He went motionless, palms flat on her thighs, his chest rising as he drew a breath.

“Do something,” she whispered.

Slowly, his gaze met hers. “What do you want me to do?”

“Anything. Everything.”

His hand moved over her thigh in an infinitesimal caress.

She trembled. “Please.”

He stroked his way between her legs. Circled his thumb over her clit before cupping her sex over her panties.

Her core clenched, aching so hard it hurt. She knew he’d felt how damp her panties were, because he chuckled softly. “So wet,” he remarked. “Is it all for me?”

“You know it is.”

Still chuckling, he pushed aside the crotch of her underwear and dipped one finger in the moisture pooling at her entrance. “Hell. You’re wetter than I thought.” She watched with wide eyes as he brought that wicked finger to his lips and sucked it, licking off her juices with a groan of approval. “And you taste as sweet as I knew you would.” He popped his finger out of his mouth. “Do you want me to make you come, Skyler?”

“God. Why are you even asking?” She couldn’t believe the infuriating man. She was sprawled on his desk, panting, shaking, legs wide open. Couldn’t he see she was starving for him?

“I need to hear you say it.” A command, low and seductive.

She swallowed again. “I want you to make me come.”

His lips curved as he hooked his fingers under her waistband and peeled her panties off. She should have felt vulnerable with his gaze fixed on her most intimate place. But she didn’t. The anticipation was too distracting, the ache too strong. She held her breath, waiting, needing, but he didn’t move. Didn’t touch her. She was seconds away from begging when he slid closer and pressed his mouth directly on her clit.

“Oh.”

The jolt of pleasure nearly knocked her off the desk, and she grabbed on to the edge to steady herself. Gage’s mouth was hot against her sensitive flesh, the pressure of his lips almost unbearable, but then his tongue darted out and licked her so gently her eyes blinked open in surprise. She hadn’t expected the tenderness. The slow, sweet glide of his tongue.

And then he did it again. And again. One leisurely, torturous lick after another, until she was squirming uncontrollably, every inch of skin tight and hot and prickling with frustration.

“I need more,” she choked out.

Gage lifted his head and licked his glossy lips. “You want me to suck on your clit?”

The explicit suggestion made her moan. “Yes.”

“You want my fingers inside you?”

Her head jerked in a nod. She knew she was broadcasting her need for release loud and clear, but Gage seemed unfazed. He actually had the nerve to grin. An evil, filthy grin that sent her heart rate into overdrive. “Pity. You’re just gonna have to wait.”

The gentle assault continued. The tiniest licks. The sweetest kisses. The barely there thrust of his tongue as its tip teased her opening. Sweat broke out on her forehead when he parted her folds with his fingers and nuzzled her with his cheek, releasing a groan of pure contentment that vibrated through her body. The man was killing her. Killing her.

She brought her hands to his head, trying to pull him closer, but his dark hair was too short to grip, and he ducked out of her hold with a smug laugh. She arched her hips next, tried to bring her pu**y to his face instead, but that only earned her another burst of laughter, another teasing kiss.

“Please.” The chord of desperation in her voice startled her. “Please, Gage. Please.”

“That’s it, bad girl. I just needed to hear you beg.” Growling softly, he wrapped his lips around her clit and pushed two fingers inside her.

The orgasm swept through her like a flash flood. She cried out and fell back on her elbows, rocking her hips with each pulsing wave of pleasure. When his mouth and fingers abruptly disappeared, she moaned in disappointment, but he didn’t leave her for long. He stood up and stepped into the cradle of her thighs, grinding his pelvis into her throbbing sex as he bent down to kiss her.

She tasted herself on his lips, which was new and foreign but didn’t stop her from hungrily kissing him back. The mind-blowing release had only heightened her excitement. She wanted more. So much more. Her hands moved between them, fumbling with his belt, somehow managing to unbuckle it and unzip his pants despite her shaky fingers. They both groaned when she reached into his pants and grasped his cock.

“Fuuuuck.” Gage’s forehead dropped on her shoulder as he thrust into her hand. “That’s it, baby. Keep doing that.”

She pumped him tentatively, slightly unnerved by his size, his thickness. He was bigger than she was used to, and she couldn’t wait for him to fill her. She stroked his shaft, rubbing the blunt head with her thumb on each upstroke, squeezing and fondling while she studied his expression to find out what he liked. He made a tortured noise when she quickened the pace, his hips driving forward.

“Hell, that feels fantastic.” He lifted his head, a glint of humor in his eyes. “Do I even want to know how you got so damn good at giving hand jobs?”

“Practice. I’m a good girl, remember? I’m also a perfectionist. If I don’t know how to do something, I won’t quit until I’ve mastered it.” She batted her eyelashes. “My last boyfriend didn’t mind me practicing on him.”

Gage choked out a laugh. “I’m sure he didn’t.”