Christian's gaze lingered on her lips for a fraction of a second before he closed the remaining distance between them. His hand slid up her back, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her burgundy dress, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Reese's breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against hers—a featherlight touch that sent a ripple of anticipation through her, igniting something deep within.
The world outside this moment blurred into nothingness. She felt herself melting into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his dark hair, pulling him closer as if she needed more—more of him, more of this intoxicating sensation that threatened to consume her entirely.
Christian's kiss deepened, his mouth claiming hers with slow, deliberate dominance. The warmth of his lips was firm, commanding, moving against hers with an expertise that left her dizzy. His hand traveled down the curve of her waist, fingers skimming the silky material of her dress with a deliberate, possessive touch. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat, and he took it as encouragement, his other hand cradling the side of her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek—gentle, yet possessive.
He kissed her with the hunger of a man who had been holding back for far too long. His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, tasting her in a way that made Reese's knees weaken beneath her. She clung to him, her body yielding to the unrelenting pull of his presence.
With a swift motion, Christian pressed her further against the cool, polished surface of the conference table, his body a firm wall of heat against hers. Reese gasped softly as his mouth trailed along the curve of her jaw, down to the sensitive hollow of her neck, where he pressed a lingering kiss that sent shivers racing down her spine. His touch, his scent, the weight of him against her—everything about him overwhelmed her senses.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire, lips tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.
"I should," she whispered, though the way her fingers clutched at the lapels of his suit betrayed her hesitation, her need.
Christian's smirk was wicked, his teeth grazing her pulse point before his lips found hers again, more insistent this time. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer, making it clear that he wanted—no, needed—every inch of her pressed against him. Reese felt herself surrendering, the undeniable chemistry crackling between them like a live wire.
Her hands roamed over his broad chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his tailored suit. Christian groaned into her mouth, the sound igniting something primal inside her. She tugged at his tie, loosening it just enough to slip her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt, relishing the heat of his skin against her fingertips.
Their kisses grew frantic, desperate, as if they were trying to memorize each other in this fleeting moment. When Christian hoisted her onto the edge of the table, Reese's breath hitched in anticipation. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands roamed over the silky fabric of her dress, his touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
His fingers traced the hem of her dress, slowly inching it higher. Reese's eyes fluttered closed, a shuddering breath escaping her as his touch traveled up her thighs. He teased her, the ghost of his touch lingering just long enough to make her squirm, to make her crave more.
"Patience," Christian murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.
A frustrated whimper escaped her, but he silenced it with another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier. His hand slipped between her legs, pressing gently between her folds, teasing, until she arched into him with a desperate moan.
His eyes darkened with satisfaction. "Do you want me," he said, his voice thick with need.
"Yes," Reese breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pulled him closer.
"Yes what?"
"I want you."
Christian's control snapped. He lifted her effortlessly, spinning her around so that her palms were flat against the table. His fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, lifting it inch by inch until it pooled around her waist. Reese trembled as his hands caressed the curve of her hips, his fingers teasing the soft fabric of her underwear before sliding them down with agonizing slowness.
"Bend over," he instructed, his voice a low growl.
Reese hesitated for the briefest of moments, heat flooding her cheeks, but her body betrayed her, responding to the authority in his voice. She obeyed, feeling the cool air kiss her exposed skin as anticipation coiled tightly in her stomach.
The sound of Christian's belt unbuckling sent a fresh wave of longing coursing through her, and then he was pressing against her, teasing her lips with slow, deliberate strokes that made her whimper in frustration.
"Christian," she gasped, pushing back against him.
His response was a low, satisfied chuckle before he thrusted into her with a steady, claiming rhythm that left her breathless. Reese moaned, her cheek resting against the cool surface of the table, her hands gripping the edges as he moved inside her with practiced precision.
His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements to meet his thrusts. The pressure built steadily, an ache that grew with each roll of his hips, each deep thrust that pushed her closer to the edge.
"You feel incredible," Christian groaned, his breath hot against her neck. "So tight, so perfect."
Reese's moans grew louder, the tension inside her coiling tighter with every movement, stealing her breath, her thoughts—everything but the overwhelming sensation of him inside her, claiming her so completely.
She shattered around him with a strangled cry, her body convulsing in his grip as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Christian followed moments later, his own release drawn out in a low, guttural moan as he buried himself deep inside her, holding her tightly against him.
They remained there, tangled together in the aftermath for a brief moment, their ragged breaths the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
Christian pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her neck before straightening, adjusting his clothes with a satisfied smirk.