I didn’t think I could come again, but then he was fucking me. Harder. Faster. Our bodies slamming against each other.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled in my ear before nipping my earlobe. “There you go,” he said, fucking me harder still. “Squeeze my cock,” he demanded just as the orgasm started to crest. “One more,” he demanded as I came back down.
“I can’t,” I insisted, feeling a little fuzzy and lightheaded from all the orgasms already.
“You can,” he insisted, taking me with him as he turned and walked back toward the desk in the office, dropping his ass down on it, and pulling me over his lap. “Like this now,” he said, hands massaging my hips for a second before lowering himself down flat on the surface of the desk.
When I didn’t immediately start to ride him, his hips started to gently thrust up into me, making a little desire bloom again.
It wasn’t long before I was taking over, riding him as he continued to thrust.
It wasn’t until my moans got louder and louder that he folded upward, wrapping an arm around my lower back, holding onto me as I found my release, thrusting up into me until he found his own with a curse.
“How’s that headache?” he asked, face in my neck.
“What headache?” I asked, feeling all floaty and fuzzy and warm.
A little chuckle moved through him at that.
“Is this Danny’s desk?” he asked, smirking up at me.
“Ah, yeah. Why?”
“‘Cause I just had my bare ass all over it,” he said. “We’re cool and all. But not that cool.”
Taking a deep breath, I slid off of his lap so he could get up.
“Hey, baby?” he called after I got back into my panties, pants, and shoes.
“Yeah?” I asked, playing it cool, not wanting him to know that the pet name was making my stomach do a little fluttering thing.
“Told you so,” he said, giving me a wicked smirk before wiping down the desk with a bleach wipe he found on a shelf.
“Yeah yeah yeah. We both knew it was going to happen. I just had to at least try to fight it,” I told him.
“Why?”
“Because you’re bad news. And I’m a bad news magnet. And I’m trying to…”
“Demagnetize?” he asked, smiling.
“Something like that,” I agreed.
“Ever think that maybe I’m not bad news?”
“Dezi, you’re an arms-dealing biker who threatens people in the grocery store and is sporting some fresh bruises.”
“But I give the best gifts,” he said, smiling. “Speaking of, how is our little girl?”
“She’s settled in. She loves taking little walks in the woods too.”
“Maybe, one of these days, her mom and her old man can take her for a walk.”
“Is that… your way of asking me on a date?” I asked.
“Well, it was kind of my way of asking for visitation with my child, but I guess I wouldn’t mind hanging with you too,” he said, tossing an arm over my shoulder and pulling me against him to plant a kiss gently on my bruised temple.
“I can probably squeeze a walk in,” I conceded since, well, there was no more pretending that I wasn’t at least a little bit into him.
Also, he’d been better to me than any other guy I’d even dated seriously. Just in the short time I’d known him.
Maybe it wasn’t worth it to be stubborn about it just for the sake of being stubborn.
“But I will meet you somewhere. No more sneaking in,” I demanded.
“Kind of puts a crimp in my charming spontaneity,” he said, sighing. “But fine. Where are we meeting?”
“That park with the pond and the farm? It’s got good walking trails.”
“Okay. Hollydell Park it is,” he agreed, walking me back through the kitchen, then out into the bar. “It was a car accident. She’s fine,” Dezi announced loudly for everyone to hear, making me cringe, as everyone looked in our direction, but also grateful that I wouldn’t have to explain it to another dozen or so people.
He stayed at the bar almost until closing, only heading out when the last of his crew did as well. And not without leaving me a tip the likes of the one A had left me.
“I’m going to call for a ride,” I told Toll when he insisted he drive me home.
But that would be ridiculous since Toll lived right upstairs. He’d literally be going completely out of his way and delaying his own sleep to drive me home.
“Theo, come on, you can lean on other people, you know.”
That was a hard concept to wrap my head around. But I didn’t doubt he genuinely meant that, either.
“I will get there,” I told him.
“But not tonight,” he concluded, giving me a head shake.
“But not tonight,” I agreed, heading out the door.
Where I found Dezi in the back lot, leaning against the side of a black SUV, holding up a poster-type sign like people did at airports that said Stubborn Ass on it.