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“Where?” she asked against his mouth. The word parted her lips just enough for him to push his way inside as he kissed her. The kiss was hard and frantic...for both of them. She reached up to grip his hair with her fingers.
“There has to be somewhere...” He ground out the words. “Wait...isn’t your dad’s old worktable back in—”
“Dad’s office? Yes!”
Her father’s so-called office was really just a small alcove behind the pegboard wall with all the parts on it. Dad had done most of his paperwork on the kitchen table in the house, but he liked the idea of having an official office. He’d moved his own grandfather’s ancient worktable back there. It made for a very large, sturdy desk. Almost...bed-sized. He’d added an office chair and a few tall metal file cabinets.
Mike was already pushing her backward in that direction, still kissing her, when she put her hands on his shoulders.
“Wait.”
He froze. “You want to stop?” His eyes were warm with concern. And more than a little disappointment.
“Oh, no—not stopping.” She gave a soft laugh. “I was just going to say there’s a pile of old blankets and pads in that plastic bin in the corner. Dad used them to protect things he brought back here for repair, especially the antique stuff. They’ll be a lot softer under my butt than solid wood.”
Mike chuckled. “I’m more than willing to be the one with his butt on the desktop, but that sounds like a great idea. For the record...” He winked as he turned for the bin. “I’m really glad you weren’t telling me you wanted to stop.”
“Did you bring protection?” She cut in front of him so she could move a few papers—and wipe a good layer of dust—from the table. It was already pushed into the corner of the office space. That would reduce the chances of them rolling onto the floor if they got carried away. She couldn’t stop marveling at what they were doing.
“Yes,” Mike answered, “But they’re not as colorful as last time.”
Zoey shook out the blankets and made a nest with them on top of the desk, tossing some pillows in the corner. “Despite all your grumbling, you’re pretty good at thisdirty little secretthing.”
“Oh, honey,” he answered, stepping behind her and wrapping one arm around her waist. With the other, he tossed the condoms onto the blankets. “I’m good at a lot of things.”
He kissed the back of her neck while his fingers found the zipper on the front of her shorts. He unfastened them and pushed them below her hips before turning her to face him.
“And one of the things I’m good at is imagining you sitting on the edge of this desk while I sit in that chair and devour you.”
The image was so flat out sexy that it seemed to stun both of them. They stared at each other, wide-eyed, as if to sayare we really doing this?Then Zoey came to her senses and kicked off her shorts and panties before hopping onto the desk. She swept her hair back over her shoulder and arched one eyebrow high.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
MIKEWASN’TONEto leave a lady waiting, so he pulled the desk chair over, took a seat and gave his best friendtwoscreaming orgasms. Then he joined her on the desk after shedding his clothes. The packing blankets didn’t exactly make the desk feel like a mattress, but they helped make kneeling over her easier.
Once he’d teased her into another little pop of pleasure with his fingers, he grabbed a condom and settled into her with a happy groan. The desk wasn’t great for catching traction for pushing, but they worked themselves around so that his feet were against the file cabinet and her head was against a cushion propped against the wall. There was laughter involved, which didn’t diminish the sexiness of the moment one bit.
He rocked into her again and again until his vision went white and he came with a barely contained cry of wordless sound. Making love to this woman in silence just didn’t seem possible.
And now she was asleep in his arms, her leg wrapped over his thigh, her breasts soft and warm against his chest. Her head was on his arm, which had itself fallen asleep half an hour ago, but he didn’t care. It was a warm night, so they were able to lie there without a covering. They hadn’t turned any lights on in the office, but there was plenty of shop light coming over the wall and through all the holes in the pegboard.
Desktop sex was a first for him. All in all, the big old table worked well. With a few more pillows added, he’d be very happy to do it here again. Hell, even without pillows, he’d make love to her right now...if she was awake. She snorted a soft snore and stirred before cuddling back against him with a sigh. He ran his fingers through her long, dark hair, clearing a few knots formed from their vigorous lovemaking. He traced his knuckles lightly across her cheek.
This office would get chilly in the wintertime, but for the next couple months, they could make this work. He smiled. Because there was no way in hell this...uh...casual sex...wasn’t going to keep happening. He wasn’t giving her up, and he had a feeling she wanted it as much as he did.
She shifted again next to him, and he gripped her tightly. Her eyes swept open.
“Relax. I’m not going to fall off the desk.”
He eased his grip a bit. “Just making sure.” He shifted his own weight to ease pressure on his hip. “A real bed would be safer and more comfortable, though. Maybe come to my place next time?”
“You’re presuming there’ll be a next time.” She kissed his neck, taking the sting away from the words. “Kidding—of course I want a next time. But how am I supposed to sneak into your house without the whole damn neighborhood talking about it?”
She had a point. His house was in an older neighborhood where people loved to watch the goings-on. “I could have a bed delivered out here some weekend when Hazel’s with her dad.”
Zoey snorted. “And if she sees a freakin’bedout here, how am I supposed to explain it?”
“Does she ever come out here?” He realized how clueless that sounded as soon as he said it. “I mean, of course she does—I’ve seen her. It’s where you work.”
