Beauty and the Barracuda by Nikki Winter Page B

slid across his own. Nyssa belonged to him all the way down to her inhales and exhales. She always had and she always would. He needed her to grasp that this wasn’t some simple reckless moment of longing. Just the promise of her smile was the reason he got out of bed in the morning. The twitch of her lips was the reason he found himself completely and totally entranced in the middle of staff meetings.
    Nyssa wasn’t aware, but he’d lied earlier when he told her she only reigned outside the four walls of this office, because she had far more control than she knew. What other woman could have him up at four a.m. doing push-ups until he tired himself out just to be able to sleep without thinking of her? What other woman could simply lift a brow and tempt him to drop to his knees and offer her everything he had on a platinum platter? What other woman made his hands shake because he occasionally caught the scent of rosemary and it prompted too many illicit fantasies to name? The answer was simple—there wasn’t any other woman as far as Sansone was concerned. There was only Nyssa.
    He hadn’t meant for things to go this far, but the moment he saw how her nostrils flared just the tiniest bit when he’d spun around in her chair, whatever preemptive plan he had was swiped clean. All he could see was the fullness of her mouth, then the peak of creamy flesh she’d delivered in burnished orange blouse that complemented her flawless complexion beautifully, and a chocolate-colored bandage pencil skirt that was just long enough to be decent. Legs he consistently imagined locked around his neck appeared endless in the four-inch pumps she strutted in as though they were no more than Keds.
    She was utter perfection in the most basic ways, and it took all his focus off of talking rationally and put it on right now, right in this moment where she was catching her bottom lip between her teeth and tapping her fingers against the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide and slightly glazed over with excitement. Her nipples were beaded and pushing against her top, apparent with every deep breath.
    “Don’t make me say it again, Nyssa.”
    Shivering visibly, she began to slowly pull at the hem, her eyes going from him to the floor.
    “Unh-unh. Look at me,” Sansone demanded. “You don’t get to hide from me anymore.”
    Her lashes flicked upwards and she refocused her stare on his. He cast a glance to her hands as they steadily moved her skirt, the stretchy material sliding over her velvety thighs, tugging up over the rise of her luscious ass and finally stopping at her hips. She leaned backwards and sat on the desk, her hands fisted in her lap.
    “Open your legs,” Sansone growled. His cock was so hard it had its own pulse. The way she smelled, that quiet spark of defiance in her hazel orbs caused him to grit his back teeth. Jesus, she was going to make him lose it. Nyssa’s mouth was like the taste of chocolate—rich, decadent, sinful and completely addictive. He’d only had a nibble and now he wanted the entire piece of candy.
    She blinked but didn’t argue, slowly spreading her thighs until he got a good view of pink lace that had a distinct damp spot at the crotch. He was across the room before he could re-think it, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. Nyssa gasped when he tugged her forward.
    “How many times?” he rumbled, putting his mouth to her neck. “How many times were you like this for me and I didn’t know?” His nose caught her unique smell and his stomach clenched.
    Nyssa whimpered.
    “That’s not an answer, cara .”Sansone nipped just beneath her earlobe and felt her tremble, heard her pant. His hands roved the lush flesh before coming to rest just at her bikini line, playing with the fabric that covered her. His thumbs tapped her pelvic bone and her forehead hit his shoulder as he rubbed the space in circular motions. “Tell me.”
    “I don’t know…” Her voice was low, the tone telling