She gave a small cry at his words, and he almost lost his resolve then and there. God, he wanted to slide that smart, expensive skirt higher, higher still, slip his fingers between her legs, find her soaked heat. He ached to lower her panties down and off, then hook his arms under her splayed knees and lift her hips off the desk. He longed to raise her to his lips and feast on her musky, sweet center, just lick and stroke and suck until she screamed his name and shattered under his mouth.
But that would all be a gigantic f*****g mistake.
No. No, it wouldn’t.
Yes. Yes, it would, asshole. Now do it.
“Yes,” she said, her voice molten with abandon. “On your mouth, Silver.”
He paused, watched her as she shamelessly started to raise her own skirt, exposing her generous golden thighs. He saw
