There was no point fighting any longer. We both knew I would agree, whether I put my signature on the non-binding document or not. “Yes. Yes, Kyle.” How could I say no? At this point, all I wanted was . . . “More.”
I collapsed backward so I was propped on my bent elbows, and surrendering set me free. I gazed at him as his tongue stroked my clit and his fingers slammed in and out. They’d grown slick and glossy with my arousal. He’d set a demanding pace, and it was probably taking a toll on him physically, but he didn’t slow down.
Not even as a third finger joined his first two. His palm was turned toward the ceiling, allowing him to slide right in to the perfect spot.
“Your fingers,” I said between two gulps of air. “Fucking magic.”
His mouth worked in conjunction with his hand, hurtling me so close to the edge of orgasm, I could barely tolerate it. I picked at the buttons of my blouse, undoing them as fast as I could with one hand, and yanked the shirt open when I had enough done so I could expose my bra. I needed a hand on my breast, pinching my nipple. Didn’t matter if it was my touch or his.
I jammed my fingers inside the cup, searching, and my eyes lidded with desire as I found the tight, painful bud of flesh. My pinch stung in a delicious, perfect way. It all looked so good, his determined gaze watching me while his jaw worked, and it felt a million times better than it looked. And he obviously liked how I was touching myself—his eyes hooded further.
But it was difficult to keep unwanted emotion from slipping in. I’d loved him and hated him, and now I was stuck somewhere between. We’d both changed over the years. Would the new version of myself be able to survive the new version of him?
He nuzzled and used suction, focusing the sensation all on my center. When he made a soft noise of contentment, like he was enjoying tasting and fucking me with his fingers almost as much as I was enjoying him doing it, I lost the ability to breathe. He was wild, yet powerful, and the look in his eyes said he wanted to consume me. Eat me up, one lick at a time.
I’d let him. I’d love every second of it.
The orgasm crashed like a wave. It stormed through my bloodstream, sweeping along my body first with pinpricks of pleasure, then followed with fire. The muscles in my thighs tensed and clamped down on his head, holding his face to me as I rode, bucking with ecstasy.
I tried to stay quiet, I really did.
He might have told me to keep it down, but I’d successfully muzzled him with my pussy. If anything, it served him right. In this moment, I didn’t give a shit who heard as Kyle delivered an orgasm so great, my body went boneless. The moans poured from my mouth and I rocked against his face, enjoying every drop of my climax.
The thud as I banged flat on the desk was loud enough to be heard over my cries as they began to ebb. I fell slower back to the present, coming down off my high, and it barely registered my legs had released their vise-like grip on him.
He climbed to his feet and wiped a hand over his short beard, removing the evidence of what he’d just done. I couldn’t do anything but lie on the desk and heave breath into my lungs while he towered over me. His gaze wandered along my skin, tracing the curves of my body appreciatively.
“Oh my God, Kyle,” I whispered.
The thrilled smile that swept across his face was beautiful, and my heart swelled.
No, I warned myself. Stop that.
He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips, and when he straightened, his fingers went to the buttons of my blouse. Not to finish undoing them, but to refasten. I peered at him and the magnificent wood he was sporting, and grasped his hands, causing him to stop.
“What are you doing?” I asked softly.
He stepped back, fished my underwear off the floor, and put my foot through one of the leg holes.
“What the hell are you doing?” I kicked the panties off, glared up at him, and was surprised when his jaw was set. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
His victorious expression only lasted a moment. “No.”
“I’m sorry, no?” I propped myself up on an elbow and reached for his belt. “Per our agreement, I thought you didn’t get to say no.”
He turned his hips away from me. “The agreement you haven’t signed?”
“Oh my God, you already have my verbal. When did you get so annoying about the details?” I launched upright, plucked a pen from his desk, and scrawled my signature at the bottom of the page, followed by the date. “Done. Fuck me.”
His gaze followed the stroke of my pen, and dark satisfaction streaked his face when I dropped the paper on the desktop. But then his expression turned down. “No.”
I’d come to his office today not wanting to see him again, and now I was throwing myself at him. Practically begging. My eyes narrowed into slits. “What the fuck is this game?”
His movements slowed. “It’s not a game. We can say no if we have a valid reason, which I do. I’m at work.”
My vision hazed into red, but I walked myself back from the edge. “Wasn’t a problem a minute ago. You know, when you had me coming all over your face.”
“Yeah, coming loudly. Imagine what you sound like when it’s my dick.”