Page 23 of Heat Stroke

With no hesitation, I say, “You.”

It’s out there. I can’t take it back.

I don’t want to take it back.

I want Blaze. So much.

To solidify my answer, I move from behind the chair and slowly, while still staying trapped in his gaze, round his desk. My knees are shaking and I can feel the wet denim between my legs. My panties are nothing more than soaked fabric. My hands trail across the top of the steel desk both to balance myself and to stop myself from reaching up for Blaze.

I stop directly in front of him. All he’d have to do is raise his arms and he’d be touching me.

Please touch me.

I’m shaking, but not from fear. I’m so turned on I can barely stand.

His hands reach for me. I expect him to pull me into his body. I crave it. But, he surprises me. His hands cup both sides of my face and his fingers drift into my hair. He yanks on my ponytail, removing the elastic, and my hair falls down my back. I gasp as the ends tickle the backs of my arms. His hands are back on my cheeks, cradling my face as his fingers spread into my hair. He looks down at me, causing my heart to skip beats before galloping to try to keep up. He’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before and can’t get enough of it.

I think I forget how to breathe. I hold my breath and only realize I’m doing it when my lungs protest and I gasp to fill them with air. My hands cover his on my own face. He smiles at me and his head lowers. Mine raises to meet him. His lips brush against mine, soft and slow. It’s so different from what I was expecting, what I was anticipating. I sigh and melt into him as my lips cling to his. His tongue traces the seam of my lips and I willingly part them for him. Granting him access.

He groans as his tongue slips past to glide against mine.

I need more…

I need it NOW!

My hands leave his to grip the back of his neck as he slowly walks us backwards. My fingers clutch and knead at it as I pull his head down further and press my mouth closer to his. I’m so wanton and I don’t care.

Moaning into his mouth, I press my chest against him and suck on his tongue. His hips jerk against me and I blatantly press my core against his erection. I feel the desk behind me.

His mouth is wild now. Tongues and teeth are clashing as we devour each other. His hands drift down my neck and he brushes over my breasts before continuing down my quivering stomach. He slips them under the hem of my shirt and his palms grab my sides before curling around my hips and yanking me into his body. My legs part, allowing him to more firmly settle against the screaming apex of my thighs.

His hips are thrusting against me… rubbing… teasing…

His mouth leaves mine and trails down my chin before he licks and bites the curve of my neck. My head falls back and my hands flatten against the desk behind me to keep me from sprawling out. The steel is cold underneath my hot palms.

He lifts me and sets my ass on top of the desk as his hands clutch at my shirt. My arms raise, urging him to remove it. His mouth lifts from my neck only long enough to yank my shirt up. He tosses it before returning his attention to the tops of my breasts, spilling over the cups of my satin bra. My knees wrap around his waist, anchoring him against me as my hands trail over his arms, shoulders, and chest.

He’s nibbling at my breasts through the silky fabric. Growling in frustration, I reach behind me and unhook the clasp before shaking my shoulders and pulling the garment down. I toss it to the side somewhere to join my shirt. My breasts are free and Blaze takes full advantage. He cups them in his calloused hands and I shudder as they’re pressed together. “God, you’re so beautiful, Wren…”

His thumbs flick over my nipples and I moan while pulling his head to my breast. He sucks one pert bead into his mouth and my hands fist in his hair as I moan, “Ohhhhh, yes… Mmmmmmm.”

Not wanting to ignore the other breast, he flicks the other nipple with his tongue before closing his delicious mouth over it. His fingers are rolling the nipple he just ravished while my hips lift off the desk, seeking some sort of relief.

Blaze

Wren is halfnaked on my desk. The sounds she’s eliciting are driving me wild. She’s so passionate. Her skin is like ambrosia. I’ll never get enough.

I told her to leave and she refused… twice.

This is really happening.

This shouldn’t be happening. My men are outside. We’re at a construction site… my construction site.

I don’t want this to be the way we first make love.

And, I do want to make love to her. No matter what my dick is currently saying…

I have to put the brakes on here.

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