Page 8 of Erotic Temptations 1

Not a chance in hell. Hopefully I was in the closet with him. Wait…

I raised my glass in salute. “Will do, Marnie.”

She grinned, pleased, and wandered off in search of more drama.

The holiday playlist changed songs. “Santa Baby.” Party games started at the next table. Carla was trying to start the White Elephant exchange, shouting rules like a referee for the mildly inebriated.

The party rolled on. Janet toasted the entire office with a speech that included three unintentional innuendos, and an actual contest for the ugliest sweater. I made the finals, but lost to a manager whose sweater had a battery-powered fire hazard attached.

I didn’t care. I’d seen Aaron’s face light up when he saw me in the bells. That was win enough.

Near the end of the evening, Aaron found me beside the dessert table, eyeing a tray of cookies shaped like snowmen, their faces vaguely haunted.

“You want to get out of here for a minute?” He smiled. “My office is less festive. But quieter.”

Every fantasy I’d had in the last week replayed at once. I followed him through the party crowd and down the hall.

His office was glass-walled, overlooking the city lights. Winter pressed against the windows, but inside it was just us.

He shut the door. The instantclicksent a jolt through me.

There was a pause. Not awkward. Just full.

Aaron crossed the space and braced his hand on the desk behind me. His body was right up against mine, no hesitating, just confident and close. I could taste the mint on his breath. Could see, up close, the little scar on his cheek.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he said.

My brain, that treacherous bastard, decided now was a great time to flash through every possible dumb thing I could say. I went with honesty, which only required one word. “Same.”

The sweater didn’t stand a chance. He wrenched it up, and the bells gave one last jangle before getting muffled. My shirt went next and then his tie. He dropped it on the floor, eyes never leaving mine.

He smiled. “You were the best thing there.” He slipped a hand along my neck.

I let him pull me close. Our mouths met, soft at first, like he was trying to learn me by taste. He was mint and a little like whiskey, and I wanted more. The drag of his hands up my sides were hungry. His tongue pressed deep, making my knees weak.

The kiss turned wild, seeking, demanding. I grabbed his hips and yanked him closer.

He trailed his mouth down my neck, biting and licking, not at all gentle. Every touch had purpose. He unbuttoned my jeansand pushed them down, leaving me exposed and throbbing in anticipation. His hand wrapped around my erection, stroking with just the right grip, thumb gliding over the head.

I groaned, already so turned on it hurt.

Aaron was hard, cock pressed up against my thigh as he ground on me, wanting more friction. He leaned in and bit my neck, not enough to mark, but enough to get my attention.

We found the edge of his desk. He pushed my pants down further, then lowered to his knees, mouth opening around my cock, lips hot and wet and way more skilled than any CEO had a right to be. He took his time, swallowing me deeper, then pulling back so he could lick and suck, teasing just enough to make me shake.

I leaned back, bracing myself, hips jerking forward every time he swallowed me. Just when I felt my balls draw tight to my body, he pulled off my cock.

“Turn around,” he grunted.

Gladly. I braced against the desk once more. His tongue worked wet circles around my hole, teasing me until I was shaking. Then he was gone, rounding his desk. He slicked himself with lube from his drawer. Man came prepared.

Before I knew it, I was perched on top of his desk, his hand sliding up my thigh. When he squeezed, I let out a sound I’d be embarrassed to repeat in mixed company.

Slowly, he pressed his cock inside my ass. Felt good. Full, but not overwhelming, making my eyes roll back. My ass clenched around him, and Aaron swore under his breath.

I moaned, my stomach biting into the edge of his desk, not caring who heard my sex sounds. Aaron’s hands held my hips, fingers digging tight, pulling me back onto him.

He drove into me, relentless and rough and exactly what I wanted. I pressed my forehead to the glossy desktop, letting him control the rhythm. I wanted him harder, deeper, faster. Hefucked like a man who’d been wound tight for days and finally got what he wanted.