and he responded by grabbing the back of his collar and pulling it off of his head. I smiled, and a satisfied, emotional laugh huffed out of me at the sight of him shirtless in front of me.
My hands planted themselves on his waist, beginning to roam up the dips and planes of his chest before he captured both of my wrists in his grip, “Ah, ah,” he shook his head at me, a devilish grin on his face as he took my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
“I want to touch you,” I whined, lifting my head to kiss him again. He dodged my lips and instead planted a kiss on the junction between my neck and shoulder, making me squirm against him becauseholy shitthat felt good.
“You’re not in charge right now, Jacqueline,” Leo murmured, making warm chills dance down my spine, “I am. You need to ask me nicely if you want something.”
I was shaking, because he trapped both of my wrists in one of his large hands while his other brushed his knuckles up the inside of my thigh, finding the seam of my thong and teasing me where I was already wet and aching for him.
“I—” I had to inhale a deep breath. My eyes were hooded. My senses were in overdrive. It was difficult to keep my thoughts in order, “I can ask?”
“You can ask for whatever you want from me,” Leo murmured, kissing me as one of his fingers hooked my panties to the side. His thumb swiped my clit and made me gasp.
“Okay,” I whimpered as he dipped his thumb lower, lower, using my wetness to circle my entrance, and then sliding his finger up, up, up, to circle my clit in tight, small swirls, “Can…can I get a ride to the airport tomorrow morning?”
Leo’s lips moved to the corner of my mouth to let me ask my question, and when I did, he froze. His thumb paused its ministrations, and for half a second, I wondered if my stupid ass joke had killed the mood between us.
Until his shoulders started to shake.
Until his lips pulled back into a smile against my face, his breath puffing across my cheeks as he struggled to contain his laughter. I found myself giggling too, mostly from insecurity and nerves, but giggling, nonetheless.
Leo leaned back to grin at me, before planting one firm kiss on my lips and pulling back just enough to give me a raised brow, “Yeah, I think I need to fuck that sass out of you.”
I grinned back at him before he gripped my thong and tugged it roughly down my thighs, making me laugh again, “I don’t know,” I lifted a shoulder, “I’m feeling very sassy tonight.”
“Glad to hear it,” Leo murmured, releasing his hold on my hands. He smiled when I held them where he left them, and lifted my legs so he could tug my thong down the rest of the way, “This is mine.” He lifted the material to his face, and I dropped my smile at the visual of him closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of my panties for a moment, before shoving my underwear in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Leo, those are—”
“Mine,” Leo interrupted while grabbing my hips and tugging me off of the desk. I stumbled into him, feeling the vibrations in his chest from his chuckle as he turned me around. He shoved my hips against the lip of my desk before pressing his entire front against my back, even going as far as to grind his erection into my ass.
It was then that I remembered the kind of equipment he was packing.
“Bend over, love,” his voice was at my ear, and I leaned my head back against his shoulder at the sound, “Show me what I have been missing.” His warm hands brushed underneath my skirt, shoving it up around my waist, exposing my ass to him in the cool air of the office.
“I need more,” I spoke up, hoping he wasn’t about to just shove himself in quite yet, “I need—oh god.” I glanced over my shoulder to see that Leo had dropped to his knees, his hooded eyes on my ass as each of his hands grabbed their fill.
“I’m a lucky man,” Leo sighed. I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing because it looked like Leo was kneeling before the beauty of my ass. I grinned at him, loving how his words did this for me every time he spoke. It wasn’t his accent; I was pretty confident it was justhimthat got me wet.