Free Yellow Ribbons by Caitlyn Willows Page A

Kenyon’s office had been taped off with yellow tape. He stepped to the door and found CID combing through the place, most likely looking for anything that would help explain what had happened. Greg doubted Lani had run this past NCIS or higher command. Good for her.
    Returning to her door, Greg poked his head in. “We’re back. When you’re ready, ma’am.”
    Phone pressed to her ear, she glanced up, started to wave him in, then froze and covered the mouthpiece. “I’ll come to you.”
    Sweet words, sweeter salvation. He closed the door behind him when he went into his own office, hurried to dress in his cammies, and then sank into the nearest chair, head buried in his hands. The door opened and closed, the lock snicked. He could smell her, feel her.
    Lani brushed her hands over his back. Her breath tickled his ear right before she rested her chin on his shoulder. A kiss to his cheek crashed the last barrier to his emotions. Greg let go, pulling her into his lap and holding on for dear life. She said nothing; she didn’t have to. She maneuvered until his head rested against her bosom, then brushed the grief into submission with slow caresses over his back. Finally he lifted his head to her lips for a simple kiss that healed the rawness and spawned an erection that embarrassed him for its ill-timed appearance. He drew away, desperate to put some distance between them before he did something stupid. Lani held on tight.
    “No no.” She cupped his face. “It’s okay. When faced with death, it’s natural to need to reaffirm we’re alive. You know that.”
    He did…until it happened to him. “All I want to do is bury my cock in you. Right here. Right now.”
    “Then do it,” she whispered against his lips. “Do it.” She crawled from his lap and stood between his knees.
    His brain shut down when he saw her wiggle her cammie trousers and panties down her hips. She turned and bent over, shoving the clothing to her ankles and giving him a damn fine view of her ass. The scent of her arousal screamed his name.
    “Take me,” she whispered and knelt before him.
    “You’ll get rug burns.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and hoisted her to her feet while his other hand worked frantically to get his cock free. “Desk,” he ordered, and they fumbled to reach it. It was going to be a tight fit with Lani’s ankles trapped. Just what he needed. Tight, hot, quick, risky.
    She raised her hips as high as she could, searching for a handhold on his cluttered desk. Greg grabbed his cock and aimed for her slick pussy, both of them gasping when he plunged deep. He cupped his fingers over her clit.
    “Don’t worry about me,” she said. “This is for you. We both need this. Take it. Do it. Fuck me.”
    God help him, Greg did. Fucking her hard and fast, like his life depended on it. At that moment, he was fairly sure it did.
    He came quick, the force snapping his pelvis forward and cracking the vertebrae in his spine…maybe even a molar or two from locking his jaw to keep from crying out. He brushed his thumbs over her hips, worried he’d left bruises because he’d held her so tight. Her hard breaths matched his, a fight to keep sound in and their liaison hidden. Her pussy throbbed around his spent cock. Slick, hot, and tight. He couldn’t leave her like this. His days as a selfish lover were long gone. She needed release as much as he had, and he was going to see she got it.
    Greg eased from her body and tucked his dick away. Lani started to stand before he finished buttoning. He stayed her with a palm to her back, another over her warm ass. He expected protest, but she merely sighed. Greg leaned over her, nipping at her earlobe and slipping his hand between her legs. She lifted and spread as far as her clothing allowed and succeeded in trapping his hand between her thighs. He fingered her clitoris and slid his thumb into her pussy.
    Her lips moved on soundless words, her body rocked into his touch. Beautiful.