Page 294 of Sexting His Assistant

“Then don’t.”

I kiss her again, one hand sliding up her thigh, the other closing around the back of her neck. She moans when my fingers reach the damp heat between her legs.

“You came here planning this,” I say.

“Yes.”

“With my mother’s help.”

“She likes me.”

“She gave my staff the day off so you could seduce me in my own study.”

Nina smiles, her cheeks flushed. “Technically, I’m not seducing you. You’re already hard.”

I look down between us.

She’s right. .

My cock is straining against my trousers, and she notices with open satisfaction before she reaches down and rubs me through the fabric.

I catch her wrist. “Careful.”

“No.”

I stare at her.

She stares back.

There’s the woman I fell in love with. Nina, stubborn and alive and wanting me without apology.

I let go of her wrist.

She opens my belt with shaking fingers, then the button, then the zipper. When she pulls my cock free, her eyes darken.

My jaw tightens.

She strokes me once, slow and firm, and I have to put one hand flat on the desk beside her to keep from taking too much too fast.

“Fuck,” I say.

“I know,” she says, smug and breathless.

I push her underwear aside and slide two fingers into her. Her hand freezes around my cock.

Her mouth falls open.

“There,” I say.

She nods quickly, no clever answer now, her hips lifting into my hand as I finger her hard and deep on the edge of my desk. I watch her face while I do it. I watch every bit of control leave her, every stubborn thought replaced by the need to take more. Her tits rise and fall under the soft dress, and I pull the front down because I want to see her properly.

Her breasts spill into my hands.

I lower my mouth to one nipple and suck it hard.

Nina cries out and grips my shoulder. I keep my fingers inside her and my mouth on her breast until she is shaking on the desk, wet around my hand, her legs tight around me.

“Luka,” she says.