Page 62 of Crossroads

“What are you doing?”

“Follow me,” he said, and I realized we were at Finnian’s office. He rented a small building downtown where he could meet with his clients and do his paperwork. He was an electrician and master carpenter, and did a lot of the contracting work around town. Bodhi was more of an artist, his carpentry coming through his furniture making, and it was a different skill set, but I knew the two worked together sometimes. When he closed the door behind him, my eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

“You looked a little flushed. I thought you could use some air conditioning.”

“That sounds pretty good to me. But we could have gone anywhere.”

“This place was closer.” And then his mouth was on me, and I couldn’t think. He pressed me against the door, his hands on my hips, and I groaned into him.

“What has gotten into you?”

“You looked so beautiful out there, and it was all I could do not to pull you to me and have my way with you. So now I’m the one who needs to get into you.”

I looked up at him and laughed. “Nice line.”

“I’m working on them. I’ll do better next time.”

Then his mouth was on mine, and I couldn’t think. He slid his hands up my shirt to cup my breasts, and I groaned, arching into him.

“Bodhi.”

“I want you. Now. Can you take me? I don’t want to go slow. But I know you’re hurting.”

“You can have all of me. Take me. I want to feel you inside me. It’s been too long.”

He’d been so fucking careful with me this past week. Barely a kiss, and now I wanted him to fuck me hard. I just needed him. I didn’t know when this would end, because I didn’t know our future, but I needed him in this moment.

He looked at me then and nodded before he picked me up by my waist.

I gasped and wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the back office. He tossed a couple of files on the floor, and I laughed before gasping. He tugged off my shirt, undid my bra, all in such quick succession that I could barely breathe. And then I found myself topless, sitting on Finnian’s desk as Bodhi’s mouth was on my breast.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, sliding my hands through his hair. He flicked one nipple, playing with my piercing, as he looked and sucked at my other nipple.

Everything ached, and I could barely think, but it didn’t matter. This was Bodhi, and this was all I wanted. All I needed. I tugged on his shirt, and he stood up, pulling it off with one arm. I immediately leaned forward and bit down on his pectoral.

“Minx,” he growled. He pulled at my hair slightly, being far more gentle than he had before, and crushed his mouth to mine, careful of the cut on my cheek.

It was somehow hard and soft at the same time, him being so gentle, and yet demanding.

This was Bodhi, always knowing the edge of what we needed. And I wanted everything.

We were a mess of flesh and teeth and grunting and groaning, and then my boots were off, and he tugged off my jean shorts and panties. My bare ass sat on the wooden desk, and I didn’t care. We would deal with the aftermath later.

Bodhi didn’t bother pulling off his jeans completely. Instead, he just undid them, pulled them down slightly under his ass, and pulled himself out.

I licked my lips and reached for him, squeezing the base of his cock.

“I need you inside me.”

“Let’s make sure you’re ready for me.”

He looked down between us and slid his fingers over my pussy. “Already wet from me. Such a little whore.”

“Your whore,” I teased.

“Damn straight.”