groaned.
“Is that a yes?”
She considered his question for a moment. “We’re just playing right? I mean—”
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He placed a finger on her lips. “We’re two adults sharing an attraction. It’s chemistry, remember?”
She’d never experienced more than quick fucks with men she never cared if she saw again. She wasn’t loose by any stretch of the imagination and it had been too fucking long since she’d indulged. When the need got to be too much and her vibrator stopped cutting it, she simply found someone to ease the pain. Something told her Ewan wouldn’t be an easy lover, nor would he be easily dismissed. Casual sex she could handle. Unfortunately, nothing she did with Ewan ever felt casual. “Just second base, maybe third. No homers.”
“I’ll take third,” he said with a grin.
“I said maybe third. What if someone comes in?” she asked, her question in conflict with her actions as she helped Ewan strip away her bra as well.
“The door’s locked, remember?” Ewan bent down and took one of her nipples roughly into his mouth, no foreplay, no preamble, just straightforward, glorious sucking.
“Oh my God, you’re good at that.” She gripped his head, tangling her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. He continued his torment after she moved up onto the desk.
She captured his hips with her legs, pulling his erection toward her. Even through multiple layers of clothing she could feel his hard length. She rubbed against him and he moaned.
“Dammit, Nat. Second won’t be enough.”
He unhooked her pants, lifting her ass off the desk with one hand while tugging her pants and panties over her hips and down her legs. “Kick off your shoes. I want to see you totally naked.”
She complied, but couldn’t resist looking over her shoulder toward the door once more. She was completely undressed while Ewan had yet to remove a single stitch of clothing. To make matters worse, they were in a somewhat public place.
“No one will come in, babydoll. I promise.”
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“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”
He shook his head. “Not if you’re serious about third.”
Natalie appeared to want to say more, but her words turned into a sigh when his fingers lightly brushed her clit. She spread her legs farther and he accepted her invitation, running his hand along her slit, cupping her mound in his palm. Her breathing turned to panting and he knew she was struggling to remain quiet.
He pressed two fingers into her wet heat and she groaned softly. “How long has it been, Nat? How long since you had a living, breathing man touch this sweet pussy?
Your fucking vibrator doesn’t count.”
She closed her eyes but he refused to let her retreat. Once his fingers were lodged to the hilt, he froze. “Open your eyes. Open them and answer my question.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Maybe a year or so.”
A year. She’d been alone for a year. No wonder she’d been wound up tighter than a spring when she’d shown up here. Of course, given the way just touching her hot pussy was sending every ounce of blood in his body straight to his groin, it was safe to say it had been too long for him too.
“What about you?” she asked, her question ending with a tiny squeak as he pressed deeper.
“Nine months, three days, forty-seven minutes and—” He glanced toward the clock on the wall, but Natalie’s laughter ended the joke.
“I think I got the message. Too long,” she said.
He silenced her with a brief kiss while shoving his fingers inside her. He thought perhaps he should slow his pace, gentle his thrusts, but her moans drove him on. She moved toward his fingers, begging with every softly muttered “more”.
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jokingly blamed chemistry for their attraction, but