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He touches my pussy, his fingers scissoring my folds, getting a feel, and I let out a long winded, raspy moan. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “I need to taste you.”
I barely register his words as he coaxes me to sit on the desk, a few objects falling on the rug. He lowers himself on my body, and pushes my dress up until my pussy is bare in front of him.
A warm wave of shame and excitement washes through me, and I don’t know which one to succumb to. Then, he gently blows air over my flesh, and shivers multiply within me, like he just teased me with a feather and I feel every single strand on my most intimate part.
My stomach flutters. He slides three digits inside me, swiftly but deeply, and ripples of pleasure begin forming in my core. I suck in a breath, confused, aroused and everything in between.
He continues the sinful pace, taking his digits in and out of me, each time deeper, hitting a new part of me. Discovering. Exploring.
I buck my hips, nearly arching myself off the desk, giving him free access, so eager for more. He withdraws his fingers and kisses my pussy, his tongue swiping over my center, driving me mad.
I let out a moan, barely aware that someone could walk in at any moment and catch us like this. At this point, I don’t care about anything but him.
God... I love him. Even more than I thought.
He shifts his angle just a bit, burying his face deeper between my legs, and now he’s going for the kill, sucking my clit, nipping my folds, teasing me in a thousand different ways. I feel ripples forming, and I clasp the edges of the desk, eager for more.
A knock on the door startles me, and I nearly slide off the desk. He disengages from me, and stands, cursing under his breath.
A chill goes through me, and as another knock sounds, I quiver and get on my feet again, body still trembling. He gestures with his finger for me not to move, and he moves quickly to the door. My heart is hammering in my ears, blood rushing everywhere, shoulders stiff.
He opens the door a crack and talks to someone, but the words fall on the background, as I’m processing everything. All I know is I see him closing the door again and turning to me.
“I bought us a minute so you can catch a breath.”
“How did you? We’re strangers in someone’s office,” I ask.
“The manager recognized me,” he says with a small smile.
My shoulders drop a notch. Of course.
He shortens the gap between us, and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me again, this time it’s an intense blending of mouths, our tongues swiping each other, a warm energy bouncing back and forth in between us. “Come home with me.” He nips my lower lip, then sensually lets go of it until it pops back in my mouth. “I need to fuck you. Say goodbye to that clown and let’s go back to my place.”
Clown? Oh, he means my date. Ashton. Needing space to think, I place my hand on his chest and push him a couple of inches away. I want him more than anything. I do. But this makeout session showed me I want him even more than I imagined… I broke his denial. He admitted he’s into me. Great. Now, I need for him to see we can be more than one time fuck. I don’t know how much he’s had to drink, and what if he just wants me right now because I was with someone? What happens tomorrow? “No.”
Frustration flickers in his eyes, his expression sobering. “No?” he repeats.
“I’ll send Ashton home. Fine. But I won’t go home with you tonight.” I lift my chin. “Buy me dinner first.”
“You just had dinner. How about dessert?”
I smile. “I mean, I want you to take me on a proper date. I don’t want to leave here and think you just want me because you saw me with someone else.”I’ve waited for this for too long, I remind myself.
He lets out a sigh of impatience. “This doesn’t make sense. Weren’t you the one who said we need to make the most of each moment?”
“Yes. I just want our moment to last a little bit longer,” I say, and there’s a touch of raw desperation in my voice I even can’t hide.
He touches my cheek, his gaze lowering to my lips. I hold myself back not to lean into his hand and bask in his strong masculine hand, and lose myself in his arms. Then his gaze raises and locks with mine, and the intensity in his eyes is so strong that my stomach drops like I’m on a rollercoaster and took an unexpected dip. A steep one.
“You’re breaking me, Whitney. And I’m going to let you.”
9
Maddox
A date.
She said she wanteda datelast night.
