“You wore this dress on purpose,” he said, his voice coming out gravelly.

She gave a nervous laugh that told him he was dead-on. The little minx had come in here to seduce him. He was all too happy to play along.

“Tell me something, darling,” he said as he pushed her hair forward over her shoulder, his fingers toying with the small metal nub of the dress’s zipper. “If I were to ease this down, would I find the same sexy bra you were wearing for the other guy—what was his name?”

Daisy’s breath was just a little bit fast. “I don’t remember.”

“Good girl,” he murmured as he rewarded her by pulling the zipper down slowly.

He stopped when he got midway down her back, exposing the black lace and pink satin bra he knew would be waiting for him. “Just as I expected,” he said. “Someone was thinking naughty thoughts about getting laid in the office this morning.”

She tried to turn around, but he held her still. “What was it I said I would do to you that night?” he asked thoughtfully as his thumbs drifted over the back strap of the pretty bra.

“It’s sort of vague…”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the back of her bare neck before nipping lightly. “Liar. What did I say, Daisy?”

For a moment there was only the sound of them breathing—the air tense with anticipation.

“You couldn’t decide,” she whispered. “You couldn’t decide between unfastening the bra first, or if you wanted to slide the dress off first.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he said, as though he didn’t remember every word and every fantasy from that night. “I couldn’t decide if I wanted to see you in this pretty bra or if I wanted to get my hands on you sooner than later.”

His thumbs skimmed along her back, just as they had that night, before easing the zipper all the way down.

“And?” she asked with a pant. “What did you decide?”

In response, his hands met at the center of her back, his fingers undoing the clasp of her bra.

Lincoln stepped closer, sliding his hands into the now-gaping opening of her dress, palms skipping along her sides before cupping her breasts.

Daisy gasped, and Lincoln stepped closer, nestling his cock against the curve of her ass as he molded her breasts with his hands.

They’d been sleeping together for a week now, and he still couldn’t get over how good she felt. Couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. The taste of her.

His fingers plucked at her nipples as his mouth played over the soft skin of her neck.

“Lincoln,” she whispered in pleasure, her head coming back to rest on his shoulder.

His hands slid back out of her dress, just long enough to push the dress and loosened bra forward and off her shoulders. “Is this what you want?” he murmured against her skin. “To be exposed like this, naked from the waist up so I can feel all of you.”

He brushed the pads of his fingers lightly over the peaks of her breasts, teasing her, and she cried out in want.

His cock got impossibly harder. “What else did I say I would do to you?” he asked, his voice commanding even as he kept his touch light.

“You said that you’d turn me around,” she whispered. “But you didn’t then, because you were afraid if you did, you’d have to kiss me.”

“Did you want me to kiss you that night, Daisy?” His hand stilled, her answer somehow vitally important.

“Yes,” she whispered. “That night. And plenty of nights before it. And since.”

His eyes closed. It was the answer he’d both needed and feared. “And now?”

In response, Daisy turned. She held his eyes as she skimmed her hands down her body, giving the dress the last impetus it needed to slide to the ground. She stepped out of the dress, nudging that and her bra aside with one stiletto-clad foot, standing only in black underwear.

“Kiss me, Lincoln.”

As though there had ever been any other option. He stepped closer, sliding one arm around her waist as the other cupped her face. He bent his head to hers.

Her lips opened to his, and Lincoln groaned. This woman. It took nothing but the taste of her mouth to turn him into a starving man who couldn’t get enough.

It must have been the same for her, because her fingers were frantic as they pushed aside his suit jacket and made quick work of his shirt buttons.

Lincoln let out a tortured laugh as she reached greedily for his belt. “Easy, darling.”

Daisy shook her head and held his gaze. “I don’t want easy.”

Lincoln groaned again, fusing his mouth to hers as he bent his knees slightly, sliding his hands behind her ass so he could pick her up and walk her back to his desk.

“You want it hard?” he asked, setting her on the desk and unbuckling his belt.

She licked her bottom lip in response.

He leaned toward her, but stopped with his lips inches away from a kiss. “Too damn bad.”

He slid his hands beneath her knees, lifting them so that her high heels rested on the desk, and pushed her thighs wide.

Without preamble he used one finger to hook her underwear to the side and bent his mouth to her hot core, his tongue lapping at her in hungry strokes before he settled in to taste her for a while.

Daisy moaned, her legs falling all the way open, as Lincoln braced both hands on the desk, using his arms to support himself as he bent over her, touching her with nothing but his mouth.