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Her thoughts scattered again when he sank to his knees before her. Pressing his torso forward he pushed her thighs apart the few inches her pencil skirt would allow. Heat flooded between her legs at the raw, possessive move.

“I want you to think of me every time you walk into this office,” he said, his voice a seductive rumble against the edge of her mouth. “And every time you sit in this chair, I want to you to remember what I did to you in it.”

Her toes curled in her sexy red pumps. She shivered at the erotic promise in his voice, was pretty sure she managed a faint nod.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes
…

It was enough.

His hand shifted, his long fingers moving to pluck the top button of her cream silk blouse. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, watched her face as he slid the first button free. Then the next.

Marisol made no move to stop him. There was something so decadent about this situation. Being hidden behind her locked door, Ethan on his knees before her, undressing her while she reclined in her plush leather chair.

Her heart knocked against her ribs as he undid the blouse and peeled the two halves apart, exposing her pale pink lace bra. He made a hungry sound of approval and hooked a finger into the top of each delicate cup, peeled the fabric down and tucked it beneath her breasts. The rolled-down lace pushed her breasts up even more, her nipples hard, begging for his attention.

“So damn gorgeous, Soli.” Ethan looped an arm around her to set a big hand between her shoulder blades and pulled, arching her back more, pushing her breasts toward his waiting mouth. With a low sound of wanting, he bent and tongued one straining peak.

Marisol bit back a moan and grabbed his head with both hands, holding him close. Her eyes slid closed as he took her into his mouth and sucked, the pleasure streaking through her like fire. She was panting, so wet already, the hot throb between her legs sharpening with every luscious stroke of his tongue.

“Ethan,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. It was a good thing she was sitting down because her legs were wobbly as hell.

The hand cupping her other breast caressed down her ribs, followed the curve of her waist and hip and ran down her leg. Before she realized what he was doing, he grabbed her ankle and slid off first one red pump, then the other. He set them aside then skimmed his hands up the back of her bare calves, over her knees to the tops of her thighs.

Her belly muscles clenched, her core throbbing, needing his touch. His mouth switched to the other nipple now. Marisol dug her fingers harder into his head.

Don’t stop. Don’t stop
, she begged silently.

Sucking at her gently, Ethan gripped the hem of her skirt and began inching it upward. She didn’t stop him, didn’t want to.

When he had it bunched up around her hips he reached down for her ankles. She had only a second to tense before he bent her legs and propped her feet up on his broad shoulders. Releasing her captive nipple with a soft pop, he slipped his hands up her inner thighs.

The moment his fingertips brushed over her mound she sucked in a breath. Her thigh muscles tensed. Eyes smoldering, Ethan looked up at her, eased his fingers under the stretchy sides of her matching lace thong and began sliding them down her thighs. Automatically she started to close her knees.

He set his hands on the insides of her knees, holding her open, and pulled them to her ankles, quickly gliding them over her feet and dropping them out of view. Then he leaned back to survey his handiwork. She flushed at the feeling of exposure, she couldn’t help it. It was bright in here and no one had ever done to her what she suspected he was going to…

Her heart pounded as he pressed her knees farther apart and turned his head to press a slow, lingering kiss to her left inner thigh. Tingles scattered up her skin like sparks.

Oh God, oh God, she didn’t know if she could take this. Ethan, on his knees in front of her at her desk, his head between her legs. She was breathless, dizzy.

Those big hands shifted around to grip the outside of her thighs and he glanced up at her, his lips still pressed to her inner thigh, just inches from where she was dying for him.

“Hold on tight,” he warned in an intimate whisper, then bent to kiss the aching flesh between her legs.

Soli clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry of mingled shock and pleasure. Her hips lifted automatically, pressing her core against his mouth. Ethan groaned and closed his eyes, sliding his tongue through her sensitive folds and up to circle her swollen clit.

A high-pitched whimper shot out of her. The hand on his head curled into a fist, bunching around his hair. But he didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. His tongue stroked and caressed her exquisitely sensitive bud, then slid down and plunged inside her.

