Page 105 of The Perfect Mistake

He tugs my thong down and bares me to his view. He kisses sensitive skin a few times before rising from his chair.

His hand cups between my legs, fingers curving, testing. “You’re wet,” he mutters. Then, his right arm sweeps over his desk, pushing papers out of the way and his laptop to the side. A pencil holder is knocked over, but he doesn’t seem to notice, turning me toward the desk.

“Bend over, Isa. Right here.”

I lean over the glass desktop and stick my ass out as high as I can. I hear my pulse in my ear and feel it thundering in any chest. I’m exposed. Behind me are endless concrete towers, windows upon windows, too far to see closely but still there. And so is Alec. Standing at my back, his hand spreads me apart, and then he’s pushing in.

I grip the edge of the desk and try to muffle my moan. I’m getting more used to his girth, but I’m also less prepared than usual, and the burn is delicious. His hands land in an iron grip around my hips. He fucks me fast, and hard, and I love the sounds he makes. The grunts and groans and the harsh breathing.

I feel like I’m coming undone at the seams.

“You feel so unreal. Gripping me so good.” He bottoms out and stays there for a moment, rolling his hips, and the pressure makes me mewl. My clit is hitting the edge of the desk with each of his pumps. Adrenaline, nerves, pleasure, it all combines into piercing ecstasy.

I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning when I come. The orgasm is unexpected, but it barrels through me regardless, strengthened by the illicitness of what we’re doing, the location, and his steady deep thrusts.

Alec’s close. I can hear it in the shallowness of his breaths, his lack of dirty talk, and the sharpness of his hips. His breathing snags, and then he’s coming, too, and with a low groan that sounds like his soul is being ripped out of his body. He pulses inside me, and I feel it, feel it in a way I never could before with the condoms.

When we’ve both caught our breathing, he tugs me onto his lap, still buried deep inside me. I lean back against his chest and feel boneless.

His hands roam over my bare thighs, my lower stomach, every part of me that’s exposed. “That,” he murmurs against my cheek, “was fucking unreal. I can’t believe you came here.”

“I can’t believe I came, either.”

“I can,” he says. His hand plays between my legs, touching my sensitive clit, and I push him away. His chuckle turns into a laugh. “God. Now I know what I’m missing every other workday.”

“I can come back. Do this again.”

“Mm-hmm. I wouldn’t get any work done, but somehow, I don’t think I’d mind.” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs softly. “I feel amazing.”

That makes me giggle again. “That was my goal.”

“I don’t… Isabel, never stop being my nanny.”

I wrap an arm around his neck. “Oh? Is this officially included in my duties, then?”

His teeth dig into the side of my neck, and I swat at his hair. “Yes. I’ll add it into your contract. Keep your boss thoroughly drained at all times.”

“Drained, huh?”

“Drained dry,” he says.

I play idly with his hair, and find that I’m smiling for no particular reason. I didn’t know it could be like this. So... easy, somehow, to be intimate with someone. To say openly what I want and have it reciprocated.

There’s a loud ping from his half-open laptop. It sounds like a calendar reminder. Alec doesn’t even lift his head, buried against my throat. His arms are still wrapped tightly around me and his breathing is deep.

“I’m keeping you from work,” I say. “What did you reschedule, anyway?”

“A meeting with the mayor of New York.”

“No way?”

“No,” he says, and there’s a smile in his voice. “A meeting with my marketing team. I only pushed it an hour, though, so I need to be there in fifteen.”

“What do you actually do for work?”

He chuckles again. Has he ever done that so much before? The warmth in my chest swells again. “Sweetheart, I’ll tell you as much as you want tonight, after the kids are asleep. But I think it’ll only put you to sleep.”

“No, I’m interested.”

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