Parker broke the kiss and gasped as he fucked me on the desk. The pencil holder next to me fell over, the pencils and pens rolling one by one over the edge and falling to the floor.
I didn’t care. We could fix that later.
I didn’t care about anything right now. Only how close Parker and I were, how connected we were on a level that had nothing to do with our lips melding together.
Parker rocked his hips back and forth, his strokes shortening, and he hit all the right spots. Pleasure grew inside me, raging like a furnace, and when he pushed me over the edge into my second orgasm, I cried out as my body contracted around him. My pussy squeezed his cock, and Parker grunted.
He didn’t slow down his pace. He hammered into me harder and faster, moaning and groaning softly.
He was close, I could tell by his breathing and the way his brows knitted together.
When he came, he shoved himself into me as deep as he could, buried at my core, and cried out. I was right there with him, his orgasm extending mine, and we rode out the wave of pleasure together as my body milked him, and he released and emptied himself inside me.
Parker dropped his head onto my shoulder, breathing hard, and I dug my fingers into his back as the pleasure took hold and ripped through the both of us.
When it was finally over, Parker collapsed on top of me, pushing the breath out of my body. I giggled and gasped.
Parker lifted himself a moment later, letting me breathe, and slid out of me. He climbed off the desk—carefully so he didn’t fall again—and I lay on the desk, gasping, wallowing in the aftermath of our sex.
When I turned my head, Parker had slid off his condom.
“There’s a bathroom just down the hallway,” I said.
He nodded and walked out of my office, butt naked. I laughed, watching his perfect ass as he walked through my office wearing nothing but the scent of our sex.
When he came back, he cocked a lopsided grin at me.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
I’d hopped off my desk and found my underwear. I stood in my bra and panties when he came to me and kissed me.
“You’re pretty damn great yourself,” I answered.
Parker chuckled and found his briefs in the pants he’d kicked off without ceremony. Together, we got dressed without saying a word to each other.
When we were finally dressed, I glanced at the tablet I’d carelessly pushed to the side in our throes of passion.
“Do you still have a lot of work to do?” Parker asked.
I shook my head. “No, I think I know what I’m going to do. The distraction was enough to help my subconscious figure it out.”
“Hey, if you need another round just to solidify your ideas ...”
I laughed. “You’re a saint.”
“I’m selfless that way.”
He kissed me again.
“Come home with me,” he said. “Not to, you know ... although we can. But just to sleep next to me.”
I hesitated, unsure, but then I nodded. I couldn’t find a reason why not. I wanted to sleep next to Parker. I wanted to wake up in his bed.
And maybe do another round of orgasmic, toe-curling sex.
Why the hell not?
I packed up my things, bringing the tablet so that I could do a bit more work at Parker’s apartment if I had the chance. But I was confident about what I needed to do now.