White Hot Christmas | h.s | COMPLETED

Chapter Nine

   OH, how she'd missed this.

Avery sighed in pleasure as Harry dragged his hands over her, his mouth moving over hers with tender possession. The kiss was rough and demanding at the same time, as though he was afraid she'd change her mind at any time and was trying to give her everything she wanted all at once.

But Avery wasn't changing her mind. Not when his lips slid down the column of her neck. Not when his fingers deftly undid the button of her blouse. Not when her own hands tore at his shirt open in frantic want. "I'm not doing it on the carpet of our office," she managed to gasp as his teeth raked against the exposed skin above her bra.

"No problem," he muttered, his hands sliding down to her butt and lifting her up. Avery's legs automatically wound around his waist, her skirt bunching around her hips, and they both groaned as his erection rubbed against her. Then she felt the cool wood beneath the backs of her thighs and let out a horrified laugh. "The conference room table?"

His lips found the spot behind her ear. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

She laughed again, but didn't resist when he nudged her backwards. "I haven't!"

His hand moved between her legs, his fingertips brushing lightly against lace. "No?" Suddenly it was really hard to remember where she was. And all the reasons why she shouldn't be having sex in a darkened office on Christmas.

With her ex-husband.

One finger slipped beneath the lace, and Avery's arched into him. Who was she kidding? Her ex-husband was the only man she could imagine doing this with.

The realization was jarring.

Knowing this was a one-time thing, wanting to make it last, she propped up on her elbows and gazed down her body at him. "Rushing to the good stuff, are we?" She lifted a finger and traced it idly along the outer edge of her bra.

Hungry green eyes traced the motion, before meeting hers. "It's all the good stuff, Counselor."

His hands slid under her skirt, fingers hooking into her underwear and removing them. Avery pushed up so she could reach for his face, pull his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled as their hands played.

Harry's lips moved down her body, fingers tugging down the cup of her bra, his hot mouth closing around a nipple. Avery gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as she watched him. He watched her right back. Watched her pleasure as his tongue teased her. It was just like before.

Better.

They were older. Wiser. And more desperate for each other than ever.

His hands were on her outer thighs, pushing her slim skirt up inch by inch when she grabbed both wrists, keeping the skirt covering her butt. "No way am I having my bare ass on this conference table. People eat here."

Harry rested his forehead on hers, his breath coming hot and hard. "You're getting prudish now?"

She scraped her nails down his back and captured his lower lip between her teeth. "How about I get to be on top? In control."

He growled. "Not a chance."

Harry lifted her, walking her backwards until her back was to the wall. She clung to him, nibbling his jaw as he wrangled his belt and buttons free. "Against the wall, counselor? Really?" she said, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth. In response, he slipped two fingers into her, testing her readiness.

She was ready.

"Harry." He watched her face as he pushed inside her, demanding that she not hold back. It had always been good with Harry. More than good. But it had never been like this. It had never been slow and intense and...perfect.