One Night of Scandal

She couldn’t resist touching him. Everywhere. Running her fingers up and down his chest, sliding her hands over his firm ass to give it a hard squeeze. He groaned and rocked his hips, each sensual thrust causing his c**k to glide over her aching sex.

She needed more, damn it. She needed everything. And apparently so did he. His frantic hands tugged on her clothing, peeling her tank top and sports bra over her head, shoving her shorts and panties down her legs. His hurried movements knocked the stack of papers onto the living room floor and pushed the computer keyboard to the far end of the desk, where it teetered perilously close to the edge. She was naked now, while he remained clothed, but once again she didn’t have time to protest the injustice.

Reed dropped to his knees in front of her, his warm palms braced on her thighs as he gently parted them. He sucked in a breath at the first sight of her most intimate place.

“Oh Jesus,” he hissed out. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. How long I’ve wanted to put my tongue. Right. Here.”

Darcy moaned when he made contact, licking a slow circle around her clit. So good. It felt so criminally good that stars flashed in her vision. She was worried she might actually pass out.

Reed’s tongue followed the line of her slit to her opening, lapping up the evidence of her arousal. He groaned again, a husky humming sound, laced with such approval and joy that a desperate laugh flew out of her mouth.

“I didn’t think guys got this much pleasure from going down on a woman,” she choked out.

He tilted his head back, startling her with the intensity of his gaze. “Baby, I could eat your pu**y for hours. I could make you come like this over and over again, and enjoy it just as much as I would if my c**k was buried inside you.”

“Is this what you wanted to do to Mrs. Franklin?” she said in a breathy voice.

“Yes.” He stroked his thumb over her folds, his features taut with pleasure. “But not as badly as I’ve wanted to do it to you.”

He lowered his head again, each deliberate lick tightening the knot of pressure forming in her core. Pleasure prickled over her flesh, throbbed in her clit, caused every muscle in her body to tense with anticipation.

“I want you to come,” Reed muttered against her aching flesh. “I want you to come on my face and my tongue, and scream my name while I drink you up.”

God, she’d never been with a man who talked dirty. AJ hadn’t, and neither had her previous boyfriends. It thrilled her. Probably more than it should, but holy moly, just hearing those X-rated words leave his mouth made her senses come alive.

She whimpered when his mouth closed over her clit. He sucked on the sensitized bud, softly, gently. Too gently. Darcy lifted her hips, trying to deepen the contact, desperate for relief.

Growling with approval, he sucked harder, one finger teasing her opening before plunging deep. With his finger pumping into her and his mouth and tongue devouring her clit, Darcy came with a wild cry of abandon. Shards of pleasure exploded inside her, rendering her speechless. Leaving her limp and breathless.

Reed rose with a satisfied chuckle. His hot mouth latched onto her neck, kissing and sucking her feverish flesh as he continued to f**k her with his fingers. Two now, then three, stretching her wide, curling over a spot deep inside and promptly reigniting the fire threatening to consume her.

She’d never come without clitoral stimulation, but whatever he was doing to her, that spot he was hitting…it unleashed a rush of ecstasy she wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t an orgasm she was used to, less of an explosion and more of a slow burn, but hot damn, she certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Hell, Darcy. You’re so wet. So tight.” He rumbled out the words as his fingers stilled, then withdrew from her core.

She felt empty without them, desperate for that feeling of completion again. “I need you to f**k me. Please, Reed, please.”

She didn’t recognize her own voice. Didn’t recognize herself. She was naked on her desk, for Pete’s sake. Naked and begging to be f**ked. But she didn’t care how weak or needy that made her.

This was precisely what she’d craved—dirty, passionate sex that wasn’t encumbered with common sense or propriety or the self-consciousness that usually hit her when she was intimate with a man.

Reed’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. Then his fingers hesitated. She could see his brain working through the implications, the consequences, but she didn’t give him the chance to surrender to them. She reached out and shoved his shorts down his trim hips in one swift motion.

The first sight of his c**k made her moan. It was long and hard and massively thick, a clear drop of arousal pooling at his engorged head. As her heart pounded like a jackhammer, she curled her fingers around his shaft and stroked him with her fist, eliciting a husky noise from his throat.

“I think I’m in love with your dick,” she announced.

He croaked out a laugh. “That’s incredibly forward of you. At least buy him dinner first. I’m curious, though. What did it for you? The length? The girth?”

A smile stretched across her mouth. “Naah, it was the thought of how good it’s going to feel inside me.”

A hiss shot out when her exploratory caresses turned into fast pumps. “Baby, if you keep jacking me off like that, you won’t get the chance to experience it. I’m gonna come all over your hand.”

As appealing as that sounded, she refused to deprive herself of the sensation of his hard c**k pulsing inside her when he climaxed.