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I laugh at his anguished admission and step back, taking the cake from his hand and holding it to his mouth. “Have a bite,” I insist.
His gray gaze sears through me, making my nipples bead painfully behind the lacy black bra I put on today, thinking about Tank.
“Sophie.”
“No?” I ask teasingly as I repeat his move, slicking the frosting against his bottom lip with my finger.
My belly does a backflip and then a twisty flip when his tongue curls out and rolls over the frosting. He smiles as if he knows I’m thinking of his tongue doing that to me.
“Fuckin’ delicious. More,” he demands, and my body responds.
I hold the cake up for him to take a bite. “Aha! I know what you mean about wanting to be sugar and butter,” I tell him as he sinks his teeth into the cake.
I’m ready to pull back, but Tank grabs my wrist, swiping his tongue along the tips of my fingers. The totally erotic move draws a shaky gasp from me.
I freeze and stare at Tank, unable to think because lust clogs my brain and throat.
Tank looks just as shocked and turned on, his tongue still hovering above my finger.
I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, our bodies smash together, our mouths and tongues dance, and our lips wrestle in a fiery kiss.
My heart pounds hard and loud against his chest, and my hands slide down his wide back, down to his firm ass. It really is a thing of beauty, but the way this man devours my mouth? It’s the stuff of my dirtiest fantasies, the ones he’s been starring in for weeks now.
Tank’s big body presses against mine, squishing me between him and the wall, and there’s no place else I want to be right now. When he pulls back, I let out a whimper that makes him smile.
“Is there a door in this fucking room?”
I look around the break room as if I just remembered where we were, and my eyes swing back to him. “No lock,” I answer in a breathless voice.
“Fuck,” he growls and leans in, kissing and licking a trail of heat from my collarbone to my earlobe. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, babe.”
My body pulses with desire, and normally, I wouldn’t consider getting inappropriate at the office, but with Tank so close, my mind is buzzing wildly, my vision is a little blurry at the edges, and my body coils so tight with need that I can’t think straight.
“Follow me.” I step out of the breakroom and into the hall, looking to the right toward Banger’s room and then to the left, where Olly and Stone had been talking.
Empty.
I go left and slip inside the second door on the right, Tank hot on my heels. “A supply closet?” His voice is low and thick with want.
“One of the few places with a lock on the door,” I say as I reach past him and flick the lock. “Now what?”
“This,” he growls and grabs my face with one hand, the other yanking the elastic band to free my ponytail before he sifts his fingers through my thick hair. His mouth is on mine instantly, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I open up for him. Another growl escapes, and then a moan as he tilts my head back and kisses me like he’s starving, and only I can satisfy his hunger. “Ah, fuck,” he groans when he pulls back.
I lean forward and nip his bottom lip because I can’t get enough of him. “Tank,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you too.”
Those words break the dam, and he pushes me back against one of the shelves, neither of us giving a damn as boxes of gauze fall all around us. His mouth takes control in rough nips at my lips, deep plunging thrusts of his tongue as his hands roam my body, pulling my pants down to my ankles, and I step out of them.
“Sophie,” he moans. “So fucking soft.” One hand palms the outside of my thigh and lifts it over his hip, bringing my panty-covered pussy right up against the rough denim covering the thick erection he’s not trying to hide.
His knuckles brush against my panties, and my head falls back, a moan escaping and echoing in the small room.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he growls in my ear, slipping one hand into my panties and running two thick fingers along my swollen lips. “So fucking wet. Is that all for me?”
I nod, gripping his broad shoulders as he fucks me with those two thick fingers. “Has been for weeks now. Oh!” His fingers sink so deep his knuckles hit my clit, and my hips buck forward. “Tank...”
Tank pulls back, his eyes full of heat as he licks my juices from his fingers. “Panties off.”
The feminist in me wants to say no. The sassy bitch in me wants to make him take them off me. But the horny slut whose pussy is dripping just shoves down the panties and steps out of them. Feeling bold, I shove them into the pocket of his jeans. “Panties off. Happy?”
