Sugar

Sugar: 4/10 Cup

"Wow."

Dorian pulled back with a small smile, resting his forehead against hers. Kahlia's twinkling golden eyes found his in an instant, and a breathtaking smile overtook her face.

"So that just happened," she said slowly, placing her hands on his sides gently. "Was not expecting that."

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," he admitted shamelessly, leaning forward to steal another kiss from her. The woman laughed against his lips, granting him unfettered access to her mouth and all that she had to offer.

She tasted like white pepper and ginger, a combination which he quickly realised he liked. A lot. When they pulled away again, his lips tingled, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the heat or the spark between them.

And yes, he felt the spark. That insidious spark Cora had been nagging him about for so long. He didn't know what to make of it, he only knew that he liked how it felt.

"As much as I like this," Kahlia began with a deep inhale. Her eyes had darkened a few shades and she was looking up at him through her lashes. "There's a security camera here and I don't want it to catch an unsavoury action."

"Is that an invitation?" He teased, though the feeling in his loins wasn't so playful.

"Yes," she replied bluntly, filling him with a deep satisfaction that shone through his expression. "Come with me."

He followed her to the administrative office, a spacious room with a wide desk and a comfortable office chair. There were sticky notes everywhere, ordered by colour and dates, but the main part of the desk remained empty, large enough for her to sit on and partake in activities.

The moment the door closed behind them, shielding them from the inquisitive eyes of the security cameras, his hands found her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he planted kisses on her long, elegant neck.

"You should know, I haven't done this in a while," she explained in an exhale, tilting her head to the side to grant him more access. "But I'm clean."

"So am I." Dorian turned her around and sat her on the desk, only vaguely remembering the wallet in his back pocket and reaching back to pull it out. "But I always carry protection."

She smirked at him, watching his movements with playful eyes as he sat on the chair and wheeled closer to undo her shoes, then her jeans, pulling them down her long, toned legs. With every inch of smooth brown skin that was revealed to his eyes, his desire for her grew. He wanted his hands on every part of her body he could get them.

When he'd pulled her jeans off her legs, he came face to face with a pair of red lacy panties that he wanted nothing more than to pull off with his teeth. In a compulsory move he couldn't control, his lips planted a kiss on the inner part of her knee, simultaneously spreading her legs open.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin. She smelled like tropical fruits and honey and he couldn't get enough. Kahlia pulled his face up to kiss him, each second of her plump, soft lips against his driving him wilder until he felt almost feral.

He stood between her legs, exploring her mouth with his and her body with her hands. The lace on her hips felt rough against his fingers compared to her silky skin, and he pulled one of the bands taut, letting it snap back on her skin with a loud slap.

She gasped into his mouth, pushing her hips closer to his until his jean clad tent was pressed up to her. An adorable moan left her mouth, and it was like everything snapped at once.

They basically attacked each other, vibrating with primal need and anticipation as their hands resumed their frantic search for what they needed the most.