“This is how I think I’ll introduce the theme,” I said, explaining the design I’d been working on when he’d phoned. “But something feels wrong. I just can’t put my finger on it, and until I do, I can’t present.”
“I think it’s great,” Parker murmured. His hot breath against my ear sent goose bumps over my arms, and his lips so close to my skin sent shivers down my spine. Parker kissed my neck, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head away from him to allow him more room.
“Your designs are incredible, no matter what you do,” Parker said between kisses. Slowly, he trailed his way down my neck.
I gasped, the lust inside me growing. My stomach tightened, and when Parker ground his erection against my ass, I moaned.
“I don’t know,” I gasped. “Mrs. Collier is a very difficult client.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Parker murmured, moving his kisses onto my shoulder. He pushed my shirt aside to get to the bare skin.
“Do you know her?”
“Probably,” Parker said. He reached around and put his hand on my cheek, turning my head, and his lips landed on mine. I pushed my hand into his hair, and his tongue slid into my mouth. He ground his cock against my ass, hands sliding around and onto my breasts, and I moaned into his mouth as we kissed over my shoulder.
Need for him blossomed at my core, and I ached to have him inside me. I wanted him—all of him.
Parker’s fingers tugged at my clothes, a question. I answered with a moan and pushed my ass backward into him.
He took it as the acceptance it was, and slowly worked my shirt up my body. His hands were demanding on the skin he revealed. We broke the kiss only so Parker could pull my shirt over my head.
He cupped my breasts, and I gasped when he kissed my shoulder again, nipping the skin. The pain was enough to send bursts of pleasure through my body.
Parker pulled down one bra cup, exposing my breast, and pinched my nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger. He slid his other hand down my bare stomach and into my yoga pants, the ones I always wear when I know I'll be alone in the office. His fingers pushed into my slit and he found my clit. I moaned when he rubbed my clit in circles. I balanced on a tightrope of pleasure between my nipple and clit, and gasped and moaned as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Parker growled in my ear.
I gasped when he slid his fingers along my wetness before he returned to my clit and rubbed faster and faster. He worked me up into a frenzy, and I gasped and moaned.
Parker leaned back, let go of my nipple, and unclasped my bra. I dropped it on the floor next to my desk before Parker went straight back to my nipple.
I cried out as his finger expertly worked over my clit faster and faster, until heat washed over me and pooled at my core. The orgasm rippled through my body, and I cried out, gripping Parker’s arm around my waist as I came. I trembled against him.
“Have I told you how fucking hot you are?” Parker murmured before I turned my head and kissed him again.
He let go of my clit and moved his hands to my pants, pushing them down. I wriggled out of my pants and kicked them off, and I was naked. Parker pushed me forward so that I was bent over the desk. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and a moment later, I felt his tip at my entrance. He slid in, and I cried out when he filled me.
Parker wasted no time. He grabbed my hips and hammered into me, fucking me over my desk. I cried out as he did, my breasts jiggling, the desk scraping across the floor with every thrust. An echo of my orgasm returned, and I leaned on my desk, caught in a state of pure sexual bliss as Parker pounded into me harder and harder.
“Parker, wait,” I said, suddenly realizing what we were doing. “Stop.”
He paused, his cock still buried inside of me.
“What?” He was out of breath.
“Are you wearing a condom?”
“Fuck,” he said and pulled out abruptly.
I pushed up, out of breath. I heard the rustle of a condom packet, and a moment later, he was wrapped up.
“Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay; we caught it in time.”
I turned to face him. His lips were parted, eyes wild with lust, and the look on his face was primal.
“You’re still dressed,” I said.