Page 37 of Falling For My Assistant

She clutched his lapels in her hands, kissing him harder as desire fanned the flames higher inside her.

He broke the kiss, pulling back from her for a moment. “Erin, are you sure? I don't want you to regret this in the morning.”

“Yes, Sean,” she whispered, feathering kisses across his face, “Yes.”

A curse ripped from him, and he cupped her face in his hands, his lips crashing onto hers.

Erin grabbed for his bowtie, undoing it and tossing it away from them, and her hands moved to the pearl buttons of his shirt.

The buttons slipped out easily, revealing his solid chest. A dark sprinkling of hair covered his chest, disappearing into the waist of his pants.

He released her to remove his dinner jacket, tossing it onto the counter behind them, while she tugged his button-down out of his pants.

She unbuttoned the last couple buttons, reaching for his cuffs. Unbuttoning them, she helped him remove the shirt, breaking the kiss to look down at him.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” she whispered, tracing his chest with her finger.

A low, harsh laugh came from him. “Thank you, I guess.”

“Since you usually wear undershirts, they cover your chest at the office,” she whispered, teasing his nipples with her fingertips. “So, it’s nice to know it’s as toned and firm as I thought it was.”

She placed her palm on his heart, matching the beating of her own.

Her fingers teased the muscled abdomen, and Sean sucked in a breath, his hands moving to grab her arms.

His hard cock strained against the fabric of his pants, reaching out for her.

Drawing one finger down his impressive bulge, her other hand reached for the button. Once that was undone, she slowly unzipped him, letting his cock free from its constraints.

A groan came from his clenched teeth when she took him in her hand, teasing him through his silk boxers.

The ache between her thighs intensified, and she kissed him, grasping him firmly in hand.

He moved his hands to the back of her dress, and the sound of the zipper filled the space, his fingers on her warm skin sending shivers down her spine.

She released him when he pulled her gown from her shoulders, the fabric catching at her hips.

He bent at the knees, and the dress shushed to the floor as he pulled it from her body.

Erin tamped down the urge to cover herself. His eyes, so full of desire, showed her how beautiful she was to him and how much he wanted her.

That gave her so much confidence, the stretch marks and little bits of loose skin unable to take away from this moment.

Straightening, he kissed her again, his hands grabbing her thighs and lifting her, a small squeal coming from her as she grabbed for his neck.

He carried her to the chaise and placed her on the edge, shoving the stole and his jacket over to the other end of the couch.

Erin watched him kick off his shoes, removing his pants and tossing them to join the shoes.

He leaned over and kissed her, undoing her lacy bra and making it disappear. Pressing her onto her back, he teased kisses across her cheek to her neck, nipping it gently before he traced a path to her breasts.

Her hands speared into his hair when he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, a soft gasp echoing through the living room.

As his mouth devoured her stiff flesh, he teased his fingers down her belly, slipping easily under the soft lace covering her hips.

His name ended on a groan when his fingers parted her pussy lips, her body already hot and wet for him.

“So wet,” he whispered, kissing her again before taking her other nipple deep into his mouth.