She flashed him a brilliant smile and said, “Maybe you should bend me over. Right now.”

Biting back a moan, Jacob pressed her hand crudely against his erection. “I’m not just shoving this inside you, Eve. No, don’t whine. Bad. That would be bad. Foreplay,” he repeated. He’d meant to let go of her once he’d made his point, but instead, he was still holding her hand against his cock. Pressing her down, really, and jerking his hips up, seduced by that sweet pressure. Shit. Stop it.

“At least let me take these off,” she murmured, tugging at the belt loop of his jeans. Looking up at him with those beautiful eyes and that wicked smile and oh, fuck—

“Fine,” he said, “fine, fine, fine,” and then they were both fumbling with his belt and his fly, Jacob one-handed but twice as desperate, and before he knew it, he was sat there bollock naked on his desk.

He remembered the day he’d bought this desk and kind of wanted to smirk, because if someone had told him, Hi, I’m from the future, and one day you’re going to let a brilliant, ridiculous woman reduce you to a shaking puddle of lust on this thing, he would’ve rolled his eyes and moved away from the hidden cameras.

Eve raised a hand to cradle his face, her thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip. “What are you smiling about?”

“You,” he replied honestly, and turned his head to kiss her palm.

She smiled back. And for a moment, despite the electric rope of lust crackling from the head of his cock down to his aching balls, the air between them felt innocent and unbelievably sweet.

“Can you keep your glasses on this time?” she asked softly.

“Is this the part where you confess your spectacle fetish?”

Eve laughed and pushed the length of her hair over one shoulder. Jacob’s gaze followed the fall of lavender automatically. He watched fine braids glide over her nipple, cascade past her ribs, caress the deep bronze stretch marks at her hips. “Actually,” she said, “I just want to make sure you see everything.”

“Understandable,” Jacob rasped, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “There’s a lot to see. Cracking view. Wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Mmm,” she murmured, her own gaze dipping to his lap. “I agree.”

Jacob looked down, too, and flushed at the sight of himself. He knew how hard he was—he could feel it in his fucking skull, at this point—but seeing the evidence was altogether different. Or at least, it was when Eve ran a delicate finger from the fat, glossy head to the thick root, tracing his veins like they were a map. “Can I have this now,” she asked, “or do I have to seduce you some more?”

His chest heaved with each sharp, Eve-scented breath. “Sit down,” he managed, “and let me lick you again.”

“After,” she said. “Fuck me hard and kiss it better.”

His head fell back, his abs contracted, his dick jumped under her touch. “Eve.”