Page 47 of Out of Bounds

She swatted at him, sticking her tongue out in response. He captured her tongue between his lips, kissing her hard and deep. Lightning shot through him when their tongues met, making his dick even harder than it already was.

“In my purse,” she corrected him.

Gunnar circled the desk, pulling open the drawer and cautiously digging in her purse. He knew women were weird about their bags, so Felicity trusting him to do this wasn’t lost on him. He grabbed the foil packet from the side pocket and ripped it open with his teeth, starting to undo his pants.

“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” he asked, pulling her back into his arms. Her face flushed a pink that he’d never seen on her before, and he made a mental note to say that to her again, just to get this reaction. He loved that she owned her sexuality enough to carry condoms in her purse, but he couldn’t help but wonder just how lacking those encounters must have been if telling her she was sexy made her blush.

Today was not going to be lacking, however. He had no idea what was going on between them, or if this was the last time such a thing would happen. But he was going to make sure that she got the ride of her life.

Kissing his way down her neck again, he sucked lightly against her collar bone. She whimpered under his touch, and he continued down her front. Her perfect tits were still encased in her bra, and under any other circumstance he would take his time worshipping them until she couldn’t take it anymore. But he was on a mission. Sheathing himself and letting the wrapper flutter to the floor, he scooted Felicity to the very edge of the desk, teasing her with his cock. She mewled every time the crown brushed against her clit, driving him insane.

“Stop teasing me…please…” she whimpered. “Fuck me…please…”

“I like it when you beg, beautiful,” he said, lining himself up with her entrance and sinking into her. She let out a groan of appreciation as he filled her, her insides welcoming him like this was where his dick belonged. He gave her a moment to adjust before pulling back and then sliding right back into her again.

“You're so fucking tight,” he groaned, picking up the pace. She responded by squeezing his dick with her pussy, sending bolts of lust shooting through him. Her mouth found his again, desperate for more contact with each other as their bodies met.

For as good as this felt, though, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Reaching down, his hands found her ass, and he lifted her off the desk, making sure he stayed buried inside her. He spun them around ninety degrees and pushed her back up against the wall, giving him the leverage he needed.

“I need to fuck you, hard,” he growled, pumping into her again. She was hot, wet, and felt so fucking good. Felicity cried out, snaking her arms around his neck as her legs wrapped tightly around him.

“Gunnar…” she cried out, her insides clamping down on him.

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

He picked up his pace, driving harder and harder into her with each thrust, making her tits bounce up and down in her bra. It was almost too much to handle. Leaning down, he captured her breast with his mouth, seeking out her nipple through the soft, lace fabric. Felicity let out a noise unlike anything Gunnar had ever heard as his teeth clamped down on the taut peak, spurring him on even more.

It wasn’t much longer before he felt Felicity’s insides contract around him, her whole body going stiff as she arched into him, screaming out his name and digging her nails into his shoulders. The pain from her nails was washed away by the feel of her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth, his own climax raging through him. Everything around him disappeared, except for the stunning blonde in his arms. It was as if they were the only two people on earth, and the only thing that mattered was the connection they had just shared.

Walking over to the leather guest chair that sat opposite her desk, Gunnar collapsed into it, Felicity still in his arms. She slumped forward, resting her forehead in the crook of his neck, as she let out a long, satisfied sigh. Gunnar lazily ran his hand up and down her back, feeling her soft skin underneath his fingertips. She felt so amazing in his arms, her feminine curves making her fit perfectly against him.

“What time is it?” she asked, her face still buried in his neck.

“That’s the first thing you have to say after some pretty epic office sex?” he asked, laughing. Only Felicity.

Sitting up, she smiled at him, looking plenty satisfied and maybe slightly groggy. She lightly ran her finger along his collarbone and down to his pec, where she traced the stars over his heart.

“I have a one o’clock with Becky to go over projected travel expenses,” she said, still focused on the stars. “And I do believe you are expected at the training facility.”

Gunnar groaned at the reminder of responsibility. He’d much rather just sit here in a post-sex haze with Felicity in his arms. For as much as he loved his job and knew that an afternoon on the pitch with Liam and the other players would be a blast, sitting here like this with her was hard to top.

She slid off his lap, adjusting her bra as she stood. He watched as she spun around, looking for her shirt, which was crumpled on her desk chair. Grabbing her by the wrist before she picked up her shirt, he pulled her back into his lap, stealing another kiss.

“Just where are you rushing off to?” he asked, enjoying the feel of her squirming in his lap, half trying to escape his grasp and half trying to right her wardrobe.

“Did you miss how I just said that I have a one o’clock with Becky?”

Gunnar glanced at his watch, doing some quick math in his head, for both their sakes. “Slow down, beautiful. By my estimate we have at least another fifteen minutes before either one of us needs to leave or be anywhere. Let’s just enjoy the moment.”

“Enjoy the moment? We’re at work, not on vacation.”

“I am aware of where we are, Effie.”

“And this,” she said, pointing in between them, “is just sex.”

“No, no, beautiful, we talked about this,” he replied, tugging her in closer. He could feel how tense she was in his arms, and he hated that. He never wanted her anything but happy and relaxed if he was holding her. “No more walls. I don’t know what this is between us, but I think we both know it’s not just sex.”

“I’m not good at relationships,” she admitted, looking away from him. He didn’t need to see her face to know the look in her eyes. It was the same vulnerability that was there the night he put her to bed in Florida, and he loved that she was willing to admit this to him. “Just sex.”