Trish smiled as she replaced the receiver. “Dr. Trent is ready to see you now.”
And Pam was more than ready to see him. She flashed Trish a smile and forced herself to walk, not run, to the connecting door. The knob turned easily under her hand. The door opened on silent hinges. The pale gold, vertical blinds were closed against the California midday sun, but brass candlestick lamps on the white pine tables cast a welcoming glow. Declan sat behind his oak desk, chin resting on the points of his fingers as he quietly perused her from the huge black leather executive chair.
Pam shut the door behind her, then leaned against it as she let her shoulder bag slide to the floor. The soft, black leather landed with a plop
. Her heartbeat thudded with the rush of her heated blood. All she could see, all she could think about was him. That half smile lifted one corner of his mouth again. His gaze mentally stripped her clothing away.
“Detective Donaldson.” His voice drifted over her, beckoning, caressing like fingers against her hot skin.
She maintained her position. “Dr. Trent.”
Two could play the waiting game. The rewards were still the same. She twisted the lock closed on the door. The click echoed in the room.
“Are you armed, detective?” he asked.
“Yes. My weapon is holstered and in my bag. And you? Are you armed?”
“Cocked and ready, ma’am.”
Pam tried not to laugh, but the giggle came out anyway. “Oh, really?”
Declan leaned back and tugged the knot loose on his tie. “Yep, I’ve been hard as a rock since I saw your name on the schedule this morning.”
“I couldn’t let you go away to a conference without a proper send-off. And I know how you like surprises.”
“How fortunate you can find room in your schedule to accommodate me.”
“I’m always willing to squeeze in you.”
Pam parked her hands on her hips and laughed. “Stop that. This is supposed to be a seduction. I can’t do the come-hither look and fuck-me walk if you have me laughing.”
He tossed back a laugh of his own. “Sorry. Proceed with the come-hithering and fuck-me stuff.”
“Thank you.” She took a step toward him.
He held up his hand, halting her progress. “No closer, Pam. You know the rules. You know what I want.”
Damn it, he knew how to fire a woman up. “Refresh my memory. Tell me.”
He pressed his lips together, then licked them as he pulled the tie free. It whispered against his shirt, a soft sigh that wiggled deep into her core. He twined the length of silk through his long fingers, tying a knot every inch or so in it as he pondered his next move.
“I see you’re wearing hose today. And I love the heels.”
“A concession for court.”
He tsked. “And here I thought they were for me.”
She mirrored his earlier smile. “Well, the hose are
thigh-highs and --” She dropped her tone to a sultry purr. “-- I have no panties on.”
That earned her a big grin. “My, aren’t we daring and naughty. That’s almost like begging for a spanking.”
“You have repeatedly assured me your office is soundproof.”
“Indeed it is.” He flicked open his belt buckle. Seconds later the leather hissed through its loops. Declan doubled it over and placed it on his desk, the knotted silk tie beside it.
Pam’s knees quivered. So far they’d never gotten into the spanking thing here; just the threat was enough to turn them both on.
He truly was the best sex she’d ever had. Six months and she still couldn’t get enough of him. If only …
“Undo your blouse … slowly,” he ordered.
One by one, she slipped the tiny pearlized buttons through their holes. With each one Declan’s breath became more labored. She knew what his desk hid -- an erection that would have made a horse proud. With the last button freed, Pam shrugged the blouse from her shoulders. It wafted to the floor behind her.
“And now the bra.” His voice had deepened with his lust.
Pam reached behind her and undid the hooks. Rather than let the bra fall as she had the blouse, she looped her fingers around the straps and slowly pulled them down, caressing her flesh as she did so. Fully exposed, she dropped the undergarment and kneaded her breasts, plumping them together to form a deep cleavage.
“You want to fuck my tits, don’t you?” she asked. “Nestle your cock into the warmth and pump away?”
“You’re determined to make me come in my pants, aren’t you?”
Pam laughed and twirled her nipples into elongated beads.
“Damn it, Pam. I am
going to spank you.”
“Enough teasing. Skirt off.”
She sliced the zipper down, wiggled her hips free, and stepped out of the garment.
“Good girl.” He pushed his chair away from the desk. “Leave the heels and hose on and come here. You know what I want.”