Page 49 of Vex

He grinned and swaggered forward, and for a second, he was the Lord Vex from Aetis all over again. But Luisa saw through it. It wasn't the act.

No, this was her Vex.

He was just allowing himself to have fun.

"On the desk," he commanded.

Luisa perched on the edge of the polished wood surface, hands folded primly in her lap and knees pressed together with an innocence that was completely at odds with her scandalous outfit.

Vex stalked closer until he stood directly in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin but not quite touching. His scent surrounded her—smoke and cedar that made her mouth water with want.

"Let's see what you've taken from me." He traced a hand down the sheer fabric of her arm. Then his fingers curled into the sleeve, and he tugged.

It tore away like tissue.

The delicate material parted with barely any resistance, leaving her right shoulder and arm completely bare. Vex's eyes followed the path of exposed skin with ravenous attention. He reached for the other sleeve, this time gripping it with both hands and pulling until the entire top came away in tatters, leaving her naked from the waist up.

"Looking for contraband," he murmured, his voice rough with barely contained desire as his hands came up to cup her breasts. His palms were furnace-hot against her sensitive skin, and she couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips as his thumbs brushed over her already-tight nipples.

His mouth followed the path his hands had taken, lips and tongue lavishing attention on the curve of her breasts before he drew one nipple into his mouth. The sensation shot straight to her core, making her arch against him as he sucked and nibbled with devastating skill.

"Nothing there," Vex murmured, kissing her breasts once more. "Open your legs." The command was ragged.

Luisa's legs fell open.

Vex's hands settled on her inner thighs, his touch gentle but possessive as he traced patterns on the sensitive skin. His fingers moved higher with agonizing slowness, teasing closer and closer to where she needed him most. When he discovered her lack of underwear, his breath hissed out between his teeth.

"Such a naughty thief," he growled, his voice thick with approval and desire. "Coming into my office dressed like this, with nothing underneath." His fingers stroked along the outside of her sex, barely touching but enough to make her hips jerk toward him involuntarily.

When he finally slipped two fingers inside her, she cried out at the sudden fullness, her inner walls clenching around the welcome intrusion. He worked her with precision, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers moved in a rhythm that had her writhing against the desk.

"So wet," he said. "Do you get off on stealing from people?"

"Only you." It was so, so true.

He increased the pace of his fingers, curling them in a way that hit that perfect spot inside her. When her orgasm finally hit, it tore through her with devastating force, leaving her crying out his name as her body convulsed around his fingers.

Before she had time to recover, she heard the sound of fabric rustling as he freed himself from his trousers. Then he was positioning himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

He thrust forward in one smooth motion, filling her completely and drawing a moan from both of them at the perfect fit.

Finally, she could touch him. Her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he began to move inside her. The feel of him was everything she'd been craving during their week of careful distance—the solid weight of his body against hers, the stretch and fullness as he claimed her.

Her second orgasm built more slowly this time, a deep, rolling wave that seemed to start in her very core and spread outward until every nerve was singing with pleasure. When it finally crested, it pulled him over the edge with her, his movements becoming erratic as he spilled himself inside her with a groan that she felt as much as heard.

Vex collapsed back into the chair, pulling a mostly limp and sated Luisa with him. She was a ragdoll, too full of pleasure to do more than slump over him.

"Did you want to talk about something?" Luisa asked sometime later, her lips moving against his shirt.

He was still wearing most of his clothes.

That was a problem. But she wasn't about to move to solve it.

"We can talk about it in bed," he said.

And without giving her time to respond, he picked her up and carried her out of the office.