Page 34 of His Fake Wife

I tore my mouth from hers and we both tried to catch our breaths. “We need to find a bed.”

“No, we don’t.”

Excitement and adrenaline surged through me. Hot office sex at midnight worked just fine. I had her topless in no time and was backing her toward my desk. She lifted my shirt and I shrugged out of it, still trying to keep our mouths connected. I tugged at her sweatpants and she eagerly stepped out of them. I found that undressing Beth was almost as good as the actual sex, her body was just so amazing to look at. I almost swallowed my tongue when I discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Was that how she’d been walking around the entire time? Braless and pantiless? The tent at my crotch grew even more just thinking about it and I finished undressing with quick, jerky movements. I was no longer the smooth operator I used to be.

Wanting to ensure that she didn’t think I was a Barbarian, I opened my mouth to apologize for going too fast again. Beth didn’t give me a chance to speak. She lowered herself to her knees and every thought fled my mind. My breathing quickened and my eyes nearly popped out my head. The entire scene was identical to one of the many fantasies I’d had about her since I got that first taste. Beth, naked and on her knees, in my office?a dream come true.

“You don’t have to.” I really wanted her to.

She exhaled, sending a gust of warm air over my dick and it twitched with anticipation. “I want to. I feel comfortable exploring with you.”

It felt good knowing she was at ease with me. I hope she’d only feel that way with me. Once again, that overly possessive side of me that had been dormant reared its ugly head.

“Explore away.”

She could use my body to try anything she wished at this point. The instant her tongue swirled over my tip, I thought I saw stars. I’d gotten my fair share of blow jobs but Beth’s innocent, hesitant touch made it feel like it was my first time. Everything I did with her seemed more intimate, so much more... special.

The sight of her on her knees with her mouth wrapped around me was mesmerizing, a picture I’d treasure forever. Her touch became more confident with each stroke and her warm mouth moved up and down my length. It may be her first time but she was driving me to the point of explosion faster than any experienced woman I'd ever been with. Fingers threaded in her luxurious mane, my hips moved involuntarily, trying to go deeper. It got harder to hold on to my thread of control. If she didn’t stop, things would be over way too soon.

Disappointment was stamped on her face when I pulled away.

“What’s the matter?” Her eyes shone with uncertainty and her cheeks were flushed. “Weren’t you enjoying it?”

“Too much. If you keep going, this will be over too soon.”

“I don’t mind.”

Helping her to her feet, I said, “I do.”

While I loved the way her mouth felt, there was nothing I wanted more than to bury myself in her warmth again. Paper floated to the carpet as I hurriedly made space to deposit her on the desk. Just as I was about to step in between her legs, I stepped back with a groan. I’d almost forgotten protection again.

Beth watched me with confusion as I rummaged through a drawer. She blushed harder when I pulled out a condom. Thank God, I had a few stashed in there because there was no way I’d make it up the stairs.

“Why do you have condoms in your office desk?”

“Just a habit keeping them everywhere,” I shrugged.

Her brows furrowed and she nibbled her lower lip.

“Not that I’ve been using them,” I rushed to explain. “It’s just?”

“I just can’t believe I didn’t even think about using protection.”

The bitter taste of disappointment lingered in my mouth as I rolled on the condom. I hated that there would be a barrier between us. The skin to skin contact the first time had been incredible.

“We crossed the line already, but we shouldn’t risk complicating our arrangement.”

Her eyes flew up to meet mine, but they were unreadable. My own words drew me up short as I realized that I no longer wanted our arrangement. Two years seemed mighty short all of a sudden. For a man like me, the realization that I didn’t want my time with Beth to end, threw me into a panic. I had to resort to my usual method of dealing with my emotional shit. Sex.

Stepping back between her legs, I slid two fingers between her folds to make sure she was ready. They came away slick with her juices and I lifted her legs, loving how they wrapped tightly around my waist and glided home. All thoughts except how amazing Beth felt had disappeared. I began to move, slowly, wanting us to stay connected for as long as possible.

My name rolling off of her lips in that sensual moan was my new favorite sound. I reached up to pull her hair from her messy ponytail and the silky mane cascaded down her shoulders. She looked like a sex goddess sent for my pleasure and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“You’re stunning.” I hadn’t realized that my thought had been verbalized until she asked,

“Only when we’re having sex?”

“No, always.”

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