The move was so raw, so intensely sexual, this time she couldn’t contain her reaction.

She slapped the hand covering her mouth onto the armrest of the chair and bowed against his mouth, needing something to anchor her. Ethan firmed his grip around her thighs and licked upward once more, settled his lips around her clit and sucked gently.

“Ethan,” she quavered, not sure whether she was begging for more or begging for mercy. She let go of the armrest to grab hold of his shoulder, digging her fingers into his muscle.

He made a low sound of reassurance and released one thigh to slide his hand between her legs. A moment later she felt pressure as he carefully slid a finger into her.

Yes
, she willed him, fisting his hair.
More
.

Sucking gently, he withdrew his finger and added a second. He pushed in slowly, watching her face now, and touched a spot inside her that simultaneously eased the terrible ache as it increased it at the same time.

She bit back a strangled moan and held onto him for dear life. The pleasure was incredible, growing, coiling tight beneath his mouth. She was so primed, already beginning the climb to release. Her breathing was erratic, her thighs and belly quivering as her body tightened more, more, a spring pulled until it was about to snap.

He stroked his fingers inside her, rubbing with firm pressure while his lips and tongue caressed her most sensitive spot pushed her even higher. She rolled her hips against his mouth, so close to the edge now.

Through glazed eyes she drank in the sight of him that way, mouth pressed between her legs, fingers buried inside her, his tongue doing wicked, wicked things she’d only ever dreamed about.

Suddenly the pleasure intensified. The orgasm crested for a moment, then finally burst free, sending her flying. Her body arched. She was dimly aware of him cupping a hand over her mouth to quiet the cries of release she couldn’t contain. Right now she didn’t care who heard her. Ethan had just gone down on her in her office, made her come with his mouth, and it was even better than her hottest fantasies had ever been.

As the waves finally began to ebb she all but collapsed back into her chair, breathing like she’d just run a half marathon, all her muscles quivering. Ethan sucked on her one last time and at last lifted his head. He licked his lips, all shiny from her, and slowly eased his fingers from her body.

She groaned, let her head drop back as she caught her breath. The man had definitely perfected his technique when it came to pleasing a woman.

It made Marisol wonder what he could do with the rest of his body.

A light shiver rippled through her at the thought. She looked down at Ethan, still between her thighs, her feet propped on his broad shoulders. God, that was hot.

His lashes dipped as he turned his head and pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of one ankle, then the other. Then he retrieved her panties from wherever he’d put them and slid them back over her feet.

The move snapped her back to reality. Feeling shy all of a sudden, she hastily slipped the cups of her bra back in place and snapped her knees together.

Her hands weren’t quite steady as she grabbed her panties and shimmied them back into place, then pulled her skirt back down to her knees. She could feel how wet she was, felt her face go hot at what she’d just allowed Ethan to do to her.

Now what? Did she thank him, or…?

He smoothed a hand up the back of her calf in a gentle caress, squeezed once before releasing her and pushing to his feet. Grimacing, he slid a hand into the waistband of his jeans.

Her eyes locked on the sizeable bulge straining the denim as he adjusted himself. Immediately she imagined what it would be like to unzip him, push him back to sit on her desk and treating him to the same pleasure he’d just given her. More heat flooded her body.

A low, sensual chuckle brought her gaze up to his face. His cheekbones were flushed and his eyes were molten with desire. “Keep looking at me like that and neither of us will be leaving your office for a long time.”

Was that supposed to be some kind of a threat? Because she definitely wanted more of him. Like,
right
now.

She leaned forward, reaching for his waistband, but he caught her hands and tugged her from her chair. Releasing her, he cupped her face between her hands and kissed her.

She could taste herself on his lips. Rather than turning her off, it did the opposite because it reminded her of what he’d just done and how willingly he’d given her pleasure. The orgasm had taken the edge off but she still wanted more.

Everything he had to give her, in case it was all she ever got.

