Page 5 of Happily Ever Maybe

“You’re sure as hell a distraction right now,” he mumbledagainst me. In answer, I crushed my mouth to his. I was tired of thisconversation. I just wanted to do the thing I’d been imagining since I methim—taste him.

He slid his hands up my shirt, and I pulled back, arms overmy head as he tugged it off.

I did the same to him, and then his fingers were suddenly onmy bra, the tan fabric falling to the floor. I groaned when his hands moved tomy chest, his thumb and forefinger playing with my nipple. I didn’t have largebreasts; they barely filled his palms, but they were sensitive.

When he kept rolling them, I groaned and rocked into him. Icould feel his erection against my stomach. He was long, thick—a fucking steel pipe. And soon, it would be mine.

I grinned against his lips before his mouth went to mynipple, sucking on the bud. He bit down gently, and the sensation warmed mefrom the inside. I pressed my thighs together, my clitthrobbing with each heartbeat.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered before moving me to mydesk. We were in the middle of the office. Anyone with a key could walk in atany moment. And we knew every single person who had a key.

But I didn’t care.

Instead, I put my hands on the desk and lifted myself up.When I put my butt on the surface, he grinned and lowered to his knees.

There was nothing more beautiful than a strong man with amuscled back kneeling between your legs.

It was a masterpiece. A fucking workof art.

When he undid my boots, I spread my legs for him, helpinghim when he went to my zipper.

“I need to taste you.”

“Then get on it, big boy,” I teased.

He grinned and smacked a kiss to my lips before pulling atmy pants. I moved, feeling slightly vulnerable when he pulled my panties down.He was still partially dressed, his pants and boots on, and here I was, nakedon my desk, my computer against my back.

He shifted me so there was nothing behind me, just a fewfiles that weren’t important.

And then he was on his knees again, his hands on my innerthighs.

He looked up at me, those eyes of his seeing far too muchbefore he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right above my knee.

I shivered, and my legs nearly clamped around his head.

He must have noticed the movement because he grinned beforekissing my other thigh and trailing more toward my center. His beard was soft,which had surprised me during our kiss. He must use beard oil for it. It wasn’trough and dirty. I liked some things rough and dirty but not facial hair.

I needed him. And that should scare me because he was myfriend. But this was just for today. Only for this moment. We were getting itout of our systems. I was fine with that.

And then his mouth was on my cunt,and I was swallowing hard, head thrown back as he licked and sucked at me.

“You’re so fucking sweet. Likehoney on my tongue.”

I wasn’t typically a fan of guys talking during sex.Usually, they just grunted and mumbled my name in an unintelligible way thatsaid they weren’t really into it, just getting off. But for some reason, I wantedGus to talk. I needed him to tell me what I tasted like, what he desired.

As if he could read my damn mind,he did.

“You’re going to come on my face, on my tongue, and thenyou’re going to lay back so I can fill you with my cock. Are you ready forthat, Jen?”

I licked my lips and slid one hand up to my breast, cuppingmyself. I pinched my nipple, meeting his gaze. “You talk a lot for a guy notgetting me off.”

He grinned as if it were a challenge—which it damn well was—before returning to eating me out, slowlydelving his tongue between my folds. He didn’t meet my gaze. Instead, hewatched my wet pussy, enough that I should feel embarrassed, but I couldn’t.All I could do was want him, crave him.

He lapped me up, his tonguetwisting around my clit. When he speared me with twofingers, I wasn’t prepared. I gasped, nearly falling off the desk. But he keptme steady, one hand on my thigh and the other fuckingme, even as he continued to taste and lick.

It was too much. I put both hands on the desk, keeping myselfsteady so I wouldn’t fall. And then I was coming, nearly ricocheting off thedesk and onto his face as I trembled, my clitthrobbing, my pussy clenching. But he continued to eat, kept savoring.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled against me before kissing mypussy, then my thighs again. Before I could blink, he was licking and suckingup my body, paying particular attention to my nipples. Then his mouth was onmine, his hand on the back of my head, in control. And I let him. For thismoment, I let him.