She pressed into him, the kiss hot and wild. A moan vibrated through her, and she slid her hands into his hair.
“I feel like the pressure’s been building all day,” he growled.
“I’m here,” she panted.
The next kiss was harder.
“Now,” he bit out.
She gripped his shirt and ripped downward. Buttons pinged on the glossy table.
He tugged at her skirt, shoving it up to her hips. Then he pushed her back to lie on the table, with a hard yank, her panties were gone.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said.
“I’m clean and protected.” She met his hot gaze.
“My last checkup was clean, and I’ve always used condoms,” he said.
She swallowed. “I trust you, Bennett.” She pressed her palms to his chest, raked her nails down his abs, then snagged her fingers on his trousers.
“Fuck. I can take you bare.” His tone was shaky, almost touched with awe.
He pushed her hands away with jerky movements, then ripped his trousers open. Then he yanked her legs around his hips, and quickly stroked her pussy.
She was wet already and cried out. “Hurry.”
“I missed you all day.” He bent over her, then thrust hard inside her.
It wrenched a cry from her. She raised her arms above her head.
The look on his face was fierce, and her belly clenched. He liked seeing her spread out for him.
He pulled back and thrust again. He stretched her to her limits. Filled her.
“Move, Bennett. Take what you need.”
His hips pistoned as he thrust inside her.
Their grunts and moans filled the room, and time seemed to blur. All she could do was feel.
Hadley tightened her legs around him, holding on as he pounded into her. It was lucky the conference table was huge, or it would be moving with each thrust.
“I’m going to come, beautiful,” he growled.
“Do it.” She was so close.
He kept up his relentless assault. It felt so damn good.
Her climax hit like a tsunami. She cried out, her legs convulsing on him.
Bennett thrust deep, bent over her, and gripped her face. His mouth took hers in a fierce kiss. She watched him as his own release shook through him.
“Fucking Christ,” he groaned. Then he slumped over her. “Hell, Hadley.”
She lazily stroked his back. “I know this is a bespoke shirt. I should feel bad about ruining it.”
He laughed. He sounded far less tense. “I don’t give a shit about the shirt.” He let out a long sigh. “You made a shitty day much better. Thank you.”