Avoiding Mr. Right (18 page)

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and hauled it upward, allowing Tor free rein, and
he gave her the most satisfied smile she’d ever seen on a man, before turning his
attention back to her heat.

With the lightest touch, he brushed his fingers along her sensitive flesh. Shivers
vibrated along her thighs. Again he stroked her, this time a little harder. His finger
brushed her clit, making her jump. His hands caressed the front of her thighs, his
thumbs massaging inward, opening her to his touch. She let her knees widen, giving
him better access. Tension seized her body as she waited for that glorious sensation—the
first swipe of his hot tongue.

He leaned in, burying his face against her…and licked.

“Tor.” His name hissed from her lips. No other words would come.

He turned slightly and slid his shoulder between her legs, lifting her thigh to nestle
more firmly against him. His tongue flicked, and she thought her knees were going
to buckle from the exquisite sensation racing through her. Her hips thrust against
his mouth, and a low moan rumbled from him, the strokes of his tongue increasing in
pressure and speed. His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her close, drinking her in.

Unable to help herself, she twined her fingers through his hair to hold him against
her. Spikes of pleasure spiraled, drawing out the heated ache growing between her
legs. She gyrated against his mouth as his tongue flicked her clit and then drove
deep into her. Tiny whimpers huffed from her with each thrust of her hips. She hovered,
needing the release that held her at the edge of ecstasy.

Two fingers dove inside her as his tongue flicked and dragged, working her until
she thought she’d shatter. She gasped and pressed forward, riding his mouth while
one of his hands held her ass, firmly moving her back and forth along his tongue,
and the other expertly pumping his fingers inside her, drawing out the exquisite torture.

Finally, he offered her release. Focusing on her clit, he licked and sucked until
every nerve in her body quivered and exploded with a shout of ecstasy. The bones in
her legs seemed to melt, making it nearly impossible to stand—or speak. Beads of sweat
slid between her breasts and disappeared into her bra. Heavy pants were all she could
form.

Tor lowered her leg and stood. His gaze never left hers as he reached into the inside
pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small package. He let the coat slide from his
shoulders and tossed it on top of the growing pile of clothes. A tiny ripping noise
drew Nikki’s attention to the package. A condom. She smiled. It seemed they weren’t
finished.

She pushed away from the wall and hooked her finger inside the waistband of his pants.
With a quick flick, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. His mouth opened,
and he sucked in when she inched her hand inside his boxer briefs to stroke him.

“I need you.” From his deep breaths, and the way he pinned her with his dark stare,
it appeared the man was barely maintaining control. “Don’t tease.”

She liked him like this—at her mercy. “I’d never tease you, Tor.”

She shoved his trousers down and glided her hand along the length of his erection,
stopping at the head to give an extra squeeze. He pushed into her fingers, his eyes
glazing. Now in command of the situation, she took the condom from his hand and sheathed
him completely. For added pleasure, she continued her downward movement to cup his
balls, dragging her finger along the tender skin right behind them.

He braced his hands against the wall and closed his eyes. “God, that feels good.”

“What?” She massaged him again. “This.”

He opened his eyes. “Fuck yeah.”

Most of the time she felt invisible around Tor. She was his assistant and nothing
more, but the way he was looking at her now had her thinking that maybe she’d been
wrong all these years. “How do you want me?”

He lifted the wet camisole over her head and tossed it on the growing pile. With a
firm hold, he gripped her hips and spun her to face the back of the elevator, guiding
her hands to rest against the cherrywood panel. “Like this.”

A thrill raced through her when he pulled her hips backward. Every rigid inch of him
pushed against her, and the familiar ache of desire started to build again. One of
his hands cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, while his other hand guided his
cock into her.

She widened her stance. Inch by sensitive inch he filled her until his hips pressed
against her bottom. His other hand rested next to hers on the wall for leverage as
he slowly pulled out. Just as unhurriedly, he reentered her, his breath coming in
pants.

“Yes.” He withdrew and pushed forward. “Oh, that’s nice.” Again and again he retreated
and attacked. “So sweet, so sweet.”

His words poured over her like warm syrup, breaking down each of the moral arguments
she’d ever had for not sleeping with her boss. Every second with Tor was worth whatever
the morning might bring.

His hands left her breast and the wall and gripped her hips. Each thrust became more
urgent. Small, animalistic grunts mingled with his words of encouragement. Nikki looked
up, catching their reflection in the smoky mirrors covering the ceiling. She watched
his hands drift along her back to clutch her shoulders, his hips thrusting. He let
his head fall back and his eyes close, his hips pistoning against her. He was so beautiful.
Not ordinary-man beautiful, but otherworldly. She pushed against him, loving the way
he filled her—the way he clung to her. His skin glistened, taking on a coppery glow.
She wondered if he really was some kind of a god—maybe a sex god.

Why had she never seduced him? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder and ground
against him, unable to get close enough. Intensity mixed with desire; as she read
his face she knew exactly what he felt. Emotion blossomed inside her. She felt drunk,
giddy with the connection happening between them. Why had she waited? Nothing in her
life made sense except being with Tor.

A cry ripped from his throat, and he surged into her one more time as his body shuddered
and he collapsed across her back. He cupped her breasts, but simply held them, unmoving.
The rapid beats of his heart pattered against her back, and his breath huffed beside
her ear. The sheen covering his body pressed against her, melding them together in
a slick suction.

She didn’t move, drinking in the feel of their lovemaking. Totally the best sex of
her entire life and possibly responsible for an inability to form coherent sentences
ever again.

After a minute, Tor pushed to a stand and stepped back. Suddenly unsure how she should
react, she straightened and slid her skirt over her hips before turning. He faced
away from her, and when he turned around his pants were zipped. Nikki bent to retrieve
her bra.

He watched her, saying nothing. She slipped the camisole over her head, but when she
reached for her jacket, he gripped her wrist.

Excitement rushed through her, making her body quiver. She opened her mouth to respond,
but he pulled her to him and kissed her, driving all rational thought from her mind.
He released her, his gaze burning into her.

“No need to get dressed.” He pushed the emergency stop
button and the elevator sprang to life. “We’re far from finished.”