“Rafe.” The damn breaks, violent and beautiful. I convulse against him. He thrusts two fingers inside me, crooking them upwards, right where he can work his magic. He doesn’t stop, not even when my body sags from relief, or maybe it’s a bit of why it ended already. Either way, Rafe holds me steady, even when he pulls away from my breast and pussy. His hands move to my hips, absorbing the tremors, waiting me out until my breathing slows to shallow gasps.
“Christ, taste better than I imagined, Sera.” He lifts his head from between my legs and rests his chin on my thigh, dark hair disheveled, his lips wet and flushed from driving me wild. He looks entirely undone, a stark contradiction to the billionaire who spends his day commanding and dictating behind a desk.
“I’m not sure I believe you.” I crook a finger, unable to move due to the muscle-weakening, earth-shattering orgasm he delivered. A slow, wicked smirk graces his lips. It’s the kind of look that tells me he knows exactly how much power he holds over me, and that he has no intention of ever letting go.Nevertheless, he rises to his full height, leaning over me, his palms caging me in on either side of my shoulders.
“Then you’ll have to taste yourself on my lips.” Our bodies meld together when his lips meet mine and he presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips that lets me taste myself. It’s intimate yet somehow has my heart continuing to beat like a stampede of wild horses. My tongue slides against his lips, and Rafe takes control. A hand slips beneath my head, tilting me the way he wants to deepen the kiss, and he groans into my mouth.
“Rafe,” I breathe his name much like a prayer.
“Fuck, Sera. Not letting you out of my sight, woman. Need you, a lot more of you.” He lifts up, carefully pulling my skirt back down, smoothing the crumpled fabric with a gentleness that makes my chest ache.
“I think that can be arranged.” He offers me his hand. I take it, legs trembling as I slide off the table, attempting to stand upright. Thankfully, he’s there for me to lean against as I regain a semblance of balance. Rafe’s arm winds around my waist, holding me to his chest.
“Maybe next time, we do it in my office. I’ve got a lot more fantasies to play out when it comes to you on a flat surface.” He cups my jaw, tracing the apple of my cheek with his thumb.
“Is that so?” I tease.
“Yeah. Want you bent over it, want you spread out on it, and, fuck, I wouldn’t be upset if you rode the corner, getting yourself off while I watched.” His possessiveness shines through. For weeks, we’ve been playing a game of chase, him with his strict professionalism, me with my flair to live in the moment.
“I think I can make that happen, Mr. Montero.”
“Christ, it’s going to be impossible to work,” he says with a low, genuine laugh, eyes softening as he looks down at me.
“That’s too bad, considering you have another meeting after lunch.” He grimaces at my response.
“I should have made you clear my calendar.” He brushes a kiss along the shell of my ear, then stands up to his full height, all six foot three, completely dominating my body with his presence. My breathing hitches. We’re standing so close, I can feel his cock pressing into my lower abdomen.
“Had I known when I woke up this morning, I’d have done that without you knowing.”
“Well, when you get back to your desk, make sure you do that for tomorrow. And you’re coming home with me after work. Not done with you, not by a long shot.” He drops another kiss to my lips, then we both attempt to make sure we’re back to normal, or as normal as possible, before we head out of the conference room, down the hall, and back to the office.
10
RAFE
All day, I watched Seraphina. Work became intolerably hard to get through, because I had one eye on the woman for the entirety of the afternoon. After getting a taste of her pussy and seeing her fall apart with my mouth and hands on her body, the day became unbearable. Every shift of her body, every time she played with the collar of her shirt or smoothed the fabric of her skirt down when she stood up had my cock in a constant state of hard-on.
By the time four o’clock rolled around, I couldn’t stand it any longer. The permanent scowl I usually sport all but disappears when Seraphina is around. And when I called her into my office, requesting she shut the door behind her, she did what I asked before sitting in the chair in front of my desk, squirming in the leather and making me want her even more. That was the crux of the problem: I wanted her, fucking everywhere. The only way I could have her without having to hold back was to send her home, to myhome.
I walked around my desk and slipped the keycard to my penthouse apartment into the palm of her hand, then told her to meet me there. Of course, when I suggested she stop by her own place to pack an overnight bag, her eyes fluttered closed, hercheeks filled with color, and she let out a low moan. I pressed my lips to hers. No more words needed to be spoken after that kiss.
Seraphina left shortly after, my hand on her lower back guiding her to the door. I watched as she tried to act unbothered by the fact that she’d be in my bed tonight or that my eyes never left her the entire time she grabbed her things. I didn’t leave my spot as I watched her leave, leaning against the door. Fuck, did I want to be the one who walked her to her car.
That was nearly three hours ago. Now I’m out of the office, dealt with the traffic home, and am riding the elevator up to my penthouse. I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight that greets me when the doors open. Seraphina’s back is facing me, she has a glass of wine in her hand, up and resting against her upper shoulder, hair up in some type of twist, and she’s staring out at the scenery in front of her.
It takes her a moment before she realizes I’m home. I drop my things on the way toward her—keys, phone, and suit jacket. None of them will be needed for what I have in mind.
“Sera,” I say her name.
“Rafe.” Her voice is smooth like velvet and causes me to vibrate with pure need. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights, and the setting sun have nothing on the woman before me. I stop at the bar cart, noticing the bottle of red wine is breathing, and while I’m not opposed to sharing a glass with her, I’d much rather prefer two fingers of whisky.
“Do you need more?” I nod to her glass of wine when she gives me the front side of her body. And, holy fuck, I’m not prepared. From behind, the slip of a dress has two loose straps crossing over her back and ending at her midthigh. Then there is the front, a deep V, lace around the shell of her breasts. The emerald-green color captures her dark eyes, and the dress skims her curves in all the ways that make me fucking delirious.
“No, I’m good.” She takes a sip of her drink. When she swallows, my mind reels at the thought of her doing the same with my cum while I slide my thumb along the milky white skin of her throat. “Thank you, though.”
I grab the lowball crystal glass and make my way to the woman who’s got me wrapped up in all kinds of fucking knots.
“You’re welcome. Have any trouble getting in?” She has my personal phone line, one of the few who do. She could have called or texted if need be. Still, I let security on duty know that I’d be having a guest. Giving them the make and model of her car as well as her name probably helped matters.