This time, he couldn’t hold back the groan in his throat. Fun Victoria had come out to play. “Does it do something for you?” he asked, slowly backing her into the desk behind him. Their eyes locked as she moved backwards, her hands undoing her zipper.

“I don’t know what you’re supposed to be, but I like it,” she said.

“I’m Zorro, I think.” They stopped when the backs of her thighs hit his desk. Thank god, he’d cleared it off. “Or that guy from The Princess Bride.”

“You look like a dangerous highwayman,” she whispered, shoving her black jeans down. “Who’s about to rob me of my valuables and virtue.”

“Exactly,” he said, leaning over to pull her legs out of her pants. “I like where this is going.” On his knees, he hooked his thumbs through the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her ankles. When she stepped out of them and leaned against his desk, Victoria parted her legs, opening herself to him.

He could have lost it then and there.

John drew himself back to his feet and stared at the sexy women sitting on his desk. She was naked from the waist down, suggestively pushing her thighs apart, then closed. “You have something that I want, m’lady,” he said, removing the belt holding his saber and whip. He reached into his pants and pulled out his straining cock.

With sultry hooded eyes, Victoria leaned back on her elbows. “Give me your worst, you dastardly blackguard.”

John grinned as he moved between her thighs, pushing them apart with strong hands. “I don’t remember that in the book,” he said, giving her soft opening a teasing brush with his cock. Already slick with arousal and hot to the touch, he rocked his length against her clit.

Victoria hissed and squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t know where I read that,” she panted, raising her hips to connect with him.

“Can you stay quiet, Victoria?” John asked, licking his thumb. Once he pressed it to her swollen core, she jerked and let out a long, deep sigh. As he moved his thumb in circles over her clit, he noted the movement of her hips as they kept time with his pace. A lovely deep red settled over her brown cheeks as her mouth fell open.

“Maybe,” she breathed.

“Maybe?” He applied pressure as he leaned forward and cupped the back of her head with his free hand. He didn’t want her to miss this show; their union.

“Yes,” she said, though it may not have been a reply to his question. Her affirmative could have been something altogether different because it played on repeat the more he circled her sensitive flesh. “Yes, yes, oh god, yes, Johnny,” became her new mantra and she recited it with a feverish whisper as her face contorted into an agonized expression.