Operation Foreplay by Christine Hughes Page B

teeth.
    Zac needed no more prodding as his hand moved the back of my head and pulled me in closer, his mouth taking mine. His tongue found its way inside my mouth and I closed my lips around it, sucking until he moaned. He pulled me to his lap, securing my legs on either side of him.
    Tugging the sleeves of his shirt until I tossed it to the floor, I paused and took him in. His body never ceased to amaze me. His other hand pushed my skirt up higher on my thigh before slipping between my legs. His fingers trailed along my inner thighs before he slid my panties over. Slowly, he allowed a finger to explore inside me as his thumb rubbed me softly. I closed my eyes, ready for the explosion.
    “Look at me. Eyes on me.” He pulled my chin until our eyes met. “I love watching your eyes when you come.”
    He eased in a second finger, dipping in slowly before the muscles in his forearms tightened and he moved faster, harder.
    I held on to the arms of the chair, moving my hips to meet his thrusts.
    “Now, Melody.”
    Heat spread and I could feel the nerves firing just beneath my skin, spreading out before contracting in a tight pleasurable ball of release.
    “Now.”
    I let the ball tighten, tighten, until I cried out.
    “Zac!” The wave pounded me until I was dizzy, spent.
    Shifting his weight, he lifted me off the chair and set me on the table, pushing my skirt up to my waist. He fumbled with the buttons on my blouse as I frantically undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down over his ass. He didn’t waste time undoing my bra, instead tugging on it until my breasts were freed from the lacy fabric.
    “Melody.” He breathed into me.
    “I want you inside me.”
    I pulled him out of his boxer briefs, slowly stroking his length. It was beautiful.
    “Not yet. I want to see you.” He hooked his thumbs inside my panties and eased them off. Widening my legs, he knelt down. “I want to taste you.” His tongue flicked my center and I let out a sharp breath.
    Using his fingers to open me further, he flattened his tongue and licked me from bottom to top. “Jesus, Mel. You taste amazing.”
    His tongue pressed hard against me between long, soft licks as his fingers pushed in and his teeth scraped ever so slightly. Heat spread through me lazily, as if in on his secret desire to torture me and make me beg for it. A slow burn began in my belly and spread to my thighs; my nose tingled and my toes curled. A scream formed in my chest but before it could escape, he lifted his head and smiled before standing, leaning over me and biting my bottom lip between his teeth. Shaking from being denied a release, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up.
    I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. His hand shifted downward and he grabbed his cock and guided it inside me. Dropping his head, he pressed his face into my neck as I gasped at the feeling of him. There was nothing in the world as amazing as that first thrust. He knew it. I knew it. And we held steady for a moment to revel in it before his hands gripped my ass and he pulled me into each frenzied thrust.
    Zac dipped his head to my breast and teased each nipple with his teeth. I ran my hands down his back. I could feel my orgasm build slowly throughout my body.
    We were fast, hungry, needy. There were no distractions in the conference room. Just me. Just Zac. Us. The way I’d grown to crave. A week spent apart felt like years. Each thrust grew harder and faster, each breath quicker, each moan louder. The slow burn became wild fire that consumed me, consumed him. With one last perfectly timed thrust, everything inside me tightened around him until we both cried out in pleasure and he fell on top of me.
    Tangled together in a sweaty mess of lust and satisfaction, neither of us said a word. Instead, Zac pulled me toward him as he sat in the chair. I curled up in his lap as he stroked my hair and I nuzzled into his chest. Neither of us was quick to