Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(48)

He shuddered. The hot clasp of her *, coupled with the lush roundness of her ass, was almost too much for him.

Bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, Zandra began riding his dick with long, deep strokes that made his toes curl inside his boots. Reaching beneath her shirt, he slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her luscious breasts. She shivered as he rubbed her hard nipples through her satin bra.

“Remy... Oh...”

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Shit!

Before he could tell the intruder to come back later, Zandra shocked him by calling out shakily, “Come in!”

He’d barely snatched his hands from her tits before the door opened, and Mona poked her head inside the room.

“Sorry to interrupt—”

“Oh, you’re not interrupting,” Zandra said sweetly.

Mona paused, one brow lifting at the sight of Zandra seated on Remy’s lap. He knew that the humongous desk concealed what they were doing—as long as Mona didn’t come any closer.

She cleared her throat. “I’m taking lunch orders, so I just wanted to see what you two wanted.”

Zandra smiled. “Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you, Mona, but I’m not staying for lunch.”

“No? You can’t?”

“Afraid not. Actually,” Zandra elaborated, subtly rolling her hips against Remy’s groin, “I’m supposed to be having lunch and going shopping with Remy’s sister, Racquel.”

“Oh, okay. Sounds like fun.” Mona flashed one of those rare smiles, then looked at Remy. “What about you, boss? What do you want?”

To bust a f*cking nut!

“Uh...I don’t care. Whatever you, uh, decide is fine.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”

As Zandra tightened her * muscles around his dick, he smothered an agonized groan and nodded quickly. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Mona said dubiously. “Just don’t blame me if I get something you don’t like.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Now just go!

“On second thought, Mona,” Zandra interjected. “Maybe I will stay for lunch.”

“Great,” Mona said cheerfully. “What do you want?”

“Umm. I think I’m in the mood for something hot—” squeeze “—and spicy. Maybe curry pork from our favorite Thai restaurant.”

Remy shuddered, his fingers digging into her thighs. “Works for me,” he said quickly.

Mona smiled. “Okay.”

As she moved to leave, Zandra called out, “No, wait.”

Fuuuccckkk!

Mona turned back expectantly. “Yes, Zandra?”

“I changed my mind.” There was a husky rasp to her voice. “I’d prefer a...spicy chicken sandwich...from that Vietnamese place...a few blocks away.”

“Mmm, I could go for that,” Mona agreed. “But they have funny hours, so let me check to see if they’re open for lunch yet.”

“Good idea,” Zandra breathed.

As Mona placed the call through her Bluetooth earpiece, Remy could feel the slow, hot trickle of Zandra’s juices sliding down his shaft, bathing him in erotic lava. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the back of her neck, biting the tender flesh there.

She shivered.

When she retaliated with another squeeze of her *, he almost nutted in her.

Deciding two could play that game, he reached between her thighs and stroked her hard clit.

She hissed.

Mona frowned at her. “What’d you say, Zandra?”

“I...ah...nothing.” Remy could hear the shallowness of her breath, could feel her thighs shaking on his lap. She was as close to losing it as he was.

Hiding a smile against her hair, Remy rubbed her swollen slit where it was stretched around his cock. More honey coated his fingers.

“Okay, they’re open,” Mona announced, ending the call. “Let me go see what the others want, then I’ll place the order.”

“Th-thanks, Mona,” Zandra stammered.

“Yeah, thanks,” Remy grunted.

The second the door closed, he growled in Zandra’s ear, “Now you’re gonna get it.”

She gave a throaty laugh as he lunged from the chair and bent her over the desk. She braced her hands on the surface and spread her legs apart. Remy grabbed her by the hair and began pumping, fast and furious, slamming into her wet *.

Within moments they exploded violently together, Remy clamping his hand over Zandra’s mouth to smother her scream.

Gasping and shaking, they collapsed upon the desk, scattering papers.

Sucking Zandra’s earlobe, Remy demanded hoarsely, “Mind telling me what that little stunt was about?”

She laughed, breathless and sexy. “That was for not answering my question about Noelani.”

“I did answer you. Apparently—” he slapped her butt cheek “—you didn’t like what I had to say.”

“Do that again.”

He smacked her other cheek hard, and she gave a lusty moan that shot straight to his balls.

“Little freak,” he growled, nipping her ear.

She chuckled softly. “Get off me.”

He rubbed against her round ass. “Not yet.”