Page 7 of Personal Research

But when he grated in her ear, “Take off your pants and underwear and get on your hands and knees on the desk,” she realized she didn’t know a damnthingabout this man.

An excitement she’d never known coiled low in her belly, wetting her even more as she did what he'd asked. She'd dreamed of something just this spectacularly impossible happening in her most private moments, and now her dreams had become reality.

With every shimmy of the pants down her hips, the heat in her mystery man’s night-dark eyes rose, emboldening her. She didn’t hate her body. Actually, she secretly thought it was pretty decent. She did her time at the gym and mostly watched what she ate. She’d been blessed with a fast metabolism and?—

“Look at me.”

She blinked. “I am.”

“You are, but you’re not thinking of me.”

She hated that he was right. She was thinking of everything but him, trying to stay separate, to keep part of her safe and protected while this craziness took over her body.

Impossible.If she was doing this, she had to commit fully, mind, body and soul.

Elena sucked in a breath and kicked out of her shoes, then out of her pants. Wrinkles and dust were the least of her concerns at the moment. Pulling off the lamest seductress act ever took precedence over everything.

She hooked her thumbs in her bikini panties and tugged them down quick, like a band-aid off a wound. After they ended up in the same pile, she glanced at her organized desk. What about her files? Maybe she could settle herself gingerly on top of the blotter.

Then she remembered his admonition to think of him, and she pushed herself forward. It was almost as if she was outside of her body, watching herself as she shoved everything off the desk.

Well, except the computer. She'd worry about the mess later.

Right now, she was a wanton woman like those she wrote about, one who grasped her pleasure in both hands and rode it all the way to a fantastic orgasm.

And very possibly, the unemployment line.

“Very good. Just the way I wanted you.”

She shivered as his hot breath caressed her ass. She had a pretty good suspicion he was checking her out from all angles. Would he go down on her? She almost asked him to skip that part of the sexual triathlon, just in case—she was already nervous enough, she didn’t need to worry what he thought of herdown there—but before she could, he grasped her hips. He spread her wide, upsetting her balance until she gripped the sides of the desk as if it were a rocking ship. By then she needed something to hold onto anyway, because he’d slipped a finger into her quivering pussy, drilling it inside her with shameless efficiency.

What about foreplay? She needed more than a finger in her cunt and another gentler one probing the cleft between her ass cheeks. She’d always enjoyed anal play, what little she’d experienced. But still.

Maybe she wrote about coming from such illicit penetration, but she’d have to be wetter, she couldn’t?—

“Shit,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid her reflection in the glass three-quarter walls that surrounded her office. She looked so naughty up on her desk, riding his hand while her own disappeared into the top of her cami to caress the distended pink nipple jutting against her bra. This couldn’t be her. Even as her inner muscles clenched, she still couldn’t believe it. The sounds her body made as he worked his fingers in and out of her didn’t convince her, either.

Good daughters of college professors didn’t screw strangers. She’d never had a one-night-stand before.

Or worse, a one-hour-stand.

“Do you like this?” he murmured, his finger teasing her between her ass cheeks.

“Yes.” Words failed her. “Oh, yes.”

The sudden pressure in her ass as he delved deeper made her wiggle back against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers curved, moving sensuously against sensitive flesh that burned with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Suddenly, her core clenched, and her nails scraped the cool wood of her desk. Maybe she moaned. Maybe she screamed. Her only focus was the frisson of heat sizzling inside her, spreading to her limbs, firing behind her eyes.

“That's it, sweetheart. Perfect.” His praise heralded the dam breaking inside her and she let herself be swept away by her hard, rippling orgasm.

Before she'd even had a chance to drift back down, she heard clothes rustling, and the sound of a packet tearing. He pulled her back toward him, moving her as if she were no more than a marionette.

When she stood with one foot on the floor and her other knee on the desk, his cock nudged the slick entrance of her pussy, just enough to trigger a new round of spasms.

How could she have gone without this for so long? Nothing compared to the heat ruling her body, to the knowledge someone else was right there experiencing the same mindless urgency.

She arched her back, goading him to slide all the way in. He panted in her ear and each time he moved against her, his sweat-slickened skin rubbed hers. ”God, Bella.” He pushed himself deeper and grunted his approval as she rolled her hips and met his thrusts. “Yes, take me.” He muttered a stream of something in Italian she barely heard above the sounds of his pelvis slapping against her ass.