Page 59 of Dumped for a Christmas Tree Farmer

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“I know.” I bend down, leaning my other palm on top of the blueprints. My lips against the shell of her ear. “But I just had the damnest thought about you, Indigo.”

Her spine curves, her ass lifting a few inches higher, and I watch her skin come alive with goosebumps.

“What’s that?” she breathes.

“I thought about how hot it would be to walk into that meeting tonight knowing my cum is dripping down your thigh.” I bite down on her earlobe before dropping a soft kiss against her throat.

Her hand stretches behind her head, and she pulls the strands of her hair to the other side, revealing the long column of her neck, exposed and so biteable.

“To a client meeting?”

“Uh huh. All evening I’d sit there and know that you’d be squeezing those pretty little thighs together, trying to hold me inside you whilst you convince this guy to sell his building to us.”

She groans, her head dipping as her eyes close.

“Do you want that, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head, licking her lips, her hand inching closer to mine.

“No? So if I lifted this tight little corporate skirt up around your hips, I wouldn't find you soaked for me?”

She swallows, and I watch the slow roll of her throat as she shifts on her feet.

“Nope, not even a little,” she lies, her eyes dipping down to my lips.

“I don’t think I can have my business partner lying to me, Indigo. We’re supposed to be building a foundation of trust here, aren’t we? And I think you’re full of it,” I croon, my voice lowering an octave as the rumble against her neck sends a shiver down her spine.

Her lips part, her breathing increasing, and I let my hand slide a little lower until I cup her ass. Shifting my body so I’m lined up behind her, pushing her thighs against the desk, I press my cock into the crook of her ass. Hard, with a lack of patience, I switch tactics.

“I’ve thought of nothing else, Indigo. Nothing except the taste of you, the feel of your cunt wrapped around my cock.” I press my fingers hard into her hips, and she pushes back against me, rolling her ass up and around my cock.

Heaven.

“The things I want to do to you, sweetheart. You have no idea . . .”

“I have some idea, Mav.” She twists around, her eyes blown wide, her bottom lip swollen as if she’s been biting down on it.

With slow fingers, she lifts the hem of her skirt, dragging it up her thighs, revealing her bare, toned legs, spread wide enough that I could fit my face between them. I run my hand up the side, waiting for her confirmation before I do anything further. Our mouths are inches apart, so close I can feel her warm breath on my lips.

“Please . . .” she whispers.

“Please, what?”

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel yo—”

I’ve heard enough, cutting her off with a bruising kiss, I nip at her lower lip, drawing it between my teeth and sucking. Her hands slide across my chest, hastily undoing each button until her palms are on my bare skin.

I’ve missed this.

How have I got anything done? How have I managed six weeks without this?

My hands drag around her backside, lifting her up onto the table before I slide down my zipper, her eyes tracking the movement.

She groans. “I’d almost forgotten how big you are.”

“You’re gonna remember real fast, Indigo.”