He cradled the smaller box in his large hands and it set off an earthquake inside her. How would those hands feel on her skin? In her hair? Stroking her pussy until she climaxed?
His long fingers began to unfasten her blouse and Cassie opened her mouth to protest, but no words emerged. The heat from his skin seared hers, making her forget everything.
Palms skimmed over her neck, to her shoulders, pushing her blouse down over her arms, trapping them against her sides and baring her lace-covered breasts to the cool office air. Her skin tingled at the light scraping of his skin against hers. But even as her breathing increased, she knew had to stop him. They were at work.
“Marcus—”
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his breath brushing her cheek. “I knew they’d be.”
His palms covered her breasts and more heat exploded within her and she fought against moaning.
The next thing she knew, he’d maneuvered her so her ass now rested against her desk, and his chest brushed her sensitive, fabric-covered breasts.
“This is a bad idea.” Dear God, they were in her office and anyone could walk in at any time. What was she thinking? She wasn’t, because her brain had short circuited the second he touched her.
“Best idea I’ve had in a while.” With deft fingers, he undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out of the lacy cups.
She started to raise her hand, but it was trapped by her clothing. “Stop, Marcus.” She tried to make her voice firm, but it came out soft and needy.
“Do you mean that?” The rings rolled onto his palm and a metal twang echoed in her office.
She wanted his hands on her bare breasts. She wanted him to caress them, to make her ache for his touch.
“Let me tell you about these little beauties.” He leaned forward, his breath caressing her cheek. “I created these to give a woman pleasure. That’s why I love R&D, so I can create things for pleasure, both giving and receiving.”
His thumb brushed over her right nipple, causing a tremor to sweep through her. Then he did the same to her left nipple. Her pussy clenched and her skin began to flush, hot with pleasure.
“Marcus.” His green gaze clashed with hers. “Stop, now.”
His gaze hardened, but he removed his hands from her breasts. She took a deep breath. She’d been so afraid he wouldn’t listen to her and that he’d do what he wanted, regardless of her wishes.
Without a word, his gaze never leaving her face, he fastened her bra, slid her blouse back onto her shoulders and re-buttoned it.
“Later, we’ll try these out.” He set the nipple rings back in their place. “Actually, I’ll take the box with me. I’ll see you at six.” He marched out of her office and Cassie collapsed in her chair.
Oh, dear God. She raised a trembling hand to her chest. Marcus had listened to her. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad that he’d listened to her. Maybe both? But it wasn’t just him stopping when she asked—it was her reaction to his touch, the excited feeling of anticipation that swept through her when his skin touched hers.
Fire still burned low in her belly, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
If she was going to react this way without knowing why, how could she go through with this weekend? How could she not? She’d given her word, and she would never renege on it.
Why did she have the feeling her life was spiraling out of control?
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