The proud Dragon Maiden was unraveling beneath his touch, her professional composure cracking under the weight of pleasure she had clearly been denying herself for too long.
Jake's hands left her breasts only to slide down her sides, gripping her waist and pulling her back more firmly against him. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing. His mouth moved to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark on her skin. One hand returned to her breast while the other slid lower, fingers tracing the waistband of her military trousers.
He was about to lift her from the chair, to bend her over the polished oak table and take her right there in the meeting room - to fuck her with the same raw, perverted hunger he felt - when the heavy door creaked open.
