Demonic Attraction by Kim Knox

to tease sensitized flesh…and then he pressed up against her.
    “It’s been a while,” he murmured against her lips as his fingers found her suit and worked more tabs free. “I had to prioritize.”
    “Less talking, more getting naked.”
    “But you make a compelling argument.”
    He pushed down the fabric and she wriggled to help him pull it from her hips, legs, until it pooled to the floor. The clear surface of the desk pressed cold against her skin and she shivered as she grinned. “And you’re still not naked.”
    He shucked off his shirt. Anya ran light fingers over the smooth perfection of his chest, playing with the lithe run of muscle. She felt the power of exploration, the first chance she’d had to touch, to trace over warm skin and not rush into a blinding surge of sensation. She pressed her lips to his collarbone, her tongue teasing along, tasting his skin. Anya closed her eyes. Salt-sweet with the bitter hint of coal sharpened on her tongue. She curled her tongue-tip around his nipple, her palms easing over his ribs so that she could snake her arms up the warmth of his spine.
    Keve groaned, his arms wrapping around her as he buried his face against her neck. He pulled in a deep breath and crushed her to him. Anya grinned and tugged hard at his nipple. Keve growled. “You’re not playing nice.”
    “Was I meant to?”
    She felt his grin against her skin before he lifted his head. His mouth hovered over hers. “I think you’ve been very naughty.”
    Anya couldn’t resist the need to tease her tongue over his lip again, drawing him into a kiss that washed down to her toes. She fisted her fingers in his hair as his mouth took her, stroking heat and desire deep into her flesh. Anya broke away with a gasp. “You’re very good at that.”
    “I’m very single-minded.”
    A laugh escaped her and she ran her fingers down the cooled flesh of his spine to slide under the band of his trousers. She pushed at the thick material, easing them down. Her nails scraped over thick muscle and he twitched. “That’s a good trait.”
    His fingers already tugged at her underwear. “I thought so too.”
    Keve’s mouth found hers again as her panties dropped to the floor. He pushed forward and his cock brushed against her damp flesh. Anya groaned and he deepened the kiss. Damianos was assured, took control to please her, but Keve—Anya ran her palm the length of his spine—was deliciously human.
    He gripped his cock and teased the head over her sensitive flesh, swallowing her soft moans. His skilful mouth already danced sparks behind eyes and she arched her spine, urging him to sink into her willing flesh. She wanted him. A slow exploration, a quick fuck, all of it. The sudden emotion, the need, surprised her, and she went with it, enjoying him, the first push of him into her flesh flaring a burst of bright release.
    Anya pushed forward, taking him deeper. She grabbed his ass and he growled against her mouth. “This will end all too quickly.”
    She pulled in a quick breath, the slow shift of his hips spiraling need deep into her flesh. “Desk sex should be quick and hard.”
    “Is that the rule?”
    Anya grinned at him. “Yes.”
    “Then I’d hate to disappoint.” He wet his lips. “Put your hands on the edge of the desk. Grip it.”
    Anya lifted an eyebrow. “You’re giving me orders now?”
    Keve’s eyes gleamed and she tightened her muscles around his cock, wanting him. He groaned and the rush of desire thickened in his gaze. “I’m waiting.”
    The dark promise in his voice had her heart pounding. She slid her hands around his hips, her nails teasing until her hands hit the cold surface of the desk. Her fingers curled around the curved edge and she almost lost her balance as Keve arched her back. His palms hit the desk and he leaned over her. Anya breathed in his scent, savored the heat of his skin against hers. She liked Keve. So much more than she expected.
    “Ready?” His smile turned