Page 33 of Dandelion Sighs

Sheridan’s fingers raked over my scalp, and one leg was hitched around my waist. I had her backed up against her desk. The door was shut. I had walked into the office to apologize, saw her bent over her desk like she had been about to walk out and had forgotten to grab something, and my primal brain took over. The same one that had put my mouth on her yesterday was in charge again.

I delved into her mouth, tasting the mint of her toothpaste and the sweet flavor that was uniquely her and slid my hands down her back. The corner of the desk pressed into her butt, limiting my access, so I lifted her. She wrapped both her legs around me.

I needed more. Somewhere deep in my brain, an alarm bell rang. This was more than a kiss. We were making out—in her office.

I tried to end the kiss, but I dragged my mouth along her jaw, tilting her head back, opening her up in some way to me if we had to be fully clothed. “We should stop.”

“Yeah, we should,” she answered in a breathy voice, one thick with desire.

We were on the same page then. I gripped the bottom of her shirt and tugged it out of the waistband of her jean shorts. She arched, giving me more access.

“Jasper,” she whispered. The yearning only encouraged me.

“Just a taste, boss. That’s all I need. Then we’re done.” I licked and nibbled her earlobe. Did I use her nickname on purpose? Maybe. A little warning that we’d each acknowledge. And ignore.

“Yes. Done.”

Another thing we agreed on. I rolled her shirt up to expose her simple white bra. It could’ve been the most expensive lace, but I wouldn’t care. It was what it held that enraptured me. Behind the material, her nipples were peaked enough to drive me wild.

My blood pressure increased. The hammering behind my zipper grew urgent, as if it hadn’t pestered me all day yesterday. I had taken a shower as soon as she’d left. Then cleaned the house while half hard. Another shower, and I’d finally jacked off before bed just so I could get some sleep. From the way she responded to me, she’d been in the same situation.

I kissed my way down her neck, and she leaned back, her chest lifted just for me.

I cupped both creamy tits, wrapped my fingers over the cups, and dragged the material down until her breasts popped out. My goddamn mouth watered.

“Oh, baby. You need my mouth right here, don’t you?”

She stuffed her fingers back into my hair. “Yes.”

I licked across one tight pebble before drawing it into my mouth. Her salty sweetness was on my tongue. I groaned, leaning her farther back.

She rocked against me. Fire laced through my blood. My erection throbbed, banging to get free and be closer to her, but I couldn’t. I might have left a lot of common sense at the door, but not all of it.

I switched breasts. She rewarded me with a low moan. I could’ve smiled, but my tongue was busy, swirling around her tight bud. A shiver ran through her body. I clocked it all. She was responsive. So damn needy. For me.

Voices sounded outside the door. We both froze.

I lifted my head, more irritated than panicked that we got interrupted. Her tight nipples poked into the air, her chest rising and falling with her pants, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. Her gaze darted to the door, and I looked over my shoulder.

I had locked the damn thing, but it was like we each had to double-check.

Because we couldn’t get caught. Shit.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I said gruffly and tugged her bra into place. Then I rolled her shirt down. My own breaths came out ragged. Her legs were still anchored around me, and it was all I could do to keep my pelvis from rolling into hers, from seeking more and more pleasure.

I had a damn job to do, and having a hard-on wasn’t going to help.

Her fraught but lust-hazed gaze lifted over my shoulder for a moment. “Do you think they know what we’re doing?”

I planted a hand on either side of her, wanting more but needing to calm her. “You were quiet.”

She nodded once. “So were you.”

I was making a little noise. It was hard not to with the demands banging around in my head. Kiss her, hold her, fuck her. “I want to keep kissing you.” I feathered the back of my knuckles down her cheek. “I want to do so much more than that.”

Her white teeth sunk into her lower lip. “I want that too.”

“We’ve established that we shouldn’t.”