finger into the belt loop of her jeans, he pulled her
onto his lap. “I can think of a better way to spend the time.”
“How
would that be?”
Without
answering, he pressed his lips to hers. The sweetness of her lip-gloss urged
him on. Slipping his tongue between her lips, he devoured her, tugging her
shirt up as he went. Breaking the kiss, he pulled the thin tank top over her
head.
“You
have work…”
“Don’t
think, just feel.” He kissed along her jawline until he reached the sweet spot
just below her ear. Grazing his teeth over the area, he blew his cool breath
against her flushed skin. “Work can wait, this can’t.”
His
hand slid around her body, quickly finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking
it. The material slid down her arms, revealing her perky breasts, making his
shaft strain against the roughness of his jeans. He needed her like he needed
his next breath. She was life and could bring a dying soul back from the edge.
She was his everything.
Claiming
her nipple with his teeth, he gently tugged, making it hard before moving over
to the next one. Without breaking contact he reached behind her, gathering the
papers and slipping them into a drawer. In one quick motion, he lifted her and
tugged her yoga pants down her legs before setting her on the desk.
With
a soft moan, she pulled him closer. “I’ve always wanted to make love on a desk.
It makes me feel like a naughty girl.”
“Let’s
check this one off your list and then you can tell me all the other places
you’ve wanted to.” He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall down his legs. He
didn’t have the will power to stop and take off his cowboy boots and clothes.
He needed her now.
She
stared at him while her hand slid down his chest until she found his shaft. Her
fingers wrapped around it and rubbed down the length, painstakingly slow. Her fingernails
teasing along it, just enough that he could feel it without causing pain. “I
love that look in your eyes, as if I’m all you’ll ever need.”
“You
are.” The words were bit off as her hand squeezed tighter, working back up his
manhood. He needed her in a way he never needed anyone. “As good as this feels,
and damn it does, I want to be inside of you. I want to hear you scream my name
as ecstasy engulfs you.”
“Take
me.” She let her hand fall away from him and leaned back.
Without
waiting he adjusted his angle, gliding his shaft over her opening, pulling a
moan from her. Slowly he glided the length of him in, just a little at first,
watching how her eyes glazed over as he worked his way inside her tight
passage. Halfway in he stopped and slid out, even as she clung to him trying to
force him to stay. Once he was out, he gripped her hips and slammed his length
into her, filling her completely. Rocking their bodies back and forth, each
thrust gaining momentum.
She
leaned back grabbing the edge of the desk, her body arched toward him. With
every thrust her breasts bounced with appreciation, calling to him. Without
losing his rhythm, he dipped his head and drew his tongue along each nipple,
blowing gently on them.
“Jinx,”
she whispered, her release within reach.
Wanting
to watch her face as she came around him, he leaned back taking hold of her
hips and sped his pace. Tension had her muscles constricting around him as her
orgasm neared, bringing his own ecstasy closer.
Her
face came to life with a glow as her world exploded, wood crunching under her
grip as his name tore from her lips. It was all he needed to send him over the
edge. His balls tightened and he growled as he climaxed.
He
stayed buried within her as their breathing returned to normal.
“Oops.”
She pulled her hand away from the edge of the desk, bringing with her small
pieces of wood. Her hand marks had left a permanent feature.
He
couldn’t help but laugh. Their lovemaking would always be visible on this desk.
“A piece of us for the new resort manager.”
A
knock on the door interrupted him
Kira Archer
Jessica Stirling
Teresa McCarthy
Robert J. Begiebing
Gemma James
Janet Evanovich
Saba Kapur
Elizabeth Langston
Autumn Vanderbilt
Nigel Kneale