Help me.”
He lifted his mouth, but kept her on the brink of climax with the steady pulse of his thumb. “Fight me on anything else, Catrin. Anything else. But not this. Relax, my delicious miss. Let it happen.”
“Let what . . . ?”
William sucked hard on her swollen bud. No more gentle teasing. No more luxuriating in her taste, although he could have done that until dawn. Instead he applied more pressure, faster, taking her wholly with his mouth. Her gasps became louder and more desperate. The tendons along her throat drew taut. Catrin smacked her hands on the desk and gripped the sides. The rich sugar of her climax slicked his fingers and bathed his tongue.
He would remember the image of her white, tense knuckles against the dark mahogany wood for the rest of his life.
But with a quick glance toward the office door, William knew he could risk no more. She was too bloody loud. Instead he traveled up her body, notched his thick cock against her opening, and pushed his palm flat against her mouth.
He slid inside.
Catrin flinched, stilled. Her eyes flared wide. She shook her head once, which chilled him to the core. A shiver climbed his back. He could feel his own pulse within her wet sheath. But damn the world, he found the strength to stop.
“Tell me.” He bowed low. And he removed his hand. He needed to hear the words, one way or another. “Tell me no if you must. Just get it over with.”
“My answer remains yes.” Her breathing was ragged. “But why silence me?”
A chuckle seemed so out of place, but he could not deny its rightness. “Because you’ll get us into trouble.”
“Can’t have that. Pray, do continue.” She grinned, smoothed his fingers back across her mouth, and flexed her hips.
William drew a deep breath, which did nothing to alleviate the dizzying rush. Instead he rode that rush and became the animal she dared him to reveal.
Eight
Catrin pushed against William’s firm, slick chest. She wanted to see him. See his body. He was so wary, however, that she dared not push too hard. He might stop altogether.
And she would rather live the rest of her life a spinster than have that happen.
With any luck, she would never need to make that choice. As William thrust his magnificent rod and her eyes rolled shut on a wave of pure pleasure, she vowed to have him—have this. Her body had known, as had some deep, formless part of her brain. She had known they were suited, to the point where the attention she received from other men left her cold and agitated.
Only William left her wanting. Wanting more.
Was that even possible? She already felt as if he had wrung every last drop of pleasure out of her. Yet she was not slack, not satisfied. Something else awaited her, and she had no notion of what.
She wanted to ask him as much, but his rough rhythm had splintered her capacity for language. The brute strength of his hand across her mouth was its own arousal, as well as serving to keep her relatively quiet. Still, when he dragged her nearer to the edge of the desk and tipped her pelvis toward his thrusts, she could not help a low moan. The perfect spot. Beyond a few furtive, embarrassed whispers among her fellow nurses, she had not known such a thing existed. But there it was—the place deep within her that she’d needed him to find.
His fingers tightened across her mouth and on one thigh. A sheen of sweat gathered in the wells of his collarbones. She sank her nails into the hard, round caps of his shoulders. He must have liked that, because he flashed his peculiar smile. As quick and condescending as ever, it was overlaid with something very near to wonder. His quick gaze never settled. From breasts to neck to where their bodies joined, then back to her eyes, as if he tried to give his attention to each facet of her wanton display.
She was flattered that he made the attempt, sympathizing because of her own struggle. She literally could not decide where to look. To his savage face—the
He lifted his mouth, but kept her on the brink of climax with the steady pulse of his thumb. “Fight me on anything else, Catrin. Anything else. But not this. Relax, my delicious miss. Let it happen.”
“Let what . . . ?”
William sucked hard on her swollen bud. No more gentle teasing. No more luxuriating in her taste, although he could have done that until dawn. Instead he applied more pressure, faster, taking her wholly with his mouth. Her gasps became louder and more desperate. The tendons along her throat drew taut. Catrin smacked her hands on the desk and gripped the sides. The rich sugar of her climax slicked his fingers and bathed his tongue.
He would remember the image of her white, tense knuckles against the dark mahogany wood for the rest of his life.
But with a quick glance toward the office door, William knew he could risk no more. She was too bloody loud. Instead he traveled up her body, notched his thick cock against her opening, and pushed his palm flat against her mouth.
He slid inside.
Catrin flinched, stilled. Her eyes flared wide. She shook her head once, which chilled him to the core. A shiver climbed his back. He could feel his own pulse within her wet sheath. But damn the world, he found the strength to stop.
“Tell me.” He bowed low. And he removed his hand. He needed to hear the words, one way or another. “Tell me no if you must. Just get it over with.”
“My answer remains yes.” Her breathing was ragged. “But why silence me?”
A chuckle seemed so out of place, but he could not deny its rightness. “Because you’ll get us into trouble.”
“Can’t have that. Pray, do continue.” She grinned, smoothed his fingers back across her mouth, and flexed her hips.
William drew a deep breath, which did nothing to alleviate the dizzying rush. Instead he rode that rush and became the animal she dared him to reveal.
Eight
Catrin pushed against William’s firm, slick chest. She wanted to see him. See his body. He was so wary, however, that she dared not push too hard. He might stop altogether.
And she would rather live the rest of her life a spinster than have that happen.
With any luck, she would never need to make that choice. As William thrust his magnificent rod and her eyes rolled shut on a wave of pure pleasure, she vowed to have him—have this. Her body had known, as had some deep, formless part of her brain. She had known they were suited, to the point where the attention she received from other men left her cold and agitated.
Only William left her wanting. Wanting more.
Was that even possible? She already felt as if he had wrung every last drop of pleasure out of her. Yet she was not slack, not satisfied. Something else awaited her, and she had no notion of what.
She wanted to ask him as much, but his rough rhythm had splintered her capacity for language. The brute strength of his hand across her mouth was its own arousal, as well as serving to keep her relatively quiet. Still, when he dragged her nearer to the edge of the desk and tipped her pelvis toward his thrusts, she could not help a low moan. The perfect spot. Beyond a few furtive, embarrassed whispers among her fellow nurses, she had not known such a thing existed. But there it was—the place deep within her that she’d needed him to find.
His fingers tightened across her mouth and on one thigh. A sheen of sweat gathered in the wells of his collarbones. She sank her nails into the hard, round caps of his shoulders. He must have liked that, because he flashed his peculiar smile. As quick and condescending as ever, it was overlaid with something very near to wonder. His quick gaze never settled. From breasts to neck to where their bodies joined, then back to her eyes, as if he tried to give his attention to each facet of her wanton display.
She was flattered that he made the attempt, sympathizing because of her own struggle. She literally could not decide where to look. To his savage face—the
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