"We'd better stop, baby, before I take you right here." He eased her off his lap and fixed his leaking c**k in his pants. His suit jacket and tie had been long discarded and the first three buttons of his shirt undone. Her nails had left trails on his flesh where she'd gored him in her need, but he didn't feel the sting; in fact, he couldn't wait 'til she did it again. Only next time, he wanted to be buried deep inside her.
Kerryanne fixed her clothes back into place and looked anywhere but at him. Now that his mouth wasn't on her, it all came rushing back when he pulled her forward and planted his face right over that place where she was wet and inhaled deeply. She wanted to sink through the floor. "Stop that. I like that I make you want me. I like your scent."
"Oh heck." She tried pu
