Page 60 of Duty Unbound

“Perfect,” he whispered, cupping me reverently before lowering his head.

The first touch of his mouth on my bare skin tore a gasp from my throat. Heat bloomed everywhere—his lips, his tongue, the rasp of stubble against sensitive flesh. I clutched his shoulders, my head falling back as pleasure spiraled through me.

His hands were everywhere, learning my body with the same meticulous attention he gave everything else. Each caress unraveled me further, building a desperate need I’d never experienced before.

“Ethan,” I breathed, rocking against him. “I want…”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, strained. “Tell me.”

“You,” I answered simply. “All of you.”

He groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “I don’t have protection with me.”

“I—” The realization hit me that I didn’t either. I hadn’t been with anyone in so long, hadn’t expected this to happen tonight.

He lifted his head, his smile wicked despite the frustration in his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”

Before I could process his meaning, he was shifting me, standing with his hands at my waist. “Lock the door.”

I stumbled to the door on unsteady legs, clicking the lock into place. When I turned back, Ethan had cleared one of the monitors aside, creating space on the desk.

“Come here,” he commanded softly.

I crossed to him, my body thrumming with anticipation. He lifted me easily, setting me on the edge of the desk.

“Lean back,” he instructed, his fingers already working at the button of my jeans.

I complied, breath catching as he tugged my jeans down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver—or perhaps it was the way he looked at me, like I was the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.

“These too,” he murmured, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “Lift up.”

I raised my hips, allowing him to slide the last barrier down my legs. Naked from the waist down, sitting on a desk in what was essentially a security office, I should have felt vulnerable, exposed.

Instead, I felt powerful. Wanted. Seen.

Ethan dropped to his knees before me, his hands sliding up my thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about tasting you since that kiss,” he confessed, his breath warm against my inner thigh. “Dreaming about it.”

My heart thundered in my chest. “Ethan?—”

His mouth found me, and words dissolved into a gasp of pleasure. The first delicate sweep of his tongue nearly undid me. I clutched the edge of the desk with my fingers, white-knuckled as he explored with devastating precision.

He knew exactly what he was doing—alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure, his hands holding my thighs apart as I trembled. Each stroke of his tongue built the tension coiling inside me, higher and tighter.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending new sparks of pleasure up my spine.

I couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe. My world had narrowed to the hot, wet slide of his mouth, the pressure of his fingers digging into my thighs, the exquisite tension building within me.

He slid one hand higher, fingers teasing at my entrance before slowly pressing inside. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers working in tandem shattered what little control I had left.

“Ethan,” I gasped, one hand leaving the desk to tangle in his hair. “I— I—” I couldn’t get the words out.

He hummed his approval, doubling his efforts. The vibration sent me hurtling over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in waves. I bit my lip to stifle my cry, my body arching as the orgasm rippled through me.

He stayed with me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks subsided, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs as I caught my breath.

When I could focus again, I found him watching me with unmistakable heat and tenderness. He stood, helping me sit up, his hands steady at my waist.