Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) by Kai Andersen

brushed against her stomach.
Almost unconsciously, she rubbed against it, exaggerating her movements.
    He groaned. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”
    I hungered for your touch ...
    Desire unfurled in her veins. She snuggled closer to him. He
was no longer her boss; he was just Jake, the man who could burn her up with
lust just by looking at her. Her hands caressed his back and her voice was husky
as she said, “We can’t have that now, can we?”
    Silent laughter tore through him. Pressed this close to him,
she felt the vibrations going through his body.
    “And what do you plan to do about it?”
    Her hands inched downward until she was cupping his buttocks.
“This.” His butt was tight, packed with muscles. She couldn’t wait to see, to
touch, to ... eat him up.
    He inhaled sharply. The slight bulge hardened even more, if
that were possible.
    She squeezed and massaged lightly. “And this.” She turned her
head and looked up at him, gratified to see the wild lust in his eyes. “And if
you allow, I’ll do even more.” Her voice thrummed with need. “I will kiss every
inch of you, from your lips, down your luscious body to your throbbing cock,
and -- oh heavens, I want to taste your sweet, sweet butt. And
then --”
    He choked. “Sweet butt?”
    Adrienne grinned. He looked so adorable with that hint of red
sweeping across his face. “Obviously, you’ve never seen your backside.” She
made a face. “Believe me, many women in the office can be seen with mesmerized
looks on their faces when you pass by.”
    Despite his embarrassed protests, her statement turned him
on. She felt his unmistakable arousal against her belly. She wondered how long
he was, if he could reach to her womb --
    “Even if I were able to see my own butt, I doubt I
would have the same reaction as you do.” He ground against her in retaliation
and insinuated a thigh between her legs.
    She purred. She was so tempted to stroke her hungry core
against his muscled thigh. She controlled herself, denying herself to heighten
the anticipation. “As long as I’m allowed that reaction, I’m okay.” She didn’t
know what she was saying anymore.
    “Do you still want to dance?” His voice was thick.
    “Yes --”
    “Okay.”
    She felt his reluctance as he tried to give in to her wishes.
“But another kind of dance.” She allowed herself a small smile. “The one that
doesn’t involve clothes.”
    He paused for an infinitesimal second.
    “You should have said so earlier,” was the last thing she
heard from him before his lips captured hers, kissing her with passionate
strokes. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, striking up a duel with her
tongue.
    He tore at her clothes, ripping them in his haste. Buttons
clattered to the floor, but Adrienne barely noticed; she was too busy with his
shirt, taking away the only barrier between her hands and his warm,
satin-smooth skin. Muscles bunched where she touched, but he wasn’t overly
muscular, just enough to give him a firm shape beneath any kind of clothing he
wore.
    He opened the snap of her skirt. She felt the material
flutter to the floor. His fingers hooked around the band of her panties. He
nudged them down to her thighs and sank a finger into the cleft of her pussy.
    Desire steeped her, filling her with harsh, urgent need. She
moaned and opened her legs as far as her trapped panties would allow ...
which wasn’t far enough. She whimpered. He ignored her. Instead, he inserted
two fingers deeper, massaging her folds with furious strokes. His neck corded
with the effort he was expending to keep up the fast, insistent rhythm.
    She keened. Her release was near ... she could feel
it ...
    “I want to taste you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
    He lifted her in his arms, and then slowly lowered her to the
carpeted floor. Without breaking stride, he replaced his fingers with his
mouth, lapping and slurping with fierce desperation, his tongue creating havoc
wherever it touched. He opened her