Free Sexual Shift by Beverly Rae Page B

the desk.
    Inhaling his fiery scent, she fell back on the desk. They shoved away the invoices she’d worked on earlier in the day and swept the stapler, pens and highlighters onto the floor.
    She was helpless to break free of him, helpless even to want to. His dark gaze met hers. The desire that whirled inside her gleamed in his eyes.
    He tugged her Sweet Nothings Bakery T-shirt over her head, then slid the straps of her bra down her arms. She feathered kisses over his face, lifting up and silently urging him to free her breasts. In seconds, he unhooked her bra and threw it away.
    Cupping her breasts, he brought his mouth to a nipple and swept his tongue over her tender area. She ripped off the band holding his hair in a ponytail and held her breath, mesmerized as his hair began to lift outward. He was a strange mixture of light and dark, of hard and soft, and she wanted to know more, feel more. She arched her back, aching for him to possess her.
    “Hilly.”
    Even the way he said her name sent wetness rushing to her pussy. She cursed herself once again for wearing slacks. Yet in lightning-fast speed, he rid her of those, then ripped away her panties.
    She started pulling at the buttons on his shirt. He kissed her, holding his body over hers as he worked at his silver belt buckle, then his black slacks. She pushed the slacks over his buttocks to fall to the floor.
    At last, she opened his shirt and ran her palms over the smattering of dark chest hair. She moaned as he showered her neck with hot kisses.
    Pausing, he lifted away from her and, watching her face, slid his hand between her legs. She jerked, then froze as he slipped a finger between her folds.
    Slowly, tenderly, he cupped her mons and pressed his finger against her clit. He massaged her, moving his finger in circles around her until wetness flooded her already aching pussy. He moved his thumb to her clit, then slid a finger into her pussy. Her muscles clenched around his finger and a gleam sparked in his eyes. She tensed, unable to think.
    “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”
    “I know.”
    His hair fell forward as he kissed her gently on the lips. Sliding over her body, his hair tickled the sides of her breasts, then the curve of her waist. He pushed her legs up, bending her knees and let his hair trail over her abdomen.
    She reclined on the cool desk and fondled her breasts. His breath warmed her while sending chills through the rest of her body.
    Spreading her folds with his fingers, he paused and sighed.
    “You’re beautiful. So pink. So ripe. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
    She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she spread her legs farther apart. He kissed her mons, then trailed his tongue over the sensitive skin between her leg and pussy. Keeping her exposed, he drove his tongue inside her pussy.
    He rubbed his thumb over her clit, shooting spears of lust outward. The sounds of him licking her, drinking her juices, caused her to spiral into even higher heights of pleasure, and the first orgasm exploded to send shudders into her body.
    Tanner pressed his mouth to her pussy lips and flattened his tongue against her. She bucked, her fingernails scraping the surface of the desk.
    “Oh-oh-oh.”
    He held her and pushed her legs even wider. He lashed his tongue into her pussy, then added his fingers. She clamped around him, loving what he was doing to her yet wanting to feel him inside her.
    “Tanner. Please.” Her words came out in puffed breaths.
    He rose, his eyes black and gleaming. Her gaze fell to his engorged cock and she shivered. Taking his enormous shaft in hand, he positioned himself at her pussy.
    “I didn’t intend to do this. I just needed to see that you were all right.”
    Was he going to stop now? She gaped at him, then shook her head. “Tanner, if you don’t fuck me I’ll never forgive you.”
    Surprise and delight mixed together to form a bemused expression on his face. Then, without warning, he grew serious. “I don’t