Page 152 of Double Puck

I didn't know I could crave something that badly.

But when Beck looks at me the way he's looking at me right now, I'd do anything he asked.

Anything.

"Lock the door," I say.

Beck is out of his chair so fast it's genuinely athletic. The lock clicks, and he falls to his knees in front of me. His mouth crashes into mine and we're moving faster than we ever have before.

"Darcy Madden." He yanks at the buttons of my blouse. "Committing crimes in a mental health facility. I've never been more attracted to you."

I reach for the button of his jeans, pulling it free. "Hurry up, before I change my mind."

"No you won't."

He's right. I won't.

My blouse hits the floor. His shirt follows, and I get my hands on that ridiculous body, covered in warm skin and hard muscle.

I bite his shoulder and he groans and spins me around, bending me over the arm of the chair. My trousers disappear quickly, followed by my panties.

"Look at you." His palm slides up my spine, slow, and I melt onto the cushion. "Perfect little analyst, bent over in a therapist's office. What would the report say about this?"

"Highly irregular behavior."

"Mm." His fingers slide over my clit, rubbing smooth circles that make me moan. "I'd call it a breakthrough."

He slides a single finger inside my pussy, and every clever thing I was going to say dies immediately.

"Already this wet?" He drags two fingers through me, torturously slow, rubbing my walls with the pads of his fingers. "God, Darce. We've been in here twenty minutes."

"Beck—" I moan, eyes fluttering as he slides a third finger in. "Oh, God. We don't have long, Beck. Please. I need you."

"I know," he growls, the scruff of his face moving up my spine with peppered kisses making my skin prickle. "I promise I'll make this quick. But don't mistake my efficiency for lack of quality… I think you've learned that by now. Now spread those cheeks for me, I want to see everything when I'm fucking you."

I reach back and do as I'm told, the gentle breeze cool against my exposed rear.

"Fuck yes. So damn sexy."

I hear his belt, his zipper, and then the thick heat of his cock pressing against me. I push back because patience is for people who haven't slept with Beck Morrison.

He pushes inside me in one long stroke, and the moan that tears out of him is deep and ragged.

"Fuck." His forehead drops against my shoulder, cock sliding deeper. "Every time, Darce. You feel so good."

He starts to move and his hand slides up my body, over my ribs, cupping my breast before eventually landing around my throat. My body shivers at the possessiveness as he closes there, fingers finding my pulse.

"Yes. Yes…"

I grab his wrist and press his fingers tighter.

"That's it." His voice is pure gravel against my ear. "Take what you need. That's my girl."

The praise hits me straight down my spine, and I clench around him hard enough that he swears into my hair. He fucks me slow and deep over the arm of Dr. Poppy Sinclair's chair, his hand at my throat, murmuring filth and worship in equal measure.

"So good, so perfect," he groans. "I love you, Darcy Madden. So fucking much."

I come apart embarrassingly fast, biting down on my own forearm to keep from screaming in a building full of my colleagues.