support. âHey, thought youâd sent me out for a joke.â
She swayed into his arms. âI donât joke about some things.â
He seemed to tower over her, even more so as he lunged towards her and kissed her passionately, full on the lips, his hands moving up to touch her hair, which she had pinned up. A few deft moves and it tumbled free, his fingers through it. He pulled back to whisper, âIt looks much better down.â
â Si. â Then she ripped off his crown, tossed it aside. âAnd thatlooks much better off.â Then, with a rush that ran through her like a wave, making her head spin, she was kissing him back as hard as he was kissing her, tongues caressing each other. The sensations shot down to her sex; this was spontaneous, rude, forbidden â and quintessentially delicious.
But they were still too close to the main party, and she drew back, âLetâs . . . letâs find a quieter place, bruto .â
They staggered into the darkness, found and entered one office but left the lights off. Cat kicked a waste bin as she ventured further inside, then yelped as Nathan slapped her on the ass, the sound sweet and deep in the room.
She spun around in mock indignation. âAgent Ames, youâre no gentleman.â
âIâm so sorry,â he slurred, moving closer, âIâve wanted to find out if your ass felt as slappable as we thought.â
Cat stepped back until she pressed against the desk. ââWeâ?â
âDid I say âweâ? Oops, my bad. Adcock and I had been talking about it.â Now he seemed to focus on her again. âForget what the guys say about you.â
She smiled, relishing the notion of his lack of inhibition almost as much as the thought of getting him alone. âOh? And what have they been saying about me?â
He chuckled. âOh, Iâm batting a thousand here. Cat, I . . . I couldnât possibly say.â
âYes, you can.â She smiled at him, her hands dancing lightly, casually, up along her front, over her breasts, lingering along her bare skin deep in her cleavage. âAnyone say anything about my breasts?â
Nathanâs breath was husky as he replied, as if mesmerised. âYeah. Chaney thinks theyâre your best feature. But Leewood loves your lips. Canât stop talking about them.â
âOh.â Outwardly she maintained an insouciance, but inwardlyshe thrilled to learn things that none of them would dare raise openly. âBut . . . But no oneâs ever even approached me.â
He chuckled. âThey wouldnât dare. They all think youâre way out of their league.â
She parted her legs, slightly, letting the hem of her dress rise just above her knees. âAnd what about you, Hound? Am I way out of your league, too? Maybe you shouldnât even bother trying.â
Now he stepped forwards, placed his hands on her hips. âHoney, the one thing you can know about me is that if I go to hell, it wonât be for not trying.â And they were kissing again, this time with his hand sliding up between them, gently but insistently cupping one of her breasts through the material of her dress, his moans into her mouth confirming his delight.
He helped set her ass on the edge of the desk, her head dipping back as she stared upwards. His lips moved down along her smooth olive skin, as he reached up and skilfully slipped one shoulder strap down. His mouth worked on the soft flesh above her lacy bra, then licked and sucking on it, biting it so softly and growling. Catâs body shook as he slipped her breast from her bra, then licked around the sensitive nipple, and she rode the sheer sensation of pleasure she was feeling through her body. Still kissing her, Nathan moved his hands to her hips and slid them down along the soft fabric of her dress, then dipped them beneath the hem to touch her stockinged thighs.
Cat moaned aloud, gasping, but