Page 40 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

“You’re soaked.” Pushing my thighs apart, he props my feet on the edge of the desk as some sort of display. Feeling so exposed, his frown deepens as he takes me in.

A hiss leaves my lips as he ruins another cupcake. Toes curling, my body arches against the surface.

“I never thought a man in your shoes would ever get on his knees,” I murmur as I watch him do exactly that to get more comfortable. It’s like he plans on staying between my legs for a while.

Does he think I’ll last that long?

“I’m not a man who will waste a delicious meal when offered one.” His palms press against my thighs as he spreads me further apart. While my hips ache in protest, I try my hardest to keep my legs apart to encourage him to continue.

Thank goodness everyone has gone home. Unable to keep quiet, my moans fill his office as he licks my pussy clean. Despite claiming he’s not the sort to enjoy sweets, he makes damned sure not to waste any on my skin. The way he purposely avoids my clit, he’s doing nothing but torturing me.

Losing count of how many times his name flows from my lips, I’m left in a daze when he gets back to his feet.

I want more.So much more.

Wound up tight, there’s only one thing that’ll make me unravel. This ache is terrible, I need it taken care of.

“Fuck me,” I plead. There’s no sugar-coating my demand. The only way to douse this flame is with the hardened curve hiding behind his zipper.

His chest swells with each heavy breath as he quickly undoes his belt. Hearing the leather snap and the buckle clash against his knuckles, all I need to do is listen to hear this man’s desperation.

He wants me. Through his broody facade, and all the displeased looks he sends my way, he wantsme.

Cursing under his breath, he rejoins me in a matter of seconds. I don’t even have enough time to see what his cock looks like before he’s pushing forward.

A gasp leaves my lips as he slides in deep with one solid thrust.

Grabbing my chin, his mouth is on mine. Swallowing down my next moan, a familiar sweetness hits my tongue. Mixed with the tangy flavor of my juices, it’s a delicious mixture I could never recreate.

Rhett is a man who takes what he wants. I’ve never been with a man who doesn’t think twice in the moment. Each time his hips jerk forward, I’m reminded of the fact. Snapping forward, I clench around him with each solid thrust.

His tongue had brought me close to coming more times than I can count. Already so sensitive, it shouldn’t be a surprise that the tension coiling in my stomach is ready to snap. From the way his cock is pressing against all of my sweet spots, I’m a freaking goner.

“You are lethal.” His breath brushes the hollow part of my throat. “Absolutely dangerous.”

I take his words as a compliment as I smile effortlessly. It’s funny, coming fromthisman.

“I remember you calling me a distraction as well.” Forcing a laugh, a whimper follows soon after.

Grunting in agreement, his onslaught on my body continues. He’s panting, his thrusts growing uneven.

Hugging him closer to my chest, my nails sink into the fabric of his shirt. If we were in a more romantic setting and he wasn’t wearing his normal work uniform, this man would have scratches down the length of his back.

Clutching for dear life, my walls tighten around his cock. I’m reaching my peak. Not sure how many thrusts I can take, my walls tighten around him in a deathly squeeze.

He grunts against my throat, his hips pumping until he thrusts deeper, pressing my body further against the desk as liquid heat floods my core.

Both panting, the next minute is shared as we stare at each other.

Telling myself that this is real and not some scene taken from a heated fantasy, I wait for reality to come crashing down.

Struggling to focus on anything but the tingling between my legs, I know it’ll hit me sooner or later. Why ruin the moment?

He gently sets my legs down and my thighs brush wet wood. I don’t want to imagine how much of a mess we’ve made on this expensive-looking desk. If I were to ruin it, I’m sure it would take a while to replace.

Sighing in satisfaction, I work my way into a sitting position. My body aches, especially in my hip area. Funny enough, it’s a good sort of ache. I don’t mind one bit. Though, I’ll be sore in the morning, creating a challenge while working.

This ache will stick with me for the rest of the night and will change the way I look at this man from now on. Instead of dreading any time he’s near, I’ll have to fight not to think about what happened here.

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