Page 48 of Indebted

I tried to do as he said, and he slid in another inch.

This time we both moaned, the pain no longer front and center. In fact, it started to fade, his fingers between my legs, driving my need higher and higher.

“That’s it, Katie. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” Justin groaned as he seated himself to the base.

He filled every inch of me, my body like a glove around his pulsing cock.

“You feel so good, Katie,” he captured my mouth with his. Lips hot, tongue wet. I opened for him and he growled his approval. His hips pulled back and my hands slapped against his hips, trying to keep him tight inside. His chuckle vibrated against my chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” his eyes locked with mine as if he were saying something else with those words.

My chest cracked open and something dangerous flooded in.

Hope.

It was too much.

Sitting here, naked, with Justin, our eyes locked, was a level of intimacy I’d never experienced. It terrified me.

Shit.

I shut my eyes as he rocked back into me.

“Open your eyes.”

“No.” Oh god, what if he saw everything? I was exposed, laid bare in more ways than one.

What have I done?

He rocked back and plunged back in, hard.

I cried out at the pleasure. My body alive, glowing from the inside.

“I said. Open. Your. Eyes.” He punctuated every word with a thrust. The desk shook underneath us. I knew it would only be a matter of time till someone came to investigate the noise. Our absence.

The anticipation only heightened my arousal.

I did what he said, opening my eyes.

The bright blue of his rocked me to my core.

He wanted me in this moment, I could see it plain as day. But that didn’t mean he’d always want me. He could easily tire of me.

Just like my mom.

I didn’t want him to tire of me. I wanted him to look at me every day like he was now. I wanted to wake up in his arms like I had when he’d taken care of me. I wanted…everything.

Oh, shit.

I fucking loved Justin Kingston.

“What’re you thinking?” a frown marred his perfect brow.

My throat had gone dry and I swallowed like a fish out of water, trying to think of something—anything to say. “That I need to enjoy this.”

It was true.

My grip tightened on his hips, sliding to cup his perfect ass. It tightened as he drove into me, over and over.

Voices sounded outside his office, but I didn’t pay them any attention. I could feel myself getting close. I ground down on him, frantic with need. “Justin.”