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Her hands found their way to the nape of my neck and my arm snaked around her waist, the other planted firmly on the desk, fingers splayed out as I leaned into her, the feel of her against my body igniting something I couldn’t possibly ignore for a moment longer. I felt her fingers in my hair, the roaring heat of her body against mine, and any idea of boundaries or good sense evaporated as I gripped her tighter, lost in the sensation of her lips.
The papers on my desk rustled wildly, scattering as she shifted beneath me and the kiss turned urgent, reckless. Somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice whispered that I was crossinginto uncharted territory, that I was playing with a fire that would only burn me alive. But I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I broke the kiss just long enough to allow Addison to gasp for air, but not long enough for her to do much more than that, returning her fervor tenfold as I captured her lips again. The heat between our bodies smoldered on, stoked by raw passion and a deep, insatiable hunger. The scent of her blood sang to my senses, the erratic thrum of her heartbeat the sweetest of symphonies.
Every press of my mouth against her was full of heat and teeth and tongue, and she was left breathless, gasping in her attempts to keep up, nails raking down my back as she pulled me closer.
When my mouth finally moved from hers again she reared forward to tug at my lower lip with her teeth, sending a fierce bolt of desire reverberating through my body. I hitched her leg at my waist, propping her on the edge of the desk as I bowed over her, lips moving to her throat to explore her skin with my tongue. I could feel every inch of her through layers of clothing as she ground against me, heat searing through the fabric.
My teeth grazed the juncture of her neck, slipping the cropped sleeve of her shirt off her shoulder, and she gasped in response, off-balance as I explored her with my mouth. Her nails dug into my nape but faltered when my tongue traveled lower, trailing down her clavicle. Before she could right herself I surged into her, splaying her out on the desk.
When she was flat on her back, hair spread out in waves, my hands found hers, pinning her arms above her as she arched against me. My tongue continued to explore, insistent on leaving no part of her untouched, every nip and kiss leaving her more breathless and desperate by the second. The world narrowed to this moment, a hazy blend of desire, need, and the thrill of the forbidden – a moment that both of us knew had been buildingfor far too long, unleashed in the privacy of the secluded office space.
It wasn’t just a distraction or mere lust. It was Addison – fierce, determined, and impossibly alluring. I wasn’t concerned with danger or consequences. Addison was my center of gravity. Every breath, every caress, every fiery spike of passion revolved around her.
Chapter 20
Addison
She kissed me like she wanted to devour me entirely. She kissed me like she wanted my breath in her lungs. She kissed me, and I couldn’t imagine ever kissing anyone else.
Hunter’s lips found mine with a fervor that made my head spin. There was something almost disarming in how her hands caressed my body, a kind of ravenous reverence, like she’d been waiting ages to memorize every part of me.
When we finally broke apart her eyes searched mine, a glint of amusement evident amongst the delirious desire burning behind her pupils.
“Is it too soon to say I’ve been wanting to kiss you again for… well, a while now?” she murmured, brushing her thumb over my bottom lip.
“The feeling is mutual,” I whispered back, drawing her closer by the collar of her shirt. “But maybe best not to dwell on it right now, or we both might come to our senses.”
She chuckled, pressing her forehead to mine. “Good point.”
I let out a small gasp as she abruptly tilted my head to the side, slowly, sensually, trailing her lips down my throat. Her hand slid under my shirt, fingers skittering across my stomach, savoring every inch she uncovered. Each touch was unhurried, deliberate, and I felt myself melting under the strange tenderness of it all.
“While we’re both being stupid,” she murmured against my skin, “I’d very much like to taste you.”
I sucked in a breath as her fingers found my bralette, slipping under the material with inquisitive intent.
“And, just so you know,” she continued, her tone playful but tinged with a satisfied sincerity, “I’m not rushing this. I plan to take my time.” When I arched my back, her fingers found my bra strap, loosing the garment with a faintclick. “If you’ll let me.”
I could only nod, vaguely dizzy from the sensation of her fingers tracing over my skin. It was like she was piecing me back together with every touch, making me feel alive in a way I hadn’t realized I’d been missing. Her mouth found mine again, her hands slipping freely under the fabric, running up my spine as I arched into her.
With one swift tug, and zero resistance on my part, Hunter lifted my shirt over my head, taking my bra with it. My chest was bare, my breaths coming in increasingly ragged gasps, and Hunter took in the sight with a drawn out inhale, biting down on her bottom lip.
When she descended on me again she dragged her tongue across the length of me, and I cupped a hand around the back of her neck, the other knotting in her tousled hair as she kissed her way down my stomach. Unable to hold it together a moment longer, I tugged her closer, rocking my hips against her in a silent plea.
I moaned at the steady throb growing between my legs and writhed beneath her, coaxing her lips up to my breasts, rising and falling rapidly where I lay. Hunter dipped her head to catchone of my hard nipples in her mouth. Her left hand roamed to grasp my wrist, pinning it to the desk beside my head. The other trailed over my body, before delving between my legs. Her touch was light against my stockings, but precise, pressing at my throbbing clit with staggering precision.
That coaxed another moan from me and I released a stuttered breath. I had almost forgotten how it felt to let go, to allow myself to be pliant and malleable in another’s hands. The fierce ache was familiar, but nothing could come close to the depraved sensuality of Hunter’s touch.
“Damn, Addison,” I felt her smile against my skin, “you’re making it hard to keep my composure here.”
“Then don’t,” I groaned back, a thrill racing through me as she grinned, her gaze dark and intent.
I worked my fingers through her hair while Hunter gripped my stockings, slipping the tight fabric and embarrassingly skimpy underwear down my legs, stilettos clattering to the floor. Her fingers fluttered against my inner thigh, stoking a fire in my belly that already had me wet between the legs in anticipation.
She held my gaze, even as she pushed up my skirt, bunching the fabric at my waist. Goosebumps dappled my exposed skin, shivering up my bare legs. She sank between them, dark eyes pinning me in place where I lay spread like a banquet, loose and languid under her touch.
Without warning, Hunter thrust her palm against my entrance, rubbing circles over my exposed clit with her thumb. I could only close my eyes and whine in response, jutting out my jaw as she laughed at the sound, breath hot against my inner thigh.
