I can’t give her much. But I can give her this.
I make quick work of the buttons on her blouse, tugging the silky fabric away, revealing the swell of her perfect tits. Her nipples were hard and pebbled, pressing against her lacy bra.
I’m a man on a mission, but I stop to suck each hard bud between my lips, one at a time, until she’s groaning, her head tipped back.
I reach up and pull her hair free from the elastic that’s held it back all night. I want it spilling down over her naked body.
I want to see her wild and free. Completely out of control.
My other hand hooks on the waistband of her jeans. “Your ass looked so good in these tonight,” I whisper gruffly, catching her mouth with my own again. “You wore them just to torture me, didn’t you?”
Releasing her long enough to tug the denim down her thighs in one rough motion, my eyes land on the slip of lace panties she’s wearing.
The heat of her arousal was already soaking through the scrap of material.
“Fuck, Lilly...you’re drenched for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is little more than a moan as I rub my thumb, slow and firm, between her legs. “You were thinking of me, ofthisall night, weren’t you, sweetheart. Thinking of having my fingers right here.” I shove the panties aside and plunge two fingers straight into her slick heat.
She’s so tight. So hot. So fucking, perfect.
“You feel so good, Lilly.” I pump my fingers in and out until she’s moaning and writhing on the desk top, her juices dripping down my hand, onto the papers beneath her. But I don’t care. The only thing I care about is my girl in this moment. “Do you feel how ready you are, sweetheart? How much you need this? Needmeto make you forget everything except how good it feels when I fuck you. Isn’t that right?”
Lilly
“Yes.” I hardly recognize my own voice. He’s once more turned me into a needy, greedy version of myself. “I need you, Luke. Please.”
He moves so quickly, I hardly have time to register what’s happening. His hands grab my wrists where they’re resting flat against the desk behind me, no doubt destroying whatever files I’d put there to get ready for tomorrow’s meetings.
But I don’t have time to think about it, ashe hauls me upright and slides me toward him until I’m on my feet before him.
My eyes snap open as he kisses me roughly, growling into my mouth as he claims me with his lips.
Only once I’m breathless does he pull away and spin me around. His hand is on my back, pressing me flat against the papers scattered there.
The sound of his belt and zipper loosening, followed by his jeans hitting the floor behind me, makes my breath hitch. We’ve never done this before. The office is off limits. A hard boundary we said we’d never cross. It’s important to keep work and personal life separate.
We agreed. It was the only way to keep thingssafe.To keep themseparate.
I should stop this. I should maintain some sort of professional integrity. Or at least, the illusion of it that I’ve been trying to hide behind. But the truth is, we blew past professionalism weeks ago. And he’s right, I doneedthis. I need him. I need to forget everything.
“Luke,” his name is a plea on my lips. I try to twist and look over my shoulder to see him, but he presses a hand between myshoulder blades and pushes me flat, a moment before he leans over me.
His breath is hot and ragged as he says, “I’ve fantasized about bending you over this desk from the first moment you set foot in here, Lilly.”
His thigh shoves between mine, forcing my legs apart, leaving me exposed, bent over his desk like something to be taken. “Fuck yes, you’re gorgeous, Lilly. Just like this.” He runs his hands down my back, over my hips and ass before slipping one hand between my legs, his talented fingers finding my throbbing clit. He rubs tight circles over the hard bud until I’m squirming and trying to buck my hips into his touch, but with his free hand, he keeps me pushed down, unable to move, a prisoner to his relentless touch.
“You like that, Lilly?”
I moan in response, and he chuckles.
“I know what you need, sweetheart. I know just what you need, don’t I?”
Again, I moan, but he wants more.
“Tell me,” he orders. “Tell me what you need. Tell me that you need me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight.” His voice is low and controlled. “Tell me how you want my big cock to fill you up so completely, all you can do is focus on taking it.”
I can already feel my orgasm building with his persistent attention on my clit. So close, but tortuously far, too. “I need you to fuck me, Luke,” I whimper. “I need your big cock inside me.” I cry out as he pinches my clit, just a little. “Fill me up, Luke.Please.”
