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My body clenches around him, right along with my heart in my chest when he says those words. Needing him to move like I need air to breathe, I slide my hands forward more on the desk, lifting my ass and pushing back against him, forcing a loud curse out of his mouth.
“Please, Dean.”
My begging is all it takes for him to completely lose control. Or maybe it’s the way I whispered his name like a prayer. His arm around my stomach loosens its hold, and his hand slides back to my hip. And then he just takes me against this desk. He pumps in and out of me with rough, jerky movements, letting go of the tight hold he has on my hair to smack his hand down on the desk, fucking me harder, and wrecking me more completely.
It’s frenzied, and rough, and it hurts so deliciously good I never want it to end. Every wicked word he whispers against the side of my neck as he thrusts in and out of me, jerking my hips back to meet his powerful plunges, brings me closer to another release—and closer to losing my heart to him.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me.”
“Jesus, you’re perfect.”
“Where the hell have you been all my life?”
Over and over, he ruins me with his words while he bends me over this desk, and I just let it happen. I obey his commands when he orders me to touch myself, spread my legs wider, take more. Everything he does and says feels so absolutely right and perfect, and I know I’m never going to recover from what he’s doing to me.
Before I know it, I’m coming for a second time, my fingers working frantically over my clit as Dean grunts, and fucks, and rips this orgasm out of me, my voice indeed growing hoarse from shouting his name. He follows quickly behind, coming with a roar that would probably rattle the windows if there were any in this room, arm wrapping back around my stomach and holding me tight against him as he pumps his release into me.
My arm holding me up finally gives out, and I collapse forward on the desk, pressing my heated cheek against the cool wood. Dean follows me down, and his lips kiss their way up my spine. My panting breaths make a piece of paper flutter across the desk as he gently brushes my hair out of the way, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my shoulder before resting his forehead there to catch his own breath.
His cock is still pulsing inside me, and my body feels boneless and deliciously sore, but tears pool in my eyes for some stupid reason when his arm tightens around me and he just… hugs me to him, like he never wants to let me go.
But he has to. Because he’s going to leave in a few days.
“I don’t hear or see anything!”
My melancholy mood comes to an abrupt halt. I let out an ear-piercing scream, jerking up from the desk as Dean jerks out of me and stumbles back, when the closet door in the office flies open and slams against the opposite wall, and Bodhi comes flying out, yelling at the top of his lungs.
I’m pretty sure neither Dean nor I have ever moved this fast in our lives. I continue screaming while we scramble away from the desk, frantically scooping up our discarded clothes and trying to cover ourselves up as fast as possible.
“I’m just gonna see myself out and you can forget I was ever here!”
My screaming stops when I realize Bodhi is yelling louder than I am. I also realize he’s got both of his hands covering his eyes, and he’s shouting because he’s got his earbuds in. I can now hear the muffled sounds of loud rock music blasting in his ears as he stumbles around the room, bumping into walls and tripping over the garbage can in his haste to get out of here, with his hands still shielding his eyes.
“I just came in here to hide in the closet and smoke a bowl, but I gotta take a piss so fucking bad!” Bodhi continues to shout as Dean sighs and shakes his head as he scoops up my shirt from the ground and hands it to me after I shimmy back into my shorts. “I swear to God as soon as I figured out what was going on, I did not listen, and I put on some music to respect your privacy! Ow! Fuck! Man, I’m so high right now.”
Dean takes pity on Bodhi when he walks face-first into the closed office door with his hands still over his eyes. Walking over to him, grabbing his shoulders, and moving him out of the way, Dean opens the door and shoves him out into the hallway.
Bodhi turns around with his eyes still covered, the loud music still blasting in his ears. “Thank you kindly! If you could just grab my weed from the closet, I’ll—”
Dean slams the door in Bodhi’s face, immediately cutting him off.
“Rude!” we hear Bodhi yell from the other side of the door before the sound of his flip-flops smacking against the ground fades away.
Dean finally turns around to face me. It’s quiet for a few seconds as we stare at each other with wide eyes, and then we both start laughing as he pulls his shirt he was holding in his hand over his head.
And I try to forget just how much he’s ruined me here tonight and just concentrate on how much fun we’ll have over the next few days—in my completely chaotic life—until he leaves me and goes back to his quiet one.
Chapter 16
Dean
“For fuck’s sake, can I shake it now?”
“I just want to know where your head is at, Laura.”
“It’s on top of my neck, Karen.”
“Stop being an asshole, and give me the goods!”
