Page 51 of Dangerously Tempting

“Yes. Please. Move.”

I start a steady rhythm, knowing I can’t keep this up for long, but the way she quivers beneath me tells me she’s right there with me. I push in a bit harder, testing her limits, and she moans, fingers clutching at the counter top, so I do it again. She mumbles incoherent words as I surge into her, and as every part of me starts to tighten up, ready to blow, I reach down and pluck at her clit, sending her over the edge with a near sob.

I’m dragged over the edge with her, coming so hard black spots dance across my vision for a moment, and I gasp in the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, my body feeling very floaty as I come back down. My legs wobble a bit as I gently pull free from her, stroking her back.

I take a moment to watch as my cum trails from her, enjoying my claim on her being visible, before I help her up. We both chuckle as she struggles to regain her balance, and I help her to the shower where we get cleaned up before crawling under the sheets of her bed, cuddling close.

“I love you,” I breathe into her hair. “Forever.”

“I love you, too,” she responds, her voice soft as sleep starts to claim her. “Always.”

Playlist: "Talking Body," Tove Lo

This has been both the longest and best week that I’ve had in as long as I can remember. Work has been a mess of filling in for those that have been sick, last second fixes on things, and trying to make sure this project is finished off cleanly. My evenings have been filled with Amelia. The smell of her hair, the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body pressed to mine.

It’s both enjoyable and exhausting, leaving me wondering if I’m getting too old to keep up this amount of activity. My dad would roll his eyes at me for even considering myself old, but I’ve certainly felt it over the last three days.

I watch my men clean up and pack away their things before heading out, I scan over everything one last time, turning off the lights as I go, before heading towards the door. I can’t wait to get home and wash the day off of my body. I smell like wood and sweat from busting my ass all day and just want to feel clean.

I push open the door, almost running straight into Amelia where she leans against the wall outside of it waiting for me. She’s had to stay late the last two days to help finish a project at work, so this is the first day that we’re meeting up right after to head home together. I’ve been referring to her apartment as home, but I realize it’s actually her. She’s my home, my safe place, my peace.

“Hey,” I greet, smiling, and I lean down to press a kiss to her hair. “Let me lock up and we can go.”

I reach for my pocket to fish out my keys to lock the door, but her hand flies out, grabbing my wrist to halt me. It’s then, as she looks up at me, that I get a good look at her face and my smile grows. Her pupils are dilated, glued to me, and she’s pulling in long breaths through her nose, her jaw clenched.

“You good, kitten?” I tease, and her eyes flare.

The door is resting against the heel of my boot, where I never let it finish falling closed, distracted by getting caught up in her orbit. My shoulder bumps it as she pushes me back inside with her hand on my chest. The door falls closed with a thump, and we’re blanketed in darkness.

We’re on each other in a rush, our lips colliding as I cup the back of her head before shoving her against the wall with my body. She moans into my mouth, tilting her head back for better access as we battle for dominance with our tongues. It’s cute that she even tries, because we both know that I always win.

I nip her lip, tugging it with my teeth for just a second, and she melts like putty beneath my hands, panting against my lips. I reach down and drag my hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up and out of the way before I pull her up my body by her ass and she hooks her legs around me. She’s immediately trying to shift herself to grind over my cock, so I shift her higher to keep her from doing so before I swat her ass.

“Fuck, kitten. What’s gotten into you?”

She squeezes her legs tighter, rolling her hips over my abs. Her arms tighten around my neck as she tilts her head, fitting her face into the crook of my neck, and I realize she’s breathing me in. I startle with a groan as she sinks her teeth into my neck, thrusting into nothingness for a moment before I get a hold of my brain again with a curse.

“You. You’ve gotten into me,“ she breathes against my ear.

I chuckle darkly, realizing what’s going on here. The little minx has only ever caught me freshly showered after work, except for that one time that we fought in the stairwell, and I’ve somehow managed to unlock a whole new kink I don’t think she herself even knew she had.

She rolls her hips against me again, and I grip her tighter, pulling her closer as I step away from the wall. I know this place by heart, so even in the dark I easily navigate us down the hallway and turn into the room that has the one singular table for our blueprints and anything else we need to lay out. I shove everything off the table, not giving a single fuck about any of it right now, and set her down.

A little light streams in from the window, the city lights outside sharing just enough of their vibrancy that I get to admire her as I gently push at her chest until she obeys my silent command and lays back on the table. I quickly unbuckle my work belt, letting it drop to the floor, and then undo my pants to shove them down enough I can pull myself free.

I pull her closer and her legs immediately return to wrapping around me. Reaching between us, I push her panties to the side, running the head of my cock through her wetness, teasing her by pushing just the tip inside before pulling back. She groans, arching her back off the table.

“Is this what you want?” I ask.

“Yes,” she responds quickly.

“You want me to fill you up with my dick, so you can soak it with that sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” she moans, and I push inside. She throws her head back, reaching out to grip the closest edge of the table, her other hand bunched in the front of my shirt. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and I pull back to push in again as far as I can go.

I reach over her, gripping the edge of the table above her head, hoping that it’ll keep the damned thing from collapsing beneath us as I start up a steady rhythm. She tugs me closer by the front of my shirt, and I nip at her jaw, pushing into her harder, pulling a moan from us both.

I shift, using my other hand to pull one of her legs up and hook it over my shoulder, pushing deeper. She spasms beneath me, gasping, “Oh, fuck.” It’s all the invitation I need to fuck her with abandon.

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