Page 50 of Pucked Together

Everything in me is fighting to put my hands on her. And I can't care less if we're late to the party. Right now, I want whatever she's willing to give me.

She drags her finger over her navel, up between her breasts, over her slender neck, and right into her mouth. My cock jumps at the sight of her tasting herself. And I lose all control.

I lunge forward, putting my hands on either side of her on the desk, and draw her lips back to mine. This time, instead of pushing me away, she uses the heels of her feet to pull me closer to her.

"You are ridiculously tempting, Wildfire," I whisper into her ear.

A small, amused grin spreads across her beautiful face.

"That's the point, Goalie-zilla. Now, are you ready to up the ante?"

I look down at her, gauging her expression.

"Take your pants off," she orders me.

Of course, I want to. It would be impossible for me to resist her. But before I do, I reach behind her with one hand and unsnap her bra. The soft blue fabric falls onto her lap, and her strained nipples are now on full display for me. She looks down at herself and then back at me.

A challenge in her eyes.

I lean forward and take one of her breasts into my mouth.

Izzy throws her head back, letting out a deep moan as I bring her nipple to a hard peak with my tongue.

"Are you going to be quiet for me, Wildfire?"

She fights to keep her mouth closed. And instead, she licks her lips when I take in the second one, licking and sucking it into my mouth until they're both standing at attention. Then I reach down and slide her panties down her hips. She lifts up slightly to let me move them down past her thighs until they land on the floor.

"You tell me how far you want to take this," I say to her, kissing the inside of her thighs.

She opens them up for me and puts her hands on either side of my head, making me look up at her.

"I want you," she says. "All of you."

And I realize what she's saying. And we are most definitely not doing it here.

I rise and kiss her lips, "Then put your clothes back on. I'm taking you home."

"What? Ryker..."

"We're not doing this here, Izzy. You deserve better than this." I wave a hand around her closet-sized office.

I bend down, pick up her bra and panties, and place them on her lap.

"I'm going to go grab my gear. Get dressed and meet me at my car in five minutes."

Izzy's quiet on the car ride home. I reach over and grab her hand to intertwine our fingers.

"If you'd rather we don't..."

"No," she says quickly. "I want this. With you."

She looks over at me, and I swear those beautiful eyes can convince me to do anything.

"I need to talk to you about something," she says sheepishly.

"Uh-oh. Are we already having the DTR talk, Izzy? Because I'm pretty sure we both know what this is," I give her a smirk, and she slaps my arm.

"Not about us, per se. But about work."