Her Zorro, her Westley, her highwayman, assaulted her senses and made her see stars. Just with the touch of his thumb. When Victoria caught her breath and opened her eyes, she came face to face with her lover, John Donovan. His green eyes glittered above hers, growing darker with hunger. She had remained as quiet as she could, but he hadn’t even gotten to the main event. Victoria was losing grip on propriety and damned glad for it.

John was waiting on her.

“Please,” she whispered. “Now.”

It was all he needed to hear. Planting one hand at her side, he leaned forward and pushed the tip of his penis past her folds. As he stretched and filled her with an achingly slow patience, hot tears pricked her eyes. She gasped at his pleasant intrusion and pushed against him in response.

“No, honey,” he said, holding her hips still. “Let me go slow.”

Victoria’s gaze flitted to his pleading eyes, his flared nostrils, and relished in the pleasure she offered him. His hips moved in a slow and steady rhythm, rocking her gently against the hard surface of his desk. He whipped his cape back and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I want to commit this to memory for as long as I live,” he whispered, leaning down to run his hand under her shirt. When he found her breast, he fanned his long dexterous fingers over the smooth satin of her bra. Her nipple stood at attention, begging for more stimulation. “When you’re not with me, I want to remember your soft skin, your beautiful curves, this wet heat surrounding my cock. Every fucking inch of you, Victoria.”

She raised herself on her elbows to give him easier access to her breasts, and was thankful when he pulled down the cup of her bra to pinch her nipple. A low hungry moan forced its way up her chest and spilled past her lips. Her frenzied breath could not be controlled as John moved in and out of her. She wished she could say that the smacks of skin and muscle were the only sounds that filled John’s office, but her pants of arousal joined the cacophony. Soon, his moans accompanied hers, keeping rhythm with the union of their bodies.