I peel my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere, and when I glance down, she's twisted around to look at me, her eyes raking over every inch of my bare chest, my abs, the V disappearing into my open jeans.
"Oh my God," she breathes, and her nails rake down my stomach, leaving thin red lines that make me hiss. "Your body."
I drag the head of my cock through her slick heat again, just to watch her shudder.
"It's not fair." She's still twisted around, eyes locked on the cut of my abs like she's memorizing them for later. "How do you even have time to look like this?"
"Do you want to discuss my work ethic, or you want me to fuck you?"
She grins. "You're right. Sorry. I need you inside me."
That's all I needed to hear.
I notch myself against her, gripping those perfect cheeks in both hands, watching as I push inside her tight, soaked cunt.
"Fuck," I groan, sinking in inch by inch, watching my cock disappear into her. "Christ, Josie, you feel—"
She moans, long and broken, her forehead dropping to the desk. "More.All of it."
I bottom out, both of us shuddering at the stretch, and for a second I just stay there, buried deep, my hands kneading her ass, my thumbs spreading her open so I can watch where we're joined.
"So.Big."
I start to move.
And there's no holding back.
I fuck her hard, my hips snapping against her ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the dark office. She's gripping the edge of the desk, her cheek pressed flat against the surface, moaning my name like a fucking prayer.
"Yes," she gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop—"
I won't. I can't.
Because she's the most beautiful goddamn thing I've ever seen. Bent over for me, taking every inch, her hair fanned across the desk and her back arched and those perfect tits swaying with every thrust.
Life was good before. Beachside was finally my reward for years of putting up with everyone's shit.
But this?
Thisis the real reward.
"You like that?" I growl.
I slide one hand up her spine and grip the back of her neck, holding her down, and she keens.
"Yes.God, yes—"
I can feel the pressure building, and I know looking down at the perfect sight beneath me, I'm not going to last. Not with her squeezing me like this, not with the sight of her wrecked and desperate and falling apart underneath me.
Fuck.I need to pull out.
"I'm close," I grit out. "Where do you want it?"
"Anywhere—I don't care—just—"
It takes every ounce of willpower I have, but at the last second I drag myself free, fisting my cock and groaning as I come all over her ass and the small of her back, painting her in long, hot streaks of my cum while she trembles against the desk.
"Holy shit," she whispers into the desk.
