Page 52 of Cast to be Mine

He backed me up until my ass hit the edge of the desk. Without breaking the kiss, he swept an arm across it—props clattering to the floor, scripts and photos scattering. The sound barely registered. I hopped up onto the cleared surface, legs wrapping around his hips as he stepped between them.

“Fuck, Grace,” he growled, voice rough. His fingers worked my jeans open. I lifted my ass from the desk while he jerked the jeans and my panties down my legs. I kicked them off while reaching for the button on his pants. I was clumsy, especially with his tongue halfway down my throat.

I reached around and grabbed his ass and pulled him back between my legs. His hand slid between my thighs and pushed them wider. I felt his knuckles against me and moaned again. One finger brushed over me before pushing inside. I dropped my head back as delicious sensations rippled through my body.

A second finger pushed inside, curling deep, pumping fast. His mouth was on my neck and breasts and then back to my mouth. It was too much. I couldn’t think straight. My hands roamed his broad back, squeezed his biceps and down to his toned ass. My orgasm built quick and sharp. I came hard, thighs clamping around his hand, moaning his name as waves crashed through me.

I reached for his thick length. I’d just had an amazing orgasm, but I wanted another. I needed all of him. I stroked him once, twice, loving the way he hissed.

“Dammit, I want to fuck you,” he groaned.

“So do it.”

He stepped back and pointed a finger at me. “Stay put.”

He walked out of the room. My breathing was still coming fast. I refused to think about the fact I was naked on his desk in his memorabilia room. He strolled back in, tearing a condom wrapper and then he was sliding it down that gorgeous cock of his.

He grabbed my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the desk. His chest was eye level. And damn, it was perfect.

“You want this?” he asked, his mouth brushing against mine.

“Yes.”

“Thank God.”

He thrust inside me in one smooth stroke. We both groaned. He filled me perfectly. The stretch stung in the best way. I dug my nails into his shoulders. He fucked me hard and fast from the start. We were both desperate. Two weeks of foreplay will do that to you.

It felt like he’d been holding back for too long. The desk rocked with every snap of his hips. My tits bounced. I tried to open my legs wider. He reached down and hooked his arm under my knee and lifted my leg.

“Oh shit,” I gasped.

“Fuck!” He roared and jerked his hips, getting impossibly deep.

“Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me harder, Micah.”

He did, pounding into me, one hand gripping my hip, the other holding my leg up and opening me to him. Pleasure coiled again, tighter. I leaned back on my elbows, watching him fuck me. The sight alone nearly undid me.

He dropped my leg, pulled out, and jerked me off the desk. I felt like a ragdoll, completely at his mercy. He spun me around and pushed at my back.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

I did as he asked. He slapped my ass. I groaned and dropped my lower half to the desk. My cheek pressed to the cool wood. He entered me from behind, going deeper than before. He hit that perfect spot inside. One hand fisted in my hair, the other smacked my ass lightly before gripping it. Skin slapped skin. His balls slapped against me. I pushed back, meeting every thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he panted. “So tight. So fucking wet for me.”

I clenched around him, close again. I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction. The man was a skilled lover. I fell over the edge and cried out, slapping at the desk. He followed seconds later, burying deep with a guttural groan.

“Holy shit,” he murmured before he slowly pulled out. I pushed myself up and turned to face him. His chest heaved. We both grinned at each other.

“My bedroom,” he said.

I was so relieved he wasn’t loading me up into a cab and sending me on my way.

He led me to his bedroom. I glanced around, taking in the massive bed, dark furnishings, and what I was pretty sure was a Monet on the wall.

He walked into the adjoining bathroom and returned with a box of condoms. I laughed as he held it up and waved.

Thank God, because I was already aching for round two.