Page 61 of Falling for a Grumpy Hero

“That’s it, Lila. Take what you need. Show me how much you want me.”

I moaned in response, moving faster against him as sparks of pleasure zapped through me. Deciding that I didn’t even care if I was being indecent right now, I gripped his shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other around the nape of his neck, feeling the short hairs there brush against my skin.

A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled in his chest and he wrenched his mouth away from mine suddenly, his eyelids hooded as he watched me so intently that I couldn’t even be embarrassed. My hips arched into him, my thighs trembling as I let my head drop back.

Man, that feels good. Why does it feel so good with him? My toes were practically curling and he’d only kissed me, but he was also standing his ground, firm and unwavering as I rode him without really even riding him.

It’s absurd. So absurd, but so freaking good. My thoughts started spinning, but just as I approached the point of no return, he grunted and took a step back.

“No.” A single syllable but said with so much force that I knew there was no point in arguing. “Your pleasure belongs to me now.”

Panting like a dog in heat, I arched my eyebrows and swiped my tongue across my dry lips. “What does that mean?”

“It means that tonight, I decide when you come.” He winked and claimed my mouth for another searing kiss.

“You really are bossy. Have I told you that yet?” My protest came out as something between a whine and a plea, but I honestly didn’t care what I sounded like. “So bossy.”

A slow smirk spread on his lips, but he took another step back and walked around his desk, sitting down in his chair and beckoning me to him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk right now. My knees had checked out, but the desk was covered in paperwork, so I couldn’t just spin and—Oh!

Ford must’ve noticed the same thing at the same time because he stuck out both arms and swept away everything my path. Papers went flying—papers I’d probably end up having to sort out tomorrow, but that was a future-me problem.

Present-me grinned and spun to face him. He reached out to grab my knees and tugged me to the other edge of the desk this time, then reached under my dress and tugged at my wet panties. Rolling them off as if my ass wasn’t in the way, he groaned and looked up at me as he spread my thighs apart.

All I saw in his eyes was lust and longing. Zero uncertainty. His jaw clenched as he ran his fingertips up and down the insides of my legs from ankles all the way to the liquid heat of my center. I thought he would stop when he reached it, but he didn’t, holding my gaze as I felt a finger push at my entrance.

I gasped, trembling again when he slowly slid that finger into me without ever looking away. I squirmed a little, mostly because I needed more. More of everything. Yes, please.

Ford sat there in his chair, his forearm disappearing under my dress as he hooked that finger deep inside me. I moaned. He did it again and again before he finally used his free hand to shove my dress further up, exposing me—and the spot where we were joined—completely.

A husky, whispered curse fell out of him as his gaze dropped. He moved his finger out again, his lips parting as he watched it disappearing back inside when he pushed in. Determined not to suddenly start letting inhibitions hold me back now, I started moving my hips in time with the rhythm he was setting, and slid both my hands into his dark hair.

Another curse came out before he leaned forward and, without any warning whatsoever, sucked my clit into his mouth. I nearly flew off the damn desk as the heat of his mouth gave me what I’d needed. It put me right back to where I’d been before, on a train rapidly approaching the turns-out-it’s-not-so-elusive female orgasm.

He tightened his grip on my hip, the fabric of my dress bunched up in his hand to make sure he kept it up. My back bowed, my entire body shaking as the first wisps of pleasure started swirling deep inside.

When his finger hooked again at the same time that he brushed his teeth against my clit, the train smashed right through the darn station and I screamed. Vaguely aware that we were in the office and that we’d be so totally busted if anyone came back to pick up some paperwork or something, I tried to bite back the moan that followed the scream, my teeth sinking into my lower lip.

I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had a suspicion my attempt had failed. Sounds were coming from somewhere and it might have been from me, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. My eyes screwed shut, my hips bucked, and even my shoulders twitched.

It flowed through me from my core to my toes, my fingers, and everything in between. Ford didn’t stop until I sagged. Then he moved forward on his chair to catch me, bringing me into his lap and claiming my mouth for another kiss.

I felt him pressing into me, his cock so hard that it was like he’d stuck a rock down his pants. Suddenly overcome with the need to take care of him the way he’d just taken care of me, I started to climb off him to get on my knees, but he grabbed my hips and held me firm.

When I stopped trying to move, his hands dropped to his fly and I felt him undoing it, but he didn’t stop kissing me. He didn’t even stop as he lifted himself off the chair a little to shove his pants down just far enough.

His cock jumped free and immediately nestled between my slick folds. I moaned when I felt it pressing against me, so hot and hard, and yet so soft too. I finally opened my eyes for a moment. Our gazes clashed and neither of us moved.

Our heavy breaths intermingled, both of us flushed, our hair tousled and messy. Ford produced a condom from his pocket, his head cocking as he lifted a hand to show me the package. He didn’t need to say the words for me to know he was asking if it was okay. I nodded, lowering my mouth back to his and giving him a long, slow, and gentle kiss.

All the while, I felt his hands moving between us, and the next thing I knew, they were back on my hips, lifting me against his now covered shaft. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered about his injury and worry trickled through me, but he wasn’t having it.

As soon as I stilled, uncertain how to do this without risking further injury, he groaned into our kiss and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. My body protested the loss of him immediately, but not for long.

He rose too, eyes on mine until he started turning me. It was only then that I realized what he was about to do. Oh my. My boss is about to bend me over his desk.

My insides clenched and pulsated, and I breathed out a low moan as he pressed his palm against my back. I didn’t need any further encouragement, leaning over and gripping the edge of the desk. Now facing the hallway—and my office—I was more grateful than ever that he’d drawn the blinds, but I was also wondering if we should try this with them open at some point.

The risk could be fun.