“What message would that be, Dr. Fletcher?”
“That you’re all woman, a woman to be reckoned with, and you’re all mine.”
“Mmm. But I am feeling the teeniest bit hurt, sugarplum, that we had celebration plans tonight, and you were too nice a guy to tell Annabeth to get lost.” Tanna cocked her head. “Was it her great conversational skills or her shameless display of perky tits that held you enthralled?”
He shrugged. “She has a nice rack. I’m a breast man, if you’ll recall.” His eyes locked on her fingertips brushing the top of her cle**age as she twisted the necklace. Then his gaze moved to her mouth. “But I’d be more than happy to give you a demonstration of how much I love your rack, if you need a refresher.”
Tanna laughed. “Why don’t you come over here and give me a kiss. Then you can work that talented mouth of yours down to my poor neglected rack.” Fletch started toward her with that gleam in his eye. “Ah-ah. Not so fast. Take off your shirt first.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Partially because you have a fantastic chest and I can’t get enough of it. The other reason is because you smell like her perfume.”
Fletch stripped the shirt off and tossed it aside.
She dropped her boots to the floor and pushed the office chair back, making room for him.
His hands gripped the chair’s armrests and his liquid gaze seemed to drink in every nuance of her face. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so damn hot when you’re jealous.” His mouth crashed down on hers, owning her with his hungry, possessive kiss.
No hands. No body parts rubbing together. Just lips and tongues and passion. Good Lord. He packed so much passion into the kiss, she felt dizzy.
He eased back, their breath still mingling, their damp lips barely apart. “I need you in my bed, sugar twang.”
“We’ll get there, but first things first.” Tanna pushed him and his butt connected with his desk. Watching his face, she hit the hydraulic lever on the chair until she was at the perfect height.
“Woman, you’ve got a gleam in your eye that’s making me nervous.”
She scooted forward, placing her hands on his knees. Then she slid her palms up his thighs. Reaching his pelvis, she scraped her fingernails up the length of his already hard cock. “Is nervous another word for antsy?” She pulled the end of his belt through the belt loop of his jeans.
“I’m antsy if this is goin’ where I think it’s goin’.”
Tanna tugged the belt buckle, revealing the button on his jeans. Keeping her eyes on his, she said, “Ever been sucked off in your office?”
He shook his head.
“Seriously? A hot doctor like you never had a veterinary assistant follow you in here, lock the door and get on her knees?”
“Ah. No.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve strongly discouraged anyone from hanging out in my office.”
“Good.” She bent forward and mouthed his shaft through the denim, blowing hot air into the material and lightly sinking her teeth down.
He hissed.
She looked up at him across the expanse of his chest. “Drop your pants.”
Fletch didn’t scramble to lose his pants. He stood and very methodically eased the zipper down and loosened each side, revealing gray pin-striped boxer briefs.
“Classy.”
“I thought so.” He slid his hands down the flat plane of his abdomen, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and shoving until his jeans caught the tops of his hiking boots.
“How far can you spread your legs? Or are the jeans hobbling you?”
He widened his knees.
“Perfect. I can play with your balls too.”
He muttered, “Christ, you’re killing me,” but he leaned back and braced himself on the desk.
Tanna rolled forward. She nuzzled his sac and licked from root to tip. Then back down. With her fingers circling the base, she pulled his c**k away from his body and swallowed it in one gulp.
He groaned.
She sucked, letting his flavor fill her senses completely before releasing the hard shaft a little at a time. “I love the way you taste.” She tongued the tip of his c**k and reached for his heavy balls. After eliciting such sexy hot sounds from him, she switched the position of her hand and mouth. Sucking his balls into her mouth and rolling the globes over her tongue while her thumb teased the rim of his cockhead.
“Goddamn, that feels good.”
As much as she liked to drag out the torture, loving the power in hearing a man beg, she was too greedy this time. As soon as she released his balls, her lips were sliding down his cock.
Another groan.
Her hands stroked the tops of his thighs as his dick shuttled in and out of her mouth. Tanna wanted to bring him off with only her mouth. No hands jacking him. Just suction, friction and wet heat.
And skill.
His legs began to bounce and she had to dig in her fingernails to stop the motion. “Sorry. It’s just so f**king good.”
She moaned around his shaft and his entire body shuddered from the sensation. She plunged his c**k completely in past her gag reflex and released it just as quickly until the tip quivered on her lips. Tanna got lost in the rhythm, in the taste, in their mutual sounds of pleasure.
“I’m close. Jesus. How can I already be . . . goddamn, that tongue of yours is lethal.”
She shortened the strokes, only taking half his c**k in her mouth and concentrating on sucking the head. Lips, teeth, tongue worked him.