“Fuck, woman, you taste divine,” I growl, lifting my head. “I could eat you all day long.”
Her eyes flare, and she grabs my cheeks, forcing me up until our mouths meet.
I shove my slacks and brief
s down just enough to have full access to my cock. I rub the tip against her swollen lips and hiss at the warmth and silkiness of her.
“Please, Bryan,” she whines against my lips. “Fuck me.”
Pulling my wallet out, I grab a condom and hold it up for her. “Put it on me.”
She snatches it from me, rips it open, and starts the slow torturous action of sliding it on my erection. I bite my tongue and force away the need to pump my hips. Her hands are so damn soft.
She wraps her legs around my upper waist. We both look down and watch as I guide my cock to her opening. The moment the tip is at her entrance, I slowly slide in, and don’t stop until my pelvis meets the back of her thighs.
I jerk my face up to hers to find her watching me; mouth open, eyes half-closed, and biting her lip.
I pull back, only to slam back forward again. Her moan combined with the look in her eyes has my balls drawing up, ready to explode.
Using her waist as leverage, I pull her to me at the same time I push forward. It only takes a few seconds before her walls clamp down on me, strangling me almost to the point of pain.
She releases a cry, and I lean over and cover her mouth with mine. The walls in my office are thick, but I don’t want to take the chance of Maryann hearing and coming to investigate. I’m not entirely sure I could stop if she did.
I pump my hips faster, riding the aftershocks of Charlotte’s orgasm, and find my own only seconds later. I empty everything in me, burying my face in the crook of her neck with a deep groan. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stay like that for several moments, just breathing in her delicious scent.
Her nails scrape across my scalp as she catches her breath.
I slide from her body and pull the condom from my softening cock. After knotting the end, I toss it in the trash can before turning to look at her. A small, satisfied smile plays on her lips, and I press a kiss to them. Her smile slips away when she sees my serious expression.
“This isn’t a one-time thing,” I inform her. “I want more than just a fling we indulge in once a week.”
Her brows pinch together. “Really?”
“Really.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’ve spent the last six months fantasizing over you, Charlotte. But my fantasies didn’t only consist of getting you in my bed. They were of waking up with you in the mornings. Eating breakfast with you. Going to movies and shopping. Coming home to you at night and making love to you in a bed we share. I want to see if that’s something we’re capable of. Tell me you feel the same.”
She tilts her head, regarding me with an expression I’m not sure how to interpret. Nerves scatter down my spine as I wait for her answer.
It starts out slowly, but soon her whole face lights up with her smile. Relief slams into my gut, and it’s not until then that I realize I was holding my breath. I let it out on a whoosh.
“I’d like that,” she murmurs softly. “I’d really like that.”
Elation fills me, and I scoop her up from the chair and set her down on my lap, her legs straddling my thighs. I groan when her warm pussy meets my half-hard cock. I slam my mouth down on hers and kiss the hell out of her. Her arms slip around my neck and she squeezes me tight.
We’re both breathless by the time we break apart.
The phone on my desk ringing reminds me of where we are and the trouble I could get into. I look at the clock on the wall and release a groan. Five more minutes and our time is over. A smile pulls up my lips. Five more minutes, and I can take Charlotte home with me.
With her still in my arms, I get to my feet. Her skirt falls, concealing the beautiful treasure hidden beneath.
“Any plans after this?” I ask, tucking my cock back into my pants. It’s hard to do because I’m still partially hard.
She smiles shyly at me, and I find I really like the look. “No.”
I grin cheekily at her. “You do now.”
She laughs, and I snag her around the waist, pulling her against my chest to lay another kiss on her.
Charlotte may have started out as my patient, but we’ll end as so much more.