“This is probably a mistake,” she panted, then bit his bottom lip. “A sexy, breathtaking mistake.”

His fingers teased the edge of her panties.

“Yes. I want your hands on me. Touch me, Easton.”

“I am,” he growled.

“Harder,” she begged.

He made a hungry, masculine sound, then his fingers shoved her panties aside, and he found her clit.

Harlow wrenched her mouth free and gasped. He rubbed her clit, and then forcibly pulled her mouth back to his. As he stroked her, she felt her temperature rising. Then she was going up in flames. She circled her hips, moving against his oh-so-clever fingers.

“You’re soaked.” His finger played with her, before sinking deep.

She opened her eyes, rocking on his hand. “Easton.”

She stared blindly at the night sky and wondered if anyone could see them out on the terrace. Probably not, but the thought gave her a little thrill.

He pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her. She cried out, pressing her forehead against his. She held him tight, needing the anchor to keep from flying apart.

“I can feel your sweet pussy clenching on my fingers, Harlow.”

His sexy words and deep voice made her belly contract.

“So tight and wet. You’ll feel so good when I finally slide my aching cock inside you.”

“Easton… Oh, God.” She was so close.

He reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. He shoved one shoulder off.

She shivered. The night air was cold, but it was what he was doing to her that earned the reaction.

She was wild for him.

He stroked her nipple through her lace bra. Her nipples were hard little nubs, and she ground down on his hand, just pure sensation now.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He pulled her up, his mouth closing on one lace-covered breast.

Oh, God. “Yes.”

His thumb stroked her clit, his hot mouth sucked on her nipple. If anyone could see them, they’d see her in her boss’ lap, totally undone as he drove her closer to a massive orgasm.

His fingers kept pumping inside her.

“Easton.”

“Come for me, Harlow.”

She trembled, her hands digging into his shoulders, she was riding a thin edge.

He yanked her closer, his mouth taking hers—a hard, punishing claim.

Harlow’s orgasm hit her like a deluge. Her hips moved wildly, and his mouth captured her cries.

She slumped against him, small tremors running through her.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful, Harlow.” He tugged her hair hard and his gaze ran over her face, then he kissed her. It was slower, more deliberate, and left her heart racing.

Then he rose, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She clamped her legs around his lean waist.

His mouth was back on hers. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was filled with desperate hunger.

He strode inside.