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Tessa shook her head, her thighs quivering in anticipation of what he was about to do. “I, ah, didn’t think about it.”
He grinned up at her, his hands sliding up the backs of her legs to cup her naked ass. “Well, you’ll just have to go without, won’t you? Now, be a good girl, and spread your legs a little wider for me. Ah, that’s it. Perfect. Speaking of perfect - you’re as beautiful down here as every other part of your body. I remember how shy you were the first time I wanted to do this. But you love it now, don’t you, Tessa? You love having my mouth on you this way.”
Her head fell back against the wall, her arms hanging limply by her side at the first slow, sensuous lick of his tongue against the slick opening to her body. “Yes,” she panted. “God, yes! I love everything you do to me, Ian. I love you.“
Her passionate declaration spurred him on as he ate her out with an almost ferocious hunger, his mouth nearly ravenous as he pleasured her for an untold number of minutes. He loved doing this to her, loved the clean, musky taste of her, and especially loved the way it drove her crazy, how she bucked back and forth against his mouth and tongue. He added two fingers, pumping them in and out of her as he sucked on the hard little nub of her clit. She climaxed with his tongue deep inside of her, his hands clamping down on her hips to hold her still.
He would have continued, would have happily feasted on the sweetness of her pussy for hours longer, but his own body was begging for release by now. He stood, cupping the side of her cheek in his hand as he kissed her rawly, letting her taste her own essence on his lips and tongue.
“What happens next, love,” he rasped, “is entirely up to you. After I left you that night, running out of here in a blind panic like the roof was about to cave in, I couldn’t think of anything else the entire evening - not even when I was trying futilely to fall asleep later on. Like you, I imagined what might have happened if my phone hadn’t rung at such an inopportune moment.”
Tessa stared up at him in a daze, the way she always looked after she’d just climaxed, and he knew how hard she was struggling right now to speak. “Um, what - what sorts of things did you imagine?” she stammered.
Ian stepped away from her and began to remove his suit jacket, tie, and shirt, toeing off his shoes at the same time. “Fucking you. For hours and hours. But I couldn’t decide where - my desk, the sofa, the rug. So I’ll let you make that decision now. Where would you like to be ravished, my sweet?”
Her eyes dropped to where his hands were unbuckling his belt, her flushed cheeks turning an even deeper shade of rosy pink, her lush mouth opening into a wide “O” as he stepped out of his pants and briefs, revealing his immensely swollen dick.
“I, um, don’t - don’t know,” she babbled, her eyes fixated on his erection as he began to approach her. “The - the desk?”
He gave her an unholy grin, just before sliding his hands beneath her buttocks and hoisting her up. She barely had time to wrap her legs around his hips before he carried her the short distance to his desk and set her down on the edge.
“Lay back,” he urged her, stepping in between her widespread thighs.
“I - I thought you wanted me the other way,” she reminded him hesitantly. “You know, um, bent over.”
“We’ll do it that way next time,” he assured her, and began to slowly guide his cock inside of her glistening pink sex an inch or so at a time. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer the sofa.”
She gasped as he unexpectedly changed the rhythm and thrust all the way in, causing her hips to lift off the surface of his gleaming mahogany desk. “It’s - it’s all good,” she whimpered as he began to fuck her harder, pistoning his hips a bit more forcefully with each powerful thrust.
He bent her legs at the knee, spreading them wider and pushing them up towards her shoulders. “That it is, love,” he groaned. “Every moment of every day with you is good. Perfect. A thousand times better than any fantasy I might have had. And this is especially perfect.”
He threaded a hand into her hair, pulling her upper back off the desk until his mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing the screams she made as she came and came and came, the inner muscles of her vagina milking his cock until he was spilling himself deep inside of her.
They sunk to the floor in front of his desk, too spent from what had just happened to remain upright at the moment. Tessa’s head rested against his bare chest as he held her close, his hand combing through her tangled blonde curls. He kissed her forehead tenderly, causing her to gaze up at him with what looked like wonder in her blue eyes.
“Hmm,” she murmured, her hand caressing his cheek. “I had a slightly different vision of what might have happened next. But I think I prefer yours. Mine would have been, um, rather tame in comparison.”
He laughed. “Darling, I wanted you so damned much that night I wouldn’t have cared how it happened. And there is nothing the least bit tame about you. Even that first kiss we shared, the little sounds you made. I knew then that you were a wildcat, that sex with you would be something spectacular. And it’s been all that and more, every single time we’ve been together. Not to mention the fact,” he added in mock sternness, “that you’ve been doing your damndest ever since we met to corrupt me. I still can’t believe that I allowed you to coerce me into having sex in my office. I - good Lord. Is that stain on my desk what I think it is?”
Tessa only giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with glee as she whispered, “Happy anniversary, darling!”
Chapter Ten
Late January Julia’s green eyes were sparkling with anticipation, and she was so excited that a passerby would have thought she was the prospective bride who was waiting to try on wedding gowns instead of Tessa.
“How can you be so calm?” asked Julia in disbelief. “When I was trying on dresses for my wedding, I was almost jumping up and down with excitement. Lauren swore she was going to pinch me if I didn’t calm down. And when she pinches, it hurts - a lot - so I managed to control myself somehow.”
Tessa smiled at her matron of honor. “Well, I promise not to pinch you, so you can get as excited as you want. Oh, here’s Marlene.”
The personal shopper, who Tessa had come to regard as a good friend since meeting her over a year ago, was carrying an armload of frothy, lacy wedding gowns. Right behind her was the in-store bridal consultant who had another half-dozen or so dresses in her arms.
