But she didn’t care.

Excitement and desire were coursing through her body, and she was already so wet she wanted to rub her thighs together. Instead, she took a step forward. Rubbed her body against Caleb’s fully clothed form—loving how hard and hot he felt.

She took his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged it gently. Then ran a hand down his shirt until she reached the bulge in his pants.

“I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“You’d better be good.” With a low sound in his throat, he grabbed her by the hips and hauled her up so that she was propped on the edge of the desk.

She squeezed him between her thighs and tried to grind her arousal against his, but she wasn’t in quite the right position and ended up whimpering in frustration as she didn’t get the friction she needed.

Caleb gave her a feral smile and lowered his mouth to her throat. He nipped at her pulse a few times, until her mouth fell open and her head tilted back. Then his mouth lowered to her collarbone. Then lower, to the edge of her bra. He eased her back as he mouthed and nibbled down her chest, until she was lying on the surface of the desk.

Her hips were squirming, she was so aroused. She couldn’t believe she was so into this, since it was mostly a ploy to get into his office building. She was used to Caleb turning her on, but she’d hardly had any foreplay at the moment. Yet she still wanted him so much she could barely hold still.

He reached behind her to unhook her bra, and then he tossed the bra onto the floor and flicked his tongue against her tight nipple. She felt naughty and debauched, sprawled almost naked on his desk while he still had his shirt and trousers on. And she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth.

“Just tell me what you want me to do, sir,” she gasped, trying to wrap her legs around his hips. “I’ll be good.”

He nipped her nipple, causing her to cry out harshly and arch up off the desk. “You’ll be patient for now. I’ll tell you when it’s time.” He smiled against her flushed skin.

One of his hands flattened on her belly, and then started moving lower.

Kelly held her breath, her arousal throbbing as his hand grew closer and closer to where she wanted it. When his fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties, she whimpered a little.

“I told you to be patient. You’re not going to be bad again, are you?” Caleb demanded, his ravenous gaze following his hand.

“No, sir.” She wanted it so much her hands were trembling and her breath was coming out in eager pants, but she made herself stay perfectly still and wait.

When his fingers reached the hot, wet flesh between her thighs, Kelly arched up again and gasped.

He slid one finger against her, caressing past her clit and then sinking deep inside her.

“God, you’re wet.” The possessive expression on his face was almost primitive. “That’s a very good girl. Now lie still and let me show you how good your body can feel when you’re patient.”

Kelly’s hands were fumbling on the surface of the desk, searching for something to hold on to. But she managed to say, “Yes.”

He joined the first finger with another. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pumped them a few times, spreading the pooled moisture and stroking her inner walls with skillful assurance.

She wasn’t far from coming already, and his touch provided delicious stimulation. She fought to keep her hips still, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Caleb straightened up and adjusted his arm, and Kelly was suddenly afraid he was about to stop his ministrations. She gave a little whimper.

He grew still. “I told you to be patient.”

“I am. I am. I’m sorry, sir.” She clung to the edge of the desk with one hand, spread-eagled on the desk, waiting desperately for his touch.

He stared down at her for a minute, so long she had to fight against a groan. Then he finally started to move his fingers again and then lowered his mouth to her breast, the dual stimulation causing her to claw at the desk with her free hand and cry out, “Oh, God, oh, God!”

“You’re close,” Caleb murmured, the vibration of his voice against her breast intensifying her sensations. “Aren’t you? I can feel how close you are. But you’re going to be good and wait until I tell you to come.”

She was fighting the instinct to pump her hips as her orgasm built. “Yes. Oh, God, Caleb, make me come.”

Caleb pulled his head up so he could watch her, his eyes devouring her body and twisted face. “Yeah, baby, you’re going to come really hard, and I’m going to watch you. Just wait until I say so.”

She was practically sobbing now with the rising pleasure and her effort to not grind herself against Caleb’s hand. Her head tossing back and forth against the hard wood, she gasped out, “Please, now. Oh, God, please now.”

“Wait for it.”

She bit her lip so hard her vision blurred.

Then she heard him say, “Come now.”

She came on the words, her channel clamping down around Caleb’s fingers and spasms of pleasure making her body shake uncontrollably.

She was almost wheezing when she finally came down.

She smiled up at him, sated and breathless and feeling more decadent than ever as she realized how wet she’d made Caleb’s hand. She’d almost forgotten what she’d come to the office for in the first place. “How was my behavior, sir?”

After a flicker of amusement that he quickly suppressed, Caleb said, “Very good. You were very good.”

“What else do you want me to do to make up for my badness earlier?”

He hesitated, obviously trying to think of a good next step in their game. But then something changed in his expression. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he muttered and hauled her into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry and passionate—rather clumsy in its eagerness—and Kelly recognized that he’d broken out of the game.

He wanted her that much. For real. So much that he hadn’t even been able to continue. Her heart overflowed with feeling as she returned the kiss with just as much ardor.

Then she started fumbling with his belt and zipper, trying to reach his cock, which was so hard now it was tight in the confines of his pants. When she’d unfastened his trousers, she reached into them, past his underwear, and took his erection in one hand.

Caleb grunted against her mouth, and his pelvis made an involuntary thrust into her hand.

She squeezed the hard length of him, making him grunt and thrust again. She loved it. Thrilled at it. Felt a new arousal pulsing between her thighs already, despite the orgasm she’d already had.

But Caleb reached down and removed her hand. Rasped against her ear, “I think you’re being bad again.”

“Oh yeah?” A clichéd taunt, but she was too far gone to be original.

Caleb pulled back just slightly and met her eyes—something primal and powerful smoldering in his gaze. “Lay back down,” he demanded.

She tried to look chastened as she leaned back onto the desk, but she was thrilling with both arousal and emotion.

Caleb ran his hands along her bare thighs, squeezing the flesh on her hips. “Spread your legs.” His voice was soft now, and insistent.

She spread her thighs, allowing him to position himself between them. She was really turned on, but something sparked inside her that she couldn’t resist. “Yes, sir. What else do you want me to do? Shall I get down and lick the floor at your feet?”

Caleb’s hot lust broke into a huff of amusement. “Are you being sassy?” he asked, obviously trying to get back into the game she’d provoked.

Kelly was having trouble not smiling herself. “No, sir.”

“Good. Then take off your underwear.”

She did as he said, feeling more debauched than ever, now completely naked on his desk.

Then Caleb grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, causing Kelly to bend her legs at the knees to stabilize herself.