Page 46 of Out of Bounds

“I’m sorry,” she said, not wanting to waste any time. Saying a little prayer there was no one else in the hall to see them, she sighed, watching his eyes soften.

“Not used to saying those words, are you?” he asked, slowly backing her into her office.

She shook her head, stepping carefully as she allowed him to lead her, like they were on the dance floor. If she’d thought the idea of falling on her face was bad, the idea of falling on her ass, in front of Gunnar, was even worse. She could feel her pulse pick up, his gaze never leaving her.

“I do trust you. I don’t want to keep you at arm’s length. I’m just not very good at letting people in,” she whispered, feeling raw and exposed as the words left her lips. She hadn’t said anything like this to anyone, ever, and standing here now, waiting for him to respond, left her feeling like she could puke. What if he’d changed his mind? Decided that after how bitchy she’d been all day that he didn’t have any interest in her or what they had. Not that she had any idea what was going on between them, but now wasn’t the time to figure that out either.

“Good,” he said, kicking the door closed behind him. It shut with a bang, and her heart jumped a little. Gunnar didn’t skip a step though, still backing her up until her ass hit her desk. “Because I rather liked the girl I spent last night with.”

“Because she was easy?”

“Because she was real,” he said, leaning in until their foreheads were touching.

The gesture made Felicity’s pulse speed up even more. She felt connected to him, and they were barely even touching. How the hell did this man have such control over her?

“Oh,” she said, a shiver running through her.

“I understand you, Felicity,” he said.

“So you’ve said.” His mouth was so close to hers, and she was dying to kiss him. Every time he kissed her it got better and better, and she was sure that she could get lost in those kisses forever. She craved that feeling now but was too scared to actually make the first move.

“And I will keep saying it until you believe me,” he told her. “Or maybe it would be better if I showed you.”

Before Felicity could respond, Gunnar’s mouth was on hers. His kiss was hot and powerful, sending a whole new rush of emotions through her. This had been exactly what she had wanted, and yet it was even better than she was expecting. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, trying to get more and more of him. He tasted salty and sweet, reminding her of a chocolate-covered pretzel, but there was also an underlying spice that she couldn’t quite place. Whatever it was, it was all Gunnar, and it turned her on in ways she couldn’t express.

She let out a little moan as Gunnar gave her ass a squeeze, before his hands moved to her waistband, swiftly undoing the button. His fingertips tickled her bare skin just above her panties, making her wiggle against him, which made him groan in return. When he’d finally managed to push her pants off her hips, he grasped onto her waist, lifting her onto the desk, not once breaking their kiss.

The smooth wood was cold under her exposed backside, but the rest of her was so hot from all Gunnar’s attention she barely noticed. He'd moved away from her lips, placing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and neckline, nibbling at the delicate skin. Each new touch felt exquisite, like he’d been given a road map to all the places she had no idea could feel so good. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back, exposing her neck for more and more of whatever he wanted to do to her. Gunnar let out a low chuckle as he pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her black lace bra.

“Come to daddy,” he muttered, a greedy look on his face as he took in her cleavage. Continuing to kiss down her throat, he made his way to the swell of her breasts, each one being greeted in a similar fashion.

“As much as I like your tits, baby, there is something else I’ve been dying to try since last night,” Gunnar growled, dropping to his knees in front of her.

The feel of his warm breath against the fabric of her thong caught Felicity off guard. She let out a tiny squeak, reminding herself they were in her office and that someone could come looking for them at any time. Gunnar, however, seem wholly unconcerned with this, placing more and more kisses on the inside of her thighs. He ran a long finger across her damp panties, and she could feel herself getting even wetter. It didn’t seem to matter what he did, his touch was magic and was turning her into a puddle.

“Gunnar…please…” she moaned, wiggling her hips as much as she could, trying to get him to make the contact she was craving.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his kisses still landing everywhere but where she wanted. “Just one problem. This stupid thing is in the way.”

The sound of fabric ripping rang out against the wall of her office, right as Felicity felt Gunnar’s tongue make contact with her sex. Her eyes flew open, and her whole body lurched forward as she grabbed onto the back of his head for balance. He made his way straight for her clit, not bothering to tease her. Pleasure raced through her immediately. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire as he continued to suck and nibble at her. Forget a road map—this man must have had a homing device, knowing exactly the way she needed to be touched.

It didn’t take long for her climax to come barreling over her, a silent scream escaping her mouth. Her fingers tightened in Gunnar’s hair, which he seemed to take as his cue to double his efforts, sucking on her clit even harder than before. Felicity’s eyes flew shut as a million bright lights exploded behind them. But this wasn’t just any old orgasm—this was the kind of orgasm you compared all others to. The kind that you relived over and over again in your mind for years to come.

When Felicity had finally caught her breath, and the waves of pleasure had subsided, she reached down to pull Gunnar up to kiss her. His lips tasted tangy and sweet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to bring them closer together. Her whole body felt like jelly after that, but her desire for him hadn’t subsided in the least.

“Holy shit,” she muttered into their kiss.

“Hold on, princess, because I’m not done with you yet.”

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Gunnar pulled Felicity into him for another long, punishing kiss. The taste of her honey was still on his lips, and combined with the taste of her mouth, he felt like he was in heaven. Sex hadn’t been on his mind when he’d heard her call out his name after leaving his office, but as soon as he saw that look on her face as she ran into him, making her scream his name was all he could think about.

“Condom,” he growled, unsure how much longer he could hold off from being buried inside her. His cock strained against his jeans, wanting nothing more than to feel her touch. Going down on her had been about making her feel special—no, special wasn’t the right word. He just didn’t have a better one. But now, he needed to be one with her. Needed to feel her heat engulf him as they both experienced something that was only between them.

“Bottom drawer,” she huffed, still catching her breath from the orgasm he’d just given her.

“You keep condoms in your desk?” he teased. “So much for that being professional lecture you gave me this morning.”