Page 12 of Inferno
“Says who?” he challenged, kissing her bare knees. “Aren’t you the boss?”
“That’s not the point!” As he began reaching under her skirt, she shot a panicked glance toward the closed door. “I’mserious, baby. This isn’t a good time. Someone could walk in at any moment—”
“Gayle won’t let ’em.”
“—and I’ve got a million things to do—”
“Starting with me.”
Prissy groaned, even as her pulse went haywire. “Stan—”
He leaned forward and kissed her, silencing her protests. Though Prissy knew she should resist, she couldn’t find the willpower to do so. Because the truth was that she wanted him.Craved him.Neededhimlike her body needed water and oxygen. And it would always be this way.
Tasting her surrender, Stan dragged her silk panties off her legs and over her red stilettos, then set them on the desk. Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her effortlessly from the chair and sat down, leaving her no choice but to straddle his hard thighs. Their mouths opened and closed over each other’s, tongues dancing to the same slow, sensual rhythm.
Prissy shivered at the feel of Stan’s callused hands sliding underneath her skirt to cup her bare bottom. As he kneaded the plump flesh, she ground her hips against his thick, straining erection.
He reacted with a husky groan. “Baby…”
Sucking his bottom lip, Prissy admonished, “See what you started.”
“Umm-hmm,” he murmured, unzipping his pants. “And I intend tofinishit.”
Pulse hammering, Prissy hitched her skirt up her thighs and lowered herself onto his long, hard shaft. They both groaned softly with pleasure.
As Stan began thrusting into her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered breathlessly, “This is crazy. I’m supposed to be working.”
Stan’s eyes glittered wickedly. “You know what they say about all work and no play.”
“Mmmm.”Prissy’s head fell back, eyes closing as she surrendered to the delicious sensations pounding through her body. She rocked her hips up and down as Stan drove into her, plunging deeper and harder with every stroke.
Their coupling felt so incredible that Prissy never wanted it to end. But all too soon she was coming apart, her back arching with the force of her sudden orgasm. Stan crushed his mouth to hers, smothering her helpless cry just in time.
Moments later he exploded, his hands tightly gripping her butt as he spent himself inside her.
Weak and trembling, Prissy dropped her head onto his shoulder and nibbled his jaw, savoring the subtle spice of his aftershave. As he kissed her forehead and gathered her closer, she sighed contentedly, wishing she could remain in his arms for the rest of the day.
“You know you aresowrong for this.”
Stan grinned, lazily stroking her back. “If loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.”
Prissy laughed, lifting her head to give him an accusing look. “If I’m unprepared for my meetings this afternoon, I’m blamingyou.”
His eyes glinted wickedly. “In that case,” he drawled, “we might as well go for round two—”
“Don’t eventhinkabout it,” Prissy warned, hurriedly scrambling off his lap before she could succumb to temptation. God knows she wanted nothing more than to blow off her meetings and spend the rest of the day making love to Stan. But duty called, and she’d never been one to shirk her responsibilities.
Watching as she plucked her panties off the desk and slipped them on, Stan said huskily, “We’ll finish this later.”
It wasn’t a request, and Prissy knew it. As her body heated with anticipation, she smiled demurely. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Stan laughed. As he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, his pager went off. He hesitated for a moment, then reached down and removed the device clipped to his waistband. As he checked the display screen, Prissy felt rather than saw him tense.
Smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt, she teased, “Don’t tell me they’re calling you from the station. Don’t those people know you’re off for the rest of the week?”
Stan smiled absently, returning the pager to his waistband.
“Do you want to use my phone to call them back?” Prissy offered.
