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to press together, but she could part her lips infinitesimally and draw a quick breath.
    “No,” Tristan murmured. He snaked his hand out to clasp her hip and draw her full body flush with his.
    “Don’t go yet,” he spoke raggedly, clearly as affected as she. “I need this so much. You’ve been driving me crazy up there. My head was full of these images while I couldn’t do anything about it, in front of Lucas and everyone.”
    Kimber could only moan before she fused their lips together once again. This time she made her hands busy as well. No longer was she imposing herself upon this sexy man, his actions and words spoke clearly. He wanted this as much as she did.
    Free to explore as she willed, Kimber traced her hands lightly down his jaw line over the warm column of his neck. Shivers racked her body as his hands cupped her ass through the thinness of her skirt. Canting her hips up to rub herself wantonly over his hard erection, Kimber could barely believe these actions were hers.
    Hers—laboratory geek—Kimber!
    She had never been more appreciative of her mother’s advice to always wear nice underwear. This morning she had already felt like a spy and had put on her raunchiest aqua, lacy thong. Kimber moaned decadently as Tristan ran his hand up and under her skirt, her legs wobbled as he traced the soft pads of his fingers tenderly over her flesh and hooked them inside her knickers.
    “So hot,” he murmured. “So wet.”
    Kimber lifted one leg up around his waist to open herself more fully to him. Staring into his hot, dark brown gaze she felt lost in the exhilaration. They continued to press their lips against one another, opening their mouths so they could tangle their tongues hotly together.
    Tasting faintly of bitter coffee and sensual maleness, he was a potent elixir to her system.
    Tristan muffled a groan. He turned them both to the side and pressed her back into the cool concrete wall of the stairwell. Heat seared her as he caressed his fingers over her swollen pussy lips, her juices coating him in a slick sheen.
    Arching her back, she pressed herself onto him, the ache inside her body like a physical blow.
    “I need you,” she panted, “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly or so much ever before.”
    Tristan grunted, stroked the tender folds of her heated entrance and thrust three long fingers deeply inside her throbbing cunt. Kimber groaned, she felt fantastically full. He stretched her and pumped his digits into her very depths. He plundered her over and over. Kimber’s stomach knotted with pleasure. Her heartbeat raced, her eyes fluttered shut as her body blossomed and opened to him.
    She’d never had sex with a man less than a few hours after meeting him, nor even after the first date. Yet nothing could stop her now. She was on an adventure, excitement was her middle name, she was very nearly a spy in her own thriller mystery movie and—
    The sound of a door groaning and heavy wood moving split the air. Quick as a wink Tristan turned them again so his body was protectively between her and the door to the corridor above. With his back to the entry Tristan smoothly but hastily withdrew his fingers from the depths of her body, twitched the hem of her skirt back down to flirt with her knees and turned around. A willowy redhead came into view just as Tristan nudged Kimber into continuing down the stairs.
    They both looked up and Kimber had to fight the urge not to laugh aloud. Seconds too late, the woman looked down at them, two innocuous business workers walking down a flight of stairs for a spot of exercise instead of waiting for the lift.
    Nothing to see here.
    They nodded in silent greeting to each other. Tristan and Kimberly reached the door to the floor below and once again Tristan opened it for her. Murmuring her thanks, she entered the corridor and could hardly believe the explosive passion from a moment before had been real. Indeed, the whole day appeared fantastical, something simply