I lift her easily and set her on the edge of my desk. Papers shift beneath her, but neither of us cares. My hands move to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one while I kiss her neck.
She breathes my name softly and reaches for my shirt, her fingers working the buttons open. When her blouse falls open, I push it off her shoulders, revealing smooth skin glowing warm in the desk lamp’s light. I kiss down her collarbone, then lower, tasting her.
She shrugs my shirt off my shoulders and runs her hands over my chest. Her touch is steady, but I can feel the slight tremble in her fingers.
I unfasten her skirt and slide it down her legs along with her underwear, leaving her in just her heels. I step back for a moment just to look at her sitting on my desk like this, blouse open, hair slightly messy, city lights faint behind her through the window.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say quietly. “I don’t deserve the way you look at me tonight.”
She pulls me back to her and kisses me again, deeper this time. I can feel how much she wants this. How much she’s choosing this. It does something dangerous to my chest.
I pick her up again, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her across the office to the large leather couch against the far wall.
I lay her down gently on it. The city lights coming through the window paint her body in soft silver and shadow. I kneel between her thighs and kiss my way down her stomach, slow and deliberate. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I look up at her.
“Let me taste you,” I say, voice low.
She nods, breathing already unsteady.
I spread her thighs wider and lean in. I lick her slowly, savoring the way she tastes, the way her hips twitch when I circle her clit with my tongue.
She moans softly, one hand sliding into my hair. I take my time, licking and sucking gently, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them slowly while my tongue works her clit. Her moans grow louder, sweeter, filling the quiet office.
“Zane…” she gasps, her thighs starting to tremble around my shoulders.
I groan against her, the sound vibrating through her body. I keep the rhythm steady and patient, completely focused on her pleasure. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her back arches as she gets closer.
Her thighs start to shake around my shoulders, and her moans turn into soft, desperate sounds. I keep my mouth on her, lickingand sucking with steady pressure while my fingers curl inside her.
When she comes, it’s beautiful. Her back arches off the couch, and she cries out my name, her fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair. I stay with her through every wave, licking her gently until her body finally relaxes.
I rise up and move over her. She looks up at me with flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. I push my pants and underwear down just enough and settle between her thighs. My cock is aching, hard and heavy. I brace one hand beside her head and look down at her.
“Are you sure?” I ask quietly, my voice rough.
Celine reaches up and touches my face again, the same gentle reversal that undid me earlier. “I’m sure,” she whispers. “I want you, Zane.”
I push into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet heat of her body. We both groan at the same time.
When I’m fully inside her, I stay there, forehead resting against hers, just breathing together. The feeling is overwhelming. Not just physical. Something much deeper.
“You feel perfect,” I murmur against her lips. “So fucking perfect.”
I start to move, slow and deep. Every thrust is deliberate. I want her to feel all of me. She wraps her legs around my waist and meets my rhythm, her hands sliding over my back. The office is quiet except for our breathing and the soft sounds of our bodies moving together. The city lights glow faintly through the window, casting shifting patterns across her skin.
I kiss her deeply as I thrust into her, then pull back to look at her face. I need to see her. I need her to see me. “This is different,” I say between breaths, voice low. “You know that, right? This isn’t just… fuck.”
“I know,” she breathes, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I know, Zane.”
Her words hit me somewhere deep. I thrust harder, still controlled but more urgent now. She moans loudly, her head falling back against the couch. I lean down and kiss her neck, her collarbone, anywhere I can reach while I move inside her. The pleasure builds slowly, powerfully, wrapping around both of us.
When she comes again, she clenches tight around me, crying out softly as her body trembles beneath mine.
The feeling of her pulsing around my cock is too much. I groan deeply, burying my face in her neck as my own release hits me hard. I thrust deep one last time and come inside her, pulsing again and again as intense pleasure rolls through me.
We stay like that for a long time, still joined, breathing hard against each other. I press soft kisses to her shoulder and the side of her neck. Eventually, I shift us so I’m lying on the couch with her on top of me, her head resting against my chest. My hand strokes slowly up and down her bare back. She feels small and warm against me. I listen to her breathing gradually slow down.
I don’t speak. There are no words that feel big enough for what just happened. For the fact that she heard every ugly truth I gave her tonight and still came to me. Still chose me.
