The Broken One (Corisi Billionaires, #1)(59)

He grinned. “Oh, I thought the apology was in the kiss and the text.” He held up the bag. “Mine was in a chicken salad sandwich. Teri said it’s your favorite.”

“It is.” I took the bag with a happy sigh. “And I’m starving.”

He followed me to my office, and we took seats at the small conference table in the corner.

I dug into the bag. Warm bread too. Heaven. “I can’t believe you did this for me. Thank you.” I probably should have waited for him to take his out, but when my stomach rumbled again, I took a bite and closed my eyes as I savored it. “Delicious.”

He was smiling when I looked at him. Smiling, but not eating. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“No, I had a large breakfast.”

“But there are two sandwiches.”

“For you. I know you enjoy them.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but didn’t argue that point. People said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. I would argue that such a method was universally effective. Show me a woman who doesn’t love a good carb now and then, and I’ll show you someone lying through their skinny teeth.

Half a sandwich in, I slowed. He was still smiling, which made me wonder if I had food on my face. “What?”

“I can’t help where my mind takes me whenever I’m near you.”

I paused. “Wait, so stuffing my mouth with food reminds you of . . . oh. Really?”

He shrugged.

I purred, “So it would turn you on if I ate it really slowly . . .” I held a piece of it up, opened my mouth, and licked at my lips in what I hoped was an extremely sexual manner. A big chunk of chicken fell and bounced off my eye. Thankfully, I’d closed it just in time, but I raised my hand to wipe mayonnaise from my eyelid.

A laugh rumbled out of him.

I gave in to one of my own. “I am so not sexy.”

“Come here.” The command in that voice sent licks of desire straight through me.

I put my sandwich down and stood.

Don’t need to ask me twice.

“Have you ever fucked on a desk?” he asked, standing.

“No,” I answered in a strangled voice.

“Does your door lock?”

I nodded.

“Go lock it.”

I did and returned to him on autopilot. He moved to clear a corner of my desk with a sweep, but I jumped forward and grabbed the papers. “It would take me forever to organize these again.” I placed them on the shelf on the side.

He stepped closer.

I backed up until I bumped against the side of my desk. Oh yes. Desk sex. Messy. Primal. Desk sex.

Messy.

I leaned back and took my coffee from where it sat and moved it to the floor. “Can’t spill that on the keyboard.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Anything else?”

I glanced back. My twenty-seven-inch monitor had cost a mint. “We should just move that—”

He reached back and released my bun, twining his fingers into my hair to pull me forward for a kiss. As soon as our lips met, I stopped caring about collateral damage. I could afford another computer.

I tugged his shirt out of his trousers.

He undid the buttons on my shirt.

His belt fell away with ease. He stepped out of his pants.

My skirt hiked up in a flash.

His mouth adored my nipples through the thin material of my bra. My hands sought and pumped his shaft. His fingers pushed aside the material of my panties and dove in to make their magic. “You’re so wet for me already.”

I could only mew my agreement.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me, teasing, kissing, driving me wild.

Then he stepped back, and I sank to my knees before him. I took him deep in my mouth as he fisted his hands into my hair.

He was so big, I strained to take all of him in.

So hard.

His moan of pleasure gave me the confidence to get daring with my tongue as well as my hands. I wanted to drive him as out of control as he drove me.

In and out, deeper and faster. I cupped the base of his dick with my hand as my other caressed his balls. His hands tightened in my hair. Pain and pleasure. Control and submission. I’d never felt so powerfully free.

When he came I drank him in, loving every grunt of release he made. I was still basking in the knowledge that I could please him to the same level that he pleased me. He hauled me to my feet and carried me to one of the chairs we’d sat in to eat.

He positioned me so I was straddling his lap.

He wasn’t at full erection when he slid his cock along my wet slit, but he hardened against me. The tear of a condom wrapper brought a tingle to my sex, and I took over from there. I slid it over him, and as I moved to take him in, he thrust upward.

Oh God, yes.

From there it was a wild dance, with me in charge. His mouth went everywhere. He pushed my bra upward to expose my breasts and then gave them each attention.

I rode him with an abandon I didn’t think myself capable of.

I came before he did, slumping against his chest after a mind-erasing release.

He stood, turned me around, and pounded into me from behind. I didn’t think I could come again; then suddenly I was joining him for a profanity-filled explosion.

Afterward, he cleaned up and we dressed. I didn’t have experience with office sex, so I didn’t know what to expect, but when he invited me to curl up on his lap on one of my deep leather chairs, I didn’t hesitate.