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Bishop pulled me tighter against him and kissed me again. I sighed into his mouth, giving up, giving in. I couldn’t fight him; I didn’t want to.
He spun me around so that my back was to the desk, and he pressed my ass against it with his hips, gyrating against my crotch.
He was rock hard in his pants, and it sparked lust inside of me, kindling it into a roaring furnace. Heat pooled between my thighs.
I wanted himsobadly.
His hands slid up and down my sides, teasing me while he ground his cock against me. He held onto my hips, grinding harder against me, holding me in place.
He took my breath away, and tingles ran down my spine.
With his tongue in my mouth, he slid one hand down my body and cupped me through my jeans. I shivered, heat washing over me as his strong fingers rubbed me, working me into a frenzy. My sighs turned to gasps against his mouth. He kissed me hard, the urgency growing as the atmosphere in the office shifted.
Bishop lifted me onto the desk, and I opened my legs, so he stood between them. I glanced toward the large window that overlooked the bar. From down there, no one could look into the office, so we had all the privacy in the world. It was still hot as hell thinking that the patrons were all drinking so close to where we were about to fuck—there was no doubt that was where this was going.
For a moment, I hesitated. The last time we’d done anything remotely like this, Bishop had given me an orgasm that had rocked me to my core… only to leave me high and dry. Or wet, as the case was.
This time, I was in his space, and I wasn’t going to let him just leave me. I wanted all of him.
Ineededit. I ached for him in a way I’d never ached for anyone. When he touched me, his magic brought my wolf to the surface. With Bishop, I felt like I’d been dormant my whole life, and he awoke me from my slumber.
This was the point of no return, where I was going to get what I craved. I shouldn’t have wanted this, but I couldn’t help myself, and my resolve had buckled just about the time Bishop had kissed me the second time.
Bishop’s hands went to my breasts, and my sighs turned into whimpers. His hands were large and powerful. I was malleable in his hands, and electricity ran through my body when massaged me through my clothing. My body tightened in all the right places, my skin anticipating his touch so that my nerve endings were on fire. My wolf squirmed underneath it all, begging to have the release Bishop’s magic brought with it, and I wanted that physical release he would give me, too.
My nipples were hard, pushing against my padded bra as he cupped my breasts.
He broke the kiss and grunted, tugging at my top as if he was irritated that I wore it. I reached for the hem of my shirt, crossing my arms over my chest, and pulled it over my head in one motion. My hair fell over my shoulders and back. There, my breasts were more accessible now. I wanted him to pay attention to them, and judging by the way he stared at them, he wanted it as well.
He pulled down the cups and dove right in, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers tweaked the other one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. My nipples were tender, and goosebumps ran over my shoulders and arms when he sucked on me, tweaked me, drew me in so that Bishop and his hands and mouth were all I could think about. Explosion-like sensations pulsed through my body.
I cried out with need, and his attention to my nipples sent jolts of pure pleasure to my pussy. It was a direct line to my core, increasing my need with every suck and tug.
Wetness pooled between my legs, soaking into my panties, and I wrapped my legs around Bishop’s ass, pulling him closer to me.
He gyrated his hips again, and the feel of his hardness against me made me tremble. I wanted to pull down his pants and set him free. He was wearing way too many clothes for my liking.
Bishop stepped away from the desk and pulled me off it so that I stood. He turned me around and pushed his cock against my ass. He reached around me and pushed his hand into my pants, his fingers finding my wetness.
“Fuck, Rory!” he exclaimed when he felt the extent of my need for him. “You’re dripping.”
“Are you going to do something about it?” I breathed.
He growled in my ear and let go of me just long enough to pull my pants down my hips. I wriggled my legs so that my jeans fell down and pooled around my ankles.
I heard him undo his zipper and pull down his pants, too. I felt his hot cock against my ass, naked this time, and a deep ache for him erupted inside me. I wanted him to take me.
I leaned forward on the desk, pushing my ass toward Bishop, and he gripped my hip with one hand. With the other, he guided his cock to my entrance.
When he pushed into me, I moaned loudly. The music downstairs was loud enough that it drowned out the sounds of our sex, and I didn’t feel like I had to hold back.
Bishop slid into me, and my body gripped him as it stretched to accommodate him. I let out a long moan as he buried himself deep inside. I trembled and shivered, and he paused, giving me the much-needed time to adjust to his size. He pinned me down, and the pleasure that started at my core was addicting. I felt my heartbeat in my pussy, and the same erotic explosion-like feeling I’d had on my nipple spread through my body. I felt it in my fingers and my toes, in my head—all the places that shouldn’t have felt like my pussy did, but the feeling of him inside of me was all-encompassing, and it swallowed me whole.
Bishop’s size was impressive, and I gasped in pleasure and awe.
He ran his hands up my back and into my hair. He placed his fingers under my chin and turned my head, leaned forward, and kissed me over my shoulder.
His tongue slipped into my mouth for a quick probe before he broke the kiss and pulled out of me until he nearly slipped out altogether. Before he did that, he pushed into me again, and I cried out.
