“Nick . . .” His name came out a low moan as her back softened into his chest, making her even more accessible to him.

“Tell me how much you want me to strip off these clothes,” he demanded before expertly unsnapping her delicate bra. Without hesitation, he took the weight of her full breasts in his palms and rubbed and squeezed them until she was moaning his name over and over again.

“Tell me, Chloe, or I won’t know,” he warned.

“Please . . .” she said as she reached her arms up and clasped them behind his head, her back arching, her legs opening. She wanted his touch in so many other places on her body.

“Please what?” Nick said as he flicked his thumb across her nipple before his hand began moving lower on her body, stopping at the button on her pants.

“Please touch me, Nick,” she whimpered.

He chuckled in her ear, and for the briefest second, she found herself mad at him, but then his fingers slipped between the waistband of her pants, and she sucked in her breath in anticipation.

The entire night she’d been restless, pacing the house, knowing this was what she wanted. She just hadn’t been able to admit it―not even to herself. She didn’t care if she regretted her actions in the morning. The pleasure he would bring her tonight made it all worthwhile.

“Your body is softer than satin. I can’t get enough,” Nick told her. His fingers were caressing her lower belly, not going deeper inside her pants.

“Nick . . . I want more,” she told him on a sigh.

“You’ll have plenty more,” he assured her as he pulled his fingers away. She wanted to reach for him and lead him exactly where she wanted. But Chloe didn’t have a lot of experience with men, didn’t know how to show what it was she was craving. She truly wished she did.

Nick reached up and held her face, turning her so she was even more vulnerable. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, taking her lips in a gentle kiss that surprised her. She melted more fully against him as one of his hands cupped her naked breast and his tongue traced her lips.

She turned as far as she could, pressing her backside against his thickness while she connected with his lips in a hungry kiss. She pulled on the back of his neck, wanting him to devour her as she got lost in him.

Quickly, the gentleness stopped. Nick tugged on her hair while he took her lips more roughly and pushed his erection hard against her bottom. He was growing more excited, and she wanted him to lose control in her arms. She needed to turn around and press her breasts against him, open her thighs, and feel his hardness pushing against her. She wanted them to be locked together.

When he pulled back, she whimpered. “Nick, please.”

He suddenly pushed her off his body, and for a moment she was confused and hurt, but then he did exactly as she was hoping and pulled her to him. quickly turning them both so she had her back to the desk as he scooted forward and pulled her into his arms and between his thighs.

She wanted her legs open, not his, but at least her tender breasts were now pressed against him, even if he was tugging on her to pull her down to his level. Thank goodness for tall chairs, was her only thought before he grabbed her head and ravished her mouth again.

Nick’s hands gripped and squeezed her ass as his mouth traced hers, his tongue diving inside. He moved his fingers down and gripped her thighs before slipping between them and rubbing where she ached most.

She was so hot and wet, she was sure her pants were ruined, giving away how much she wanted him. She didn’t care. She was almost delirious with lust. Her need was so strong, she doubted she’d ever be able to stop what was happening.

Nick’s lips broke away from hers as he gasped, but his hands climbed back up her body. He found the V of her shirt and tugged, ripping the material, allowing him to view her swollen breasts and peaked nipples. He murmured his approval before leaning forward and taking one bud into his mouth.

His hot tongue danced around the puckered flesh, sucking hard, making her sway on unsteady legs. She was going to collapse, turn into a puddle, and melt at his feet.

Nick seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, because he released her nipple and grabbed her leg, pulling it up and making her straddle his lap. She moaned as her wet flesh rubbed against his arousal. She pushed against him, wanting their clothing gone.

Nick didn’t give Chloe any more time to think, though. He grabbed her head and pulled her to him to meet his lips again while she pressed her aching breasts against his chest. She wanted them both nude, but she didn’t want to part long enough to strip.

He took care of that for her. Reaching between their bodies, he ripped off his own shirt, then pulled her against him. The feel of her swollen breasts tightly pressed against his chest was delicious.

Chloe ran her hands across his strong shoulders, relishing the feel of his muscles. He continued tracing her lips with his tongue while his hands moved down and squeezed her butt. He pulled her next to his arousal and thrust his hips upward. They moaned together.

Chloe wrenched her lips from his and trailed them across his jaw, loving the feel of him clenching it as he tried to maintain some amount of control. It was a losing battle for both of them. She scooted back on his lap and bent down, circling her tongue around his hard nipple before she sucked on it.

His gasp of pleasure encouraged her to keep going. Sliding from his lap, she found herself kneeling in front of him, his covered thickness inches from her face. She needed to have a taste of him.

“Chloe,” he warned. She wasn’t sure what he was asking for―her to come back to him or to take his pants off. She chose to believe it was the latter.