I immediately let go of his arms, worried.
“Grip me a little higher,” he ordered roughly.
My head was swimming, and I couldn’t understand even the most simplest of comments.
Like move your freakin’ hand.
But he gently pried my hand away from his bicep with his other hand, then pushed it up until it was resting on his shoulder instead of his bicep.
“That’s where she shot me,” he explained.
I opened my mouth to tell him to put me down. To let me see. But then his mouth was once again on mine, and I was forgetting that he was injured. I was also forgetting the fact that I was at work, and he was supposed to be my boss and not my…Liner.
My Liner.
He wasn’t my Liner. He was Josiah Paldecki. The owner of Ampere Electric.
Visiting. Just visiting.
I was supposed to be showing him around, not letting him see what was underneath my skirt.
And thank God for skirts, because it made this easier.
My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on so tight that it was hard for him to move or reposition me, which apparently was what he was trying to do.
But God, I’d missed him. Missed having him in my arms. Missed having the taste of him in my mouth. The feel of him between my legs.
“You gotta let me go or I’m going to fuck you,” he gasped, pulling back with a ragged moan.
I couldn’t see the problem with that at this point.
“You have to,” I said urgently. “If you don’t…”
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
With one twist and yank, my panties were just gone. Seconds later, his belt was undone, and his cock was being pulled out of his pants and notching at my entrance. Seconds after that? Well, let’s just say that we were both very, very focused.
I hadn’t had him in what felt like forever. Weeks and weeks of pent up frustration was simmering at a low boil inside of me, and when his cock finally forced its way home—exactly where he should’ve been—I went off like a bottle rocket.
There was no build up. No thrust other than his initial shove all the way inside of me. Just a single, hard, forceful push all the way inside of me and I was gone.
My eyes closed, my head hit the building behind me, and I was fairly certain that I’d screamed.
Or at least tried to. Liner’s mouth had come back down onto mine before he’d thrust, and his mouth caught my wail of completion.
My pussy started to ripple around him, tightening so hard that my abs clenched, and my body tried to bow. But his big body was right there, pinning me to the wall, causing me to be unable to do anything but take him and what he had to give me.
My vision blurred as everything felt like it broke inside of me.
There were two things that were working right then—my vagina, and whatever made the juices that secreted from my vagina.
Suddenly I was wet. Very wet. And that was what set Liner off.
He grunted hard, pulling away from my body just far enough that he could brace his hands on the cement wall behind me, then I felt him twitching inside of me as his cock jumped with his release.
Long seconds later, my legs screamed at me to either let go or pay the consequences—i.e., not be able to walk straight when I had to leave later.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands going to my legs as if he could tell that they were tired. The instant relief of him holding onto them was enough for me to want to stay right there, like that, forever. “I missed the hell out of you.”
I pressed my forehead to his chin, ignored the way his beard tickled my nose and felt tears start to burn the backs of my eyes.
“This has been the worst and best months of my life,” I told him. “You showed me what it was like to live, then took it away. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I was happy and sad, heartbroken and happy all rolled into one. I had everything I ever dreamed of…after I found you. Then you were gone.”
His arms went around me, and he pulled me up until I was face to face with him. Which inevitably caused his cock to mostly pull out of my pussy. Which then caused a chain reaction of me clamping down on what was left of him.
“Careful,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “I doubt that we have much more time out here before they come looking. But I’m more than willing to give it a chance.”
I smiled at him and tightened my muscles all over again, causing him to curse and pull away, leaving a trail of wetness down the length of my thigh that followed in his absence.