Page 70 of Praise You

"You are so fucking perfect for me. You look so damn pretty, baby. Don't move, okay?"

I nod my head, waiting to see what he does next. A lubed up finger rubs against my hole and I throw my hand down onto the desk.

"Yessss," I moan, moving my ass around, trying to get him to push his finger inside.

"So needy for me."

He peppers kisses along my back, and I smile, knowing exactly what he's doing. He's making sure to kiss the freckles along my back. It's something he does so much it makes me melt every time. His obsession with my freckles means so much to me.

His finger plunges inside as he starts working me open. I'm a panting mess by the time he's up to three fingers.

"Okay, you're ready."

He removes his fingers and his lubed cock finds its way to my hole. I push down at the same time he pushes in, sliding in easily.

"Fuck, I love being inside you. There's no greater pleasure than the feeling of you being wrapped around me." His thrusts pick up, fucking me hard against the desk. I whimper loudly, causing Ronan to quickly cover my mouth with his hand. "Shhh, as much as I love hearing you, I don't think you want anyone else to hear you. And besides, your moans are only for my ears."

The thought of someone standing outside my office door listening has me whimpering louder, shoving back onto his dick. Ronan grabs my shoulder, pulling me up against him as he continues fucking into me. His panting hits my ear and I shiver, tossing my head back.

He keeps pounding into me until he finds his own release, mine following shortly after. We both drop onto the desk, panting heavily, his arms encircling me. Ronan pulls me up off the desk and we find our way to the floor, where he pulls me onto his lap and I cuddle in close.

"You bringing me dinner is always my favorite," I slur, closing my eyes and resting my head against his chest.

"I may have ulterior motives when I do that."

"You don't say," I joke, snickering at the thought. It never fails that when he brings me dinner, we end up fucking at my desk.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up and head home."

"Bubble bath?" I ask, knowing it will be the best way to end the night.

"Of course."

Bonus Epilogue

Ronan

Five Years Later

The last bell of the day rings, dismissing the students from my class.

"See ya later, Mr. James-Carson!" Avery yells as she hurries out the door.

"Bye all. Have a good weekend," I say as student after student files out the door.

Once the classroom is completely empty, I shut the door, then walk over and slump down in my chair at my desk. Running my hands through my hair, I sigh loudly, closing my eyes. Teaching high schoolers is fucking hard, but so rewarding. I may be mentally exhausted at the end of the day, but watching their eyes light up when they learn something new or realize they can do something makes the stress worth it.

My phone vibrates on the surface next to me, a smile overtaking my face immediately. Opening up the text thread, butterflies flutter in my stomach at Oliver's text.

Oliver: It's Friday, you know what that means.

I know exactly what it means.

Date night.

Oliver and I have made sure to have a weekly date night since we first moved in together. It was one of the things he brought up to make sure we kept dating each other. Sometimes we stay at home cooking dinner together or there are rare times when we go out to a restaurant and eat. But tonight we're doing my favorite thing and I can't wait to rush home.

Ronan: Date night!

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