Clutching his shoulders, Allie felt like every nerve in her body was on fire. Her pussy ached, her breasts tingled, her pulse raced. She twisted her head to the side, breaking the kiss. She let go of his shoulders to rip a packaged condom off the strip. “Why are you still wearing pants?” she asked.

“That’s a good question,” he said, his lips moving against the side of her neck. “God, you smell good enough to eat.” He unfastened his belt and Allie heard the metallic slide of his zipper.

“Absolutely,” she said. “But second round, all right?” She reached into his trousers and grabbed hold of his shaft. It was as long and thick as she remembered. Using her thumb and middle finger, she stroked his cock, felt it twitch against her hand.

Trevor grabbed her wrist, and then without warning, he plucked her from the desktop and, spinning, dropped her into the chair.

Shocked, she gazed up at him with wide eyes. “What?”

He stroked himself. “Suck.”

Allie stared at the engorged head, just inches from her mouth. This was like her first night here, when he’d demanded she suck his finger. She’d felt embarrassed and resented it. But now, staring up into Trevor’s face, his pleading eyes, she knew she was in control here.

She ran one finger along the length of him. His dick jerked upward in response. “All right, but on one condition.”

“What’s that?” His voice had never sounded so gruff.

“You can’t come.”

He titled his head back, his breath merely shallow gasps. “Fine,” he gritted out.

Allie grabbed the base between her finger and thumb, then darted her tongue across the tip.

Trevor threaded his fingers through her hair. “More.”

Taking her time, Allie licked the entire length of him. “Do you like that, Trevor?” When he didn’t answer immediately, she said, “I can’t hear you, love.”

Using her hair as leverage, he tugged her head backward and stared down. “Careful. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself, darling. And since you asked, I do like it. In fact, I’d like to fuck your mouth. I’d like to shoot streams of come down that lovely throat of yours. But I won’t. This time.”

So maybe she wasn’t as in control of the situation as she thought. Trevor was completely unpredictable. That excited her too.

He relaxed his hold on her hair, and she leaned her head toward him once more. With long, slow strokes, she licked his shaft, tracing the tip of her tongue over his glans. She lowered her mouth over his head, sucked gently.

“Allison.” He groaned her name.

Encouraged, Allie took more of him in her mouth. She found she liked the taste of him. Grasping the base, she worked her fingers in tandem with her mouth. Glancing up, she watched Trevor. He’d closed his eyes, clenched his jaw.

Allie bobbed her head up and down, increasing the speed, before easing off. Then she started the whole process over, licking the length of him, teasing him. As she took more of him in her mouth, her own pussy ached. She wanted to take him to the brink and pull back. Make him suffer just a little bit, the way she was suffering.

Trevor’s hands tightened on her scalp. “That’s enough. Stop, Allison.”

She lifted her head but kept her fingers wrapped around him. “Stop? And here I thought you had some self-control, English.”

He grasped her chin, brushing his thumb across her lips. “Don’t push me.”

She was tempted to do just that. But she was too needy, her body ached for him.

Without turning away, he fumbled on the desk for the condom, removed it from the wrapper, and had it rolled on in seconds. Then, grabbing her waist, he lifted her from the chair. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did, locking her feet behind his back. He settled on the edge of his desk while she clung to his shoulders.

Allie closed her eyes as Trevor reached down between them. He guided himself inside her—just the tip at first, and it wasn’t nearly enough. She craved all of him. Then, sinking his fingers into her hips, he thrust upward and pulled her further onto him at the same time.

The width of him stretched her. She’d wanted this, wanted to feel him inside her, filling her. It was incredible.

Sliding her up and down his cock, Trevor simultaneously moved his hips and found a pace. Allie just hung on and enjoyed the ride, although the sensations were almost too much. After a four-year sexual hiatus, his large cock stung, but it felt so damn good at the same time. Pleasure and a little pain.

Opening her eyes, she found him staring at her, closely watching every expression on her face. God, he was gorgeous. Those cheekbones, those firm lips. She rubbed her own across the edge of his whiskered jaw. “Trevor.” She dug her fingers into his back. She was close. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

“Say please, darling.” He still had the haughty attitude, but the words were stilted as he tried to catch his breath.

“Don’t fucking stop, English.” Tilting her head up, she bit his chin.

With a groan, Trevor increased the tempo, raising her hips and then slamming her onto his shaft over and over.

When she came, every muscle in Allie’s body tightened. She scraped her short nails across his back. “Trevor.”

When she said his name, he came too, his hands tensing on her hips as he shuddered. Breathing hard, she continued to cling to his shoulders as he clutched her ass. His chest was slick as it rose and fell heavily against hers.

Allie pressed her cheek to his shoulder and closed her eyes. She’d never experienced anything like that. Would it always be this intense? If so, she could become addicted to him.

After a few minutes, Trevor moved off the desk. Allie lowered her legs, and falling onto the chair behind her, she continued to pant while her heart slowed to its normal rhythm.

“You may toy with me anytime, darling.” Pushing her hair from her forehead, Trevor bent down and gave her a scorching kiss. Just then, her stomach growled. He smiled against her lips. “How can you be hungry? You ate less than an hour ago.” He straightened and redressed himself.

“I was too busy to eat. Between fending off a very inappropriate interrogation from your mother about our sexual habits and questioning her about you, I barely ate a bite.” She stood and shoved her arms back into her dress. Turning around she presented her back to Trevor.

He zipped her up, giving her ass a little swat when he was through. “My parents know nothing about me. I’m surprised they remember my middle name.”

“Oh my God, you sound like Monica. ‘Nobody understands me,’” she mocked in a British accent. “Listen, there’s a diner off the Strip that sells amazing hamburgers.” She spun around to face him.

He’d tucked his shirt into his pants. “I’ll text Simmons for the limo. He can take you.” He reached around her to pick up his BlackBerry from the desk.

She snatched it out of his hand and set it down. “There’s absolutely no reason to drive to a diner in a limo unless you’re sixteen and on your way home from the prom.” She found her shoes next to his chair and slipped into them. “By the way, why did you tell your parents I’m your mistress? That was an asshole move.”

“My father likes to shag any female with a pulse. I did you a favor.”

“And yet…it felt like an insult. Besides, he’s marrying your mother for heaven’s sake.”

“That wouldn’t stop my father, you know. I meant what I said. The man can’t keep his John Thomas in his trousers.” He moved around her to plop down in his chair.

“John Thomas?”

“Yes,” he said. Reaching for her, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. “John Thomas, cock, prick, willy. His penis.”

She rolled her eyes. “Got it. So why did you let me think your parents were dead?”

His fingers squeezed her leg, putting just enough pressure on her thigh that she almost shivered. “Are you ready for round two?”