He grinned up at her, his hands sliding up the backs of her legs to cup her naked ass. “Well, you’ll just have to go without, won’t you? Now, be a good girl, and spread your legs a little wider for me. Ah, that’s it. Perfect. Speaking of perfect - you’re as beautiful down here as every other part of your body. I remember how shy you were the first time I wanted to do this. But you love it now, don’t you, Tessa? You love having my mouth on you this way.”
Her head fell back against the wall, her arms hanging limply by her side at the first slow, sensuous lick of his tongue against the slick opening to her body. “Yes,” she panted. “God, yes! I love everything you do to me, Ian. I love you.“
Her passionate declaration spurred him on as he ate her out with an almost ferocious hunger, his mouth nearly ravenous as he pleasured her for an untold number of minutes. He loved doing this to her, loved the clean, musky taste of her, and especially loved the way it drove her crazy, how she bucked back and forth against his mouth and tongue. He added two fingers, pumping them in and out of her as he sucked on the hard little nub of her clit. She climaxed with his tongue deep inside of her, his hands clamping down on her hips to hold her still.
He would have continued, would have happily feasted on the sweetness of her pussy for hours longer, but his own body was begging for release by now. He stood, cupping the side of her cheek in his hand as he kissed her rawly, letting her taste her own essence on his lips and tongue.
“What happens next, love,” he rasped, “is entirely up to you. After I left you that night, running out of here in a blind panic like the roof was about to cave in, I couldn’t think of anything else the entire evening - not even when I was trying futilely to fall asleep later on. Like you, I imagined what might have happened if my phone hadn’t rung at such an inopportune moment.”
Tessa stared up at him in a daze, the way she always looked after she’d just climaxed, and he knew how hard she was struggling right now to speak. “Um, what - what sorts of things did you imagine?” she stammered.
Ian stepped away from her and began to remove his suit jacket, tie, and shirt, toeing off his shoes at the same time. “Fucking you. For hours and hours. But I couldn’t decide where - my desk, the sofa, the rug. So I’ll let you make that decision now. Where would you like to be ravished, my sweet?”
Her eyes dropped to where his hands were unbuckling his belt, her flushed cheeks turning an even deeper shade of rosy pink, her lush mouth opening into a wide “O” as he stepped out of his pants and briefs, revealing his immensely swollen dick.
“I, um, don’t - don’t know,” she babbled, her eyes fixated on his erection as he began to approach her. “The - the desk?”
He gave her an unholy grin, just before sliding his hands beneath her buttocks and hoisting her up. She barely had time to wrap her legs around his hips before he carried her the short distance to his desk and set her down on the edge.
“Lay back,” he urged her, stepping in between her widespread thighs.
“I - I thought you wanted me the other way,” she reminded him hesitantly. “You know, um, bent over.”
“We’ll do it that way next time,” he assured her, and began to slowly guide his cock inside of her glistening pink sex an inch or so at a time. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer the sofa.”
She gasped as he unexpectedly changed the rhythm and thrust all the way in, causing her hips to lift off the surface of his gleaming mahogany desk. “It’s - it’s all good,” she whimpered as he began to fuck her harder, pistoning his hips a bit more forcefully with each powerful thrust.
He bent her legs at the knee, spreading them wider and pushing them up towards her shoulders. “That it is, love,” he groaned. “Every moment of every day with you is good. Perfect. A thousand times better than any fantasy I might have had. And this is especially perfect.”
He threaded a hand into her hair, pulling her upper back off the desk until his mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing the screams she made as she came and came and came, the inner muscles of her vagina milking his cock until he was spilling himself deep inside of her.
They sunk to the floor in front of his desk, too spent from what had just happened to remain upright at the moment. Tessa’s head rested against his bare chest as he held her close, his hand combing through her tangled blonde curls. He kissed her forehead tenderly, causing her to gaze up at him with what looked like wonder in her blue eyes.
“Hmm,” she murmured, her hand caressing his cheek. “I had a slightly different vision of what might have happened next. But I think I prefer yours. Mine would have been, um, rather tame in comparison.”
He laughed. “Darling, I wanted you so damned much that night I wouldn’t have cared how it happened. And there is nothing the least bit tame about you. Even that first kiss we shared, the little sounds you made. I knew then that you were a wildcat, that sex with you would be something spectacular. And it’s been all that and more, every single time we’ve been together. Not to mention the fact,” he added in mock sternness, “that you’ve been doing your damndest ever since we met to corrupt me. I still can’t believe that I allowed you to coerce me into having sex in my office. I - good Lord. Is that stain on my desk what I think it is?”
Tessa only giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with glee as she whispered, “Happy anniversary, darling!”
Chapter Ten
Late January Julia’s green eyes were sparkling with anticipation, and she was so excited that a passerby would have thought she was the prospective bride who was waiting to try on wedding gowns instead of Tessa.
“How can you be so calm?” asked Julia in disbelief. “When I was trying on dresses for my wedding, I was almost jumping up and down with excitement. Lauren swore she was going to pinch me if I didn’t calm down. And when she pinches, it hurts - a lot - so I managed to control myself somehow.”
Tessa smiled at her matron of honor. “Well, I promise not to pinch you, so you can get as excited as you want. Oh, here’s Marlene.”
The personal shopper, who Tessa had come to regard as a good friend since meeting her over a year ago, was carrying an armload of frothy, lacy wedding gowns. Right behind her was the in-store bridal consultant who had another half-dozen or so dresses in her arms.