Ethan sucked lightly at her lower lip before lifting his head, his eyes glowing with desire. “Rain check. If you’re still up for more once you’re back at the safe house, I’m game. But I want you to have time to think about it.”

A smile spread across her face. “That’s really sweet, to give me that.”

He eased his thumb across her mouth. “With you, yeah. Because you matter to me. I don’t want you having any regrets later.”

His words reinforced that he was still thinking of this as a one-time thing. Or at least, that’s what she thought he meant, and she wasn’t going to ask.

She kissed his thumb, parted her lips to catch it between her front teeth and let her tongue play gently. A thrill zinged through her at the way his nostrils flared, the way his gaze went all intent and smoky as he focused on her mouth.

Even though there was no future for them she still wanted him, at least once. “I won’t regret it. Because you matter to me too.” And so she wanted him to be her first.

Ethan let his hand drop. His expression became shuttered, all business, like he’d flipped a switch. “Text me when you’re ready to leave. Let me know if you want me to come over.”

“I want you to.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.” She was absolutely certain she wanted Ethan with her tonight. She’d waited long enough for him already.

Chapter Thirteen

Bautista climbed out of his truck at two minutes to eight and walked up Julia’s front walkway. After circling her complex twice to make sure no one had followed him, and not noting anyone suspicious outside, he’d decided to park in her driveway next to her truck where she’d backed it into its usual spot.

He ran a hand down the front of his shirt, something almost like nervous butterflies humming in his stomach. He’d worn black dress pants and a deep blue button-down dress shirt, had even stopped to pick up the bouquet of fresh flowers now clutched in his hand.

It was weird, but his pulse beat faster as he approached the front door. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked forward to something with this much excitement and anticipation.

Over the past few hours he’d considered canceling a couple of times, but something had always held him back. As stressed as he was about last night’s op and still having no leads as to who the shooter had been, he couldn’t blow off an opportunity to spend time alone with Julia.

He had another op scheduled for tomorrow, couldn’t be sure when he’d get the chance to be with her next. In his line of work, he’d learned to live life one day at a time. Last night had been a pointed reminder that he might not come back from the next job.

Julia opened the door before he’d reached the front step and for a moment he stopped in his tracks. She was dressed in a formfitting black dress that cut low in the front, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. The hem stopped several inches above her knees, revealing part of her toned thighs, and the sexy leopard print heels gave him vivid ideas.

He’d love to have her gorgeous thighs wrapped around his neck as she rode his tongue, and after, those sexy heels digging into his ass as he plunged into her.

Yanking himself out of those thoughts, he smiled at her, the buzz of anticipation growing stronger in his belly. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself. You’re very punctual. I like that in a man.” Her pale blue gaze stroked over him in a bold caress, lingering on his chest and crotch for a moment before sliding back to his face. “Mmm, you sure clean up nice,” she said when he reached the front step. She slid her arms around his back to hug him.

He had only an instant to absorb how amazing she felt, breathe in her subtle, sweet scent before she pulled back. Giving him an inviting smile, she stepped back and beckoned him inside. “For me?” she asked, looking at the flowers.

“Yeah.” He handed them over, stuck his hands in his pockets and tried not to stare as she lowered her face to the brightly colored blooms and inhaled. She was so damn pretty. So vividly alive, while he felt half dead inside.

Until he was around her. Then, something unexpected and magical happened. He didn’t understand it, couldn’t figure it out, but it was there nonetheless. All he knew was, he wanted to experience more of it.

Lowering the flowers, Julia cast him a sultry smile, her lips painted a deep, glossy red that screamed pure, raw sex. “So, what did you have in mind for tonight?”

“There’s a place I want to take you to, for dinner. If you’re hungry.” A quiet, classy place by the water he sometimes went to when he was in town. It was owned by one of his most trusted contacts. He never needed a reservation. They’d fit him into the private room upstairs and they’d be undisturbed except for their server all night. And if they were going, he should get her to his truck right now.