Silence.

I peek through my fingers—and melt into the desk.

There’s no need to worry. No need to panic, and I should have more faith, because Galen Onasis does not look put off by my personal grooming and frayed panties. Quite the opposite. He’s staring at my bared pussy like it’s a miracle.

“Fuck,” Galen mutters, and gives himself a tiny shake.

My feet find their way onto his strong thighs, and now I’m spread open for him, knees bent, utterly shameless under the blistering gaze of my boss. The penthouse office is sunlit and golden, and this is perfect, perfect, perfect.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kara. Every inch.”

My laugh sounds more like a wheeze. “You haven’t seen every inch, Galen.”

His smile punches me in the chest. “Yet.”

Even as we speak, his thumb slides between my slippery folds. I’m so slick already, swollen and needy and wanting, and I might be embarrassed about that except Galen groans with delight.

His chair creaks, his body shifting, and then his hot breath wafts over my pussy. I bite down on my bottom lip—hard.

“Easy.” With his free hand, Galen takes one of my tight fists and uncurls my stiff fingers. “We can stop anytime. Alright?”

Ha. “That’s not the issue.”

His thumb rubs circles into my palm. He’s so patient with me. So kind. “Then what is?”

Well, since he asked… “The issue is that if I don’t feel your mouth on me soon, I’m going to bite through my own tongue.”

Galen’s low chuckle vibrates the air near my clit—then he grips my hips, tugs me closer, and he’s there. So hot, so wet, so demanding. Hungry licks and the rasp of his stubble.

It’s so much to take in, and I’m spinning into the air, floating high above this desk on a happy, tingly cloud.

“Such a good girl, Kara.” Oh god, I’m going to melt. I’m a shivering mess. “Fuck, you taste good. Look at you, rubbing yourself all over my chin, so needy and perfect. That’s it, princess.”

A finger circles my entrance as Galen laps at my clit. It eases inside me slowly, long and surprisingly thick. My gasp is loud in the quiet office, the only other sounds the creak of Galen’s chair and the obscene wet noises coming from between my thighs.

Paper crinkles as I thrash around. Oh, shoot—his mail—

“Leave it,” Galen growls, and I nod frantically, shoving my hands into his hair. He’s right. Doesn’t matter.

A second finger joins the first. I cry out, long and low, my back arching off the messy desk as I tug and twist his hair. The way those broad shoulders hunker over me—that freaking waistcoat—

“Galen,” I whimper.

“I’ve got you.” Thick fingers crook inside me, and I see stars. “Beautiful girl. Gorgeous girl.”

When teeth scrape over my clit, my hips jerk. My breath seizes. And then lips seal over the tight bundle of nerves, sucking hard, tongue swirling, and I… and I…