Page 43 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster)
Iris’s lips parted, her breath coming a hair faster, her body pushing upward to get more of his taste, his touch. “What’s that?”
He continued the tantalizing tease. “I can replace bad memories of this room with good ones. After all, I want you here for a long, long time to come.”
Her eyes had closed. She lifted her lids the barest amount. “What did you have in mind?”
“This.”
He turned, pulling her along with him as he made his way to his desk. Walking around the back, he nudged the rolling office chair out of the way, turned, and pulled her in front of him. With a swift grasp of her waist, he lifted her easily onto the desk blotter.
“Oh!” Iris gave an uneasy chuckle, shifting her weight to settle herself in the spot. “Jamie…?”
He shook his head, settled his finger against her lips. “Don’t talk.” Dragged his finger along her lips. “Be very quiet.”
She opened her mouth, maybe to protest, but a single tap from his finger broke off the word. Backing silently away from her, he crossed the room until he reached the door, flicked the lock, and reversed his path, his stride becoming a prowl as he approached. The shiver that took over Iris’s body was crystal clear.
“I want you to lie back,” he told her.
With a glance over her shoulder, Iris cleared her throat and eased her body backward until she was laid full out, stretched out for his pleasure, her head dangling from the other side of the desk.
Her trust squeezed his heart like a vise. “Now close your eyes.” He paused, waiting for her to comply. When she did, he rewarded her with a single finger trailing from chin to neck to the valley between her breasts. Iris’s breath caught in her throat. “Relax,” he murmured. Slowly, one by one, he undid the buttons on her dress shirt, revealing inch by inch of gorgeous, creamy skin. Her breasts heaved as her breath quickened even more.
At her waist, he skipped the band of her skirt and trailed down to gorgeous knees, then reversed the journey, tangling the material of her skirt in his fist.
Iris squirmed beneath his hands. Narrowing his eyes to gauge her reaction, he gave her inner thigh a light smack. “Be still.”
Iris gasped, her body instinctively arching toward his touch. “Jamie!” Shock filled the word.
Satisfaction rumbled in his chest. “Shhh.”
Another firm pat to that smooth thigh. A whine left Iris’s mouth. She quickly raised a hand to cover her lips.
“That’s my girl.”
Iris squeezed her eyes shut.
Gliding his hands down her legs, he lifted each foot and set each perky black heel onto the edge of his desk. Iris held her knees closed, but he gently pushed, making room for himself between her legs. Another smack brought a second gasp to her lips. He repeated the move on the opposite side, picking up a rhythm, alternating, first one side, then the other, turning the flesh of her inner thighs a soft blushing pink. Whimpers of pleasure left Iris with each impact, just loud enough for him to catch. “Good girl.”
When her body was curving up to his touch and her murmurs became louder, he leaned over, opened her shirt fully, captured the upper edges of her bra, and pulled them down to lovingly cup each beautiful breast. “So gorgeous,” he whispered against the skin of her stomach and slowly made his way up up up until he gripped one pert tip between his teeth and sucked hard.
Iris nearly came off the desk. A hard hand on her sternum pushed her back down, but he continued to suck, pulling strongly, wanting every last bit of sensation that he could give her. Wanting her taste to fill his mouth, his soul. Wanting to brand this memory, this moment on his heart forever.
“Jamie!” The grip of her hands along the sides of his head echoed the urgency coating his name. “Jamie, please!” Her pelvis rocked against him in time to the pulse of his mouth. “Please!”
A grin that felt more than a little wicked took over his mouth. He released her breast, placed a soft kiss to the tip. “Hold on for me, love.”
Shit. He hadn’t meant for that word to come out. But when he glanced up, Iris’s eyes were closed, no hint of alarm on her face. He breathed a sigh of relief even as he circled to the other side of the desk, hands busy at the zipper of his jeans.
Iris squirmed on the desk. He stopped just behind her head. “I want you to touch yourself for me, Iris.” He used his most commanding voice in case any lingering shyness made her hesitate. But she didn’t. One hand slipped slowly down her stomach, caressed the skin over her mound, and snuck between her legs. He knew the minute she found her clit, startling as if she’d touched a live wire.
“That’s it, beautiful.” The correct endearment came easily to his lips as he soaked in the sight before him. He freed himself from the denim. “That’s it.” Using one hand, he guided himself to her gasping mouth and tapped gently. The other hand went to the nearest breast. “Let me in.”
Iris raised her head slightly. Her eyes opened, zeroing in on his. “Jamie?”
He smiled down at her. “Trust me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her head rested back, her gaze sweeping his erection on its way past. Excitement had him harder than he ever remembered being before. When her mouth opened, he slid inside, taking it slow to give her time to adjust. Letting go of his dick, he put the hand behind her head, adjusting the angle carefully.
A groan escaped him as he slid closer to her throat. “God, Iris.”
