“Good.” Ford brought his face closer to my center, inhaling deeply. “God, I can’t get over your scent.”

My legs wanted to close around him. It was too much, too intimate, made me feel too vulnerable. Ford crooked his finger again, and I fought the urge to squirm. I took a deep, shaky breath.

Ford’s tongue made a long, languid stroke, and I almost bowed off the desk. He immediately stopped. “Still, baby.”

I let out a sound that was a cross between a whine and a moan. Ford chuckled, sending a wave of delicious sensation through me. “You’re going to kill me,” I muttered.

“But it would be a hell of a way to go.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Ford’s tongue darted out again. Teasing. Toying. Exploring every part of me. He slipped another finger inside, and my breaths came faster yet. My hands itched to move, to thread through Ford’s hair, to touch him, but the second I shifted, Ford stopped all movement. “Don’t make me withhold your orgasm, baby.”

I growled in frustration, and he laughed. “You can do it, Trouble. Just stay still.”

My hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard, I thought it might break. “I’m freaking still.”

Ford’s tongue flicked across my clit, sending millions of tiny sparks scattering along my nerve endings. “So well behaved, hardly any trouble at all.” I would’ve kicked him if I didn’t need him so damn badly.

“Please.”

“I love it when you beg.” His fingers teased and twisted, moving faster and deeper, and then his lips latched on to that bundle of nerves. It was no longer a slow build of sensation; I came apart at the seams. It was as if my body simply exploded into a million little pieces before they slowly came back to each other and reassembled themselves.

I was panting, my hands had gone numb. “That was...” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. The man had fried my brain.

Ford gave me a wicked grin as he stood. He swiped a thumb across his lower lip and then licked it clean. “You taste delicious.”

Holy…I didn’t know what. That was hot. I leaned forward, going for the button of Ford’s jeans, but he stepped out of my reach, shaking his head. “That was just for you.”

I stuck out my bottom lip. “But I want to.”

Ford chuckled. “Tonight. When we really have time to play.”

“Fair enough.” I jumped off the desk, my legs a little wobbly, and quickly pulled on my panties and jeans.

When I stood, Ford swept his lips against mine. “Thank you.”

I grinned up at him. “I’m pretty sure I should be the one thanking you.”

“I’ll let you do that later.” I let my head fall to Ford’s chest. “What?” he asked.