Beauty and the Barracuda (6 page)

She opened her mouth to deny that and he placed a fingertip against it. “I
know
you, Nyssa. Lying to me is like trying to lie to your own reflection—impossible. You think whatever’s happening now doesn’t scare the fuck outta me? Every second of every day this week has been spent wondering where you were, what you were doing, if you were eating breakfast because you enjoy skipping that for reasons I still can’t determine.” Cupping her jaw, he placed his lips to her ear and whispered, “It was spent wondering if you’d been fantasizing about me the way I had been about you; wondering if you were stroking what should so rightfully be
my
pussy with my name on your lips.”

Fu-huck.
If she exhaled any harder, she was going to hyperventilate. Nyssa restlessly moved from one foot to another. Rubbing her thighs together just right might ease the steadily building tension he’d placed there.

“Why’re you moving so much,
cara
?”
he queried.

Nyssa drew in a sharp inhale.

Sansone’s hands roamed to the hem of her skirt, playing around the edges.

“Is there something wrong here?” One finger tapped just the inside of her thigh and she bit down on her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. There was no more logic. No more sense. No more sanity. He’d stripped her bare without ever really touching her, and Nyssa was on the edge of falling head first into the abyss that was Sansone Sultana.

“Is it because you’re wet?”

Oh, God.
She shook her head quickly.

His brows flicked upwards as he gave her a distinctly devilish grin. “I think you’re lying to me.”

“I’m…I’m not.”

He stepped completely back, glanced at the locked door and commanded quietly, “Sit on the desk and pull your skirt up to your hips. I want to see for myself.”

Sweet baby Jesus…

***

“Sunny—”

Was I not clear?” Sansone interrupted. “Do you not understand that you no longer have any control here?” He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his slacks to keep from grabbing hold of her and nodded toward the closed door. “Out there, you reign, but in here, I do. Nod if you understand.”

She looked as though she were about to argue, but whatever she saw in his eyes stopped her words. Nyssa gave a simple nod.

“Good. Now do as I told you.”

Clenching his jaw, he watched her fight the desire to run, to get out of his presence as quickly as possible. Sansone had no idea what had shifted in him between Saturday morning and now but it happened the moment he’d come home from dinner at his parents’ and found his car parked in his driveway with a note on the windshield informing him his keys were back on the hook in his foyer. He’d wanted to find her then and make her explain why she was treating him like a stranger. However, his momentary frustration turned into cold determination as the days went by and she remained hidden away from him like a rabbit in its burrow.

Sansone was completely done with swallowing down the need to have her with him. Too many minutes, hours,
days
had passed where he’d bit the inside of his cheek and watched her amble past him like he was a simple wall fixture. There had been too many times where he stopped his tongue from spilling out everything he’d ever wanted to say to her from the moment her palm slid across his own. Nyssa belonged to him all the way down to her inhales and exhales. She always had and she always would. He needed her to grasp that this wasn’t some simple reckless moment of longing. Just the promise of her smile was the reason he got out of bed in the morning. The twitch of her lips was the reason he found himself completely and totally entranced in the middle of staff meetings.

Nyssa wasn’t aware, but he’d lied earlier when he told her she only reigned outside the four walls of this office, because she had far more control than she knew. What other woman could have him up at four a.m. doing push-ups until he tired himself out just to be able to sleep without thinking of her? What other woman could simply lift a brow and tempt him to drop to his knees and offer her everything he had on a platinum platter? What other woman made his hands shake because he occasionally caught the scent of rosemary and it prompted too many illicit fantasies to name? The answer was simple—there
wasn’t
any other woman as far as Sansone was concerned. There was only Nyssa.

He hadn’t meant for things to go this far, but the moment he saw how her nostrils flared just the tiniest bit when he’d spun around in her chair, whatever preemptive plan he had was swiped clean. All he could see was the fullness of her mouth, then the peak of creamy flesh she’d delivered in burnished orange blouse that complemented her flawless complexion beautifully, and a chocolate-colored bandage pencil skirt that was just long enough to be decent. Legs he consistently imagined locked around his neck appeared endless in the four-inch pumps she strutted in as though they were no more than Keds.

She was utter perfection in the most basic ways, and it took all his focus off of talking rationally and put it on right now, right in this moment where she was catching her bottom lip between her teeth and tapping her fingers against the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide and slightly glazed over with excitement. Her nipples were beaded and pushing against her top, apparent with every deep breath.

“Don’t make me say it again, Nyssa.”

Shivering visibly, she began to slowly pull at the hem, her eyes going from him to the floor.

“Unh-unh. Look at me,” Sansone demanded. “You don’t get to hide from me anymore.”

Her lashes flicked upwards and she refocused her stare on his. He cast a glance to her hands as they steadily moved her skirt, the stretchy material sliding over her velvety thighs, tugging up over the rise of her luscious ass and finally stopping at her hips. She leaned backwards and sat on the desk, her hands fisted in her lap.

