“No, I’m not,” she said smoothly. “I’d be mean if I was only teasing. But I’m not.” With that, she stunned him by swinging one leg over him, so that she straddled his lap.

Before he could stop himself, he covered her butt with both palms, kneading her flesh as he dragged her against him. His hips punched up, needing the contact, the friction. But he didn’t need to thrust too hard because she met him halfway, grinding down on him. Hard.

“Oh my God. Mercy,” he groaned. He tightened his grip on her butt, stopping her from swiveling her hips. “You’re killing me here.”

She tunneled her fingers into his hair, pulling his head upright for another scorching kiss that scrambled his brains. “Not gonna kill you,” she muttered darkly, sending a thrill rippling over his skin. She let go of his hair, her fingers moving to his tie to pull it free of his collar. “Not done with you. Haven’t even started.”

He shook his head, trying to clear it. “Wait. Just wait.”

Her hands immediately stilled and his brain rebelled. No, no, what are you saying? Don’t wait. No wait!

He forced himself to breathe. “Wait,” he said again, not sure who he was talking to, because he wanted to roll her to her back and thrust inside her over and over.

But he had to be sure. She had to be sure. He opened his eyes to see her poised above him, his tie gripped in both of her fists. She said nothing, simply stared down at him. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes intense, and she delicately touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip as if testing it.

He shuddered, wanting that tongue on his body. Those lips wrapped around his cock. “What do you want, Mercy? You need to be very specific.”

She smiled slowly, sensing victory. “I want everything.” She licked his lower lip. “Everything.”

When she started to slide his tie free, he covered her fisted hands with his. “Wait. Please.” He needed her to spell it out. “What does everything include? I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”

“You’re not pushing me into anything.” She tugged on his tie with both hands. “I’m pulling you, if you want to get technical.” She leaned in for a soft kiss, but not a tentative one. There wasn’t a tentative bone in her body at the moment.

Or in his. Some bones were far less tentative than others. “Okay,” he rasped, then cleared his throat, holding on to control by the barest of threads. “Just so we’re clear, I want you more than I want to breathe. But I don’t want you to regret anything we do.”

“Just so we’re clear, I won’t. And just so we’re clear?” She tugged his tie, bringing his face a breath away from hers. “Everything means I want to be under you and I want to feel you inside me.” She lightly nipped at his lip. “Is that definition clear?”