“Open your legs,” Sansone growled. His cock was so hard it had its own pulse. The way she smelled, that quiet spark of defiance in her hazel orbs caused him to grit his back teeth. Jesus, she was going to make him lose it. Nyssa’s mouth was like the taste of chocolate—rich, decadent, sinful and completely addictive. He’d only had a nibble and now he wanted the entire piece of candy.

She blinked but didn’t argue, slowly spreading her thighs until he got a good view of pink lace that had a distinct damp spot at the crotch. He was across the room before he could re-think it, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. Nyssa gasped when he tugged her forward.

“How many times?” he rumbled, putting his mouth to her neck. “How many times were you like this for me and I didn’t know?” His nose caught her unique smell and his stomach clenched.

Nyssa whimpered.

“That’s not an answer,
cara
.”
Sansone nipped just beneath her earlobe and felt her tremble, heard her pant. His hands roved the lush flesh before coming to rest just at her bikini line, playing with the fabric that covered her. His thumbs tapped her pelvic bone and her forehead hit his shoulder as he rubbed the space in circular motions. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know…” Her voice was low, the tone telling on her.

“You do.” He pushed, working his hands down to the inner parts of her thighs and stopping just there. Her breath heaved as he placed a thumb to the damp spot just at the folds of her sex and pressed down. “Did your pussy cry for me like this while I was near you?”

She mutely nodded.

Sansone closed his eyes. “And did you relieve yourself when I was gone?”

Another mute nod.

“I want to hear the words, Nyssa. Say,
‘I touched myself because of you, Sansone.’
”

Nyssa dutifully repeated the words and his balls drew up, his cock thumping against the crotch of his trousers. He found her clit and brushed it rhythmically. “Like this?”

“Y-yes…”

“Was this all you did, sweetness? Or was there more?”

“There was…” She stopped, her hips lifting as she kept up with the pace of his digit. “There was more.”

Sansone used his free hand to grip her wrist and pull her hand over to the apex of her thighs. He stopped his ministrations and replaced his digits with hers. “Show me.”

She hesitated.

Hooking his index finger into the crotch, he pulled the lacey confection to the side. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her groan was almost his undoing, and when he watched her hand disappear between her thighs, her manicured fingers rolling across the engorged nubbin of her clit, he nearly shut his eyes to block out the image and keep himself from shooting his load in his boxers.

“Mmm…”

Sansone watched the way she stroked herself, saw how her pulse beat steadily at the base of her throat as she swallowed and gulped in air. Two fingers thrust into her core and he gripped her thighs harder, pushing them even farther apart so he wouldn’t miss a moment of his wet dream come to life.

“Are you about to come, Nyssa?”

She choked out, “Yes” and he commanded, “Stop.”

Panting, she did just that and looked to be on the verge of tears.

“That’s how I feel every time you walk into a room,” he whispered, locking eyes with her. “That suspended sensation of euphoria and pain. Having something right at your fingertips, being on the edge, and yet you’re unable to leap.”

Her chest rose and fell. “I know that feeling, Sunny. I get it when you look at me.”

Sansone fisted her hair and yanked her head back before slanting his mouth over her own. Her lips parted and his tongue delved inside, touching hers. They groaned in unison and he tugged her hair a little harder, separating their lips. He kissed his way from her chin down to her neck as she wrapped her thighs around his waist and locked her ankles at the base of his spine. His teeth nibbled her collarbone and slid to her cleavage as he palmed her breasts through her blouse before snarling, “Pull it down.”

Nyssa’s hands came up and her tits bounced free, pushed up by the support of her bra and blouse, her dark nipples tight and full. He didn’t waste time enveloping one with his mouth, sucking until she arched forward, her hands grabbing hold of his hair as she cried out. Her licked and nipped his way around one areola then the other as she worked on his belt and zipper. Sansone took hold of her hands and let go of her nipple as he stepped back.

“Face down, on the desk,
now
.”

She scrambled to her feet and swiped binders and folders out of her way. Bending over, Nyssa braced her legs apart, giving him an incredible view of her ass the same way she’d unintentionally done Friday night. The knowledge that this time she was doing it on purpose
made Sansone stroke a hand over himself as he pushed his underwear and slacks down until they rested at the tops of his thighs. His cock bounced free and with careful precision he got hold of his wallet, found a condom and sheathed himself before stepping behind Nyssa until the backs of her thighs hit the fronts of his.

He held the base of his dick and once again moved her panties to the side.

“Nyssa?”

“Yes?”

He hesitated. Something told Sansone that if he confessed what was on the tip of his tongue, she’d jackrabbit out of his grasp and be out the door before he could blink so instead he placed the head of his cock at her opening, playing in her wetness. “I’d grab hold of the desk if I were you.” Then he thrust all the way home. She went up on her tiptoes and he used his palms to separate the cheeks of her ass so he could watch himself spear her on every inch of his length. Punching his hips, he listened to her attempt to hold in her moans and slapped one half of her ass. “Don’t. Do. That.”

“There are other people in—”

He slapped the other half and she yelped. “I don’t care if the police are outside this door, do
not
hold back.”