Page 23 of Pucking the Team

Because the truth is, I do want this. I want him, in a way that terrifies and thrills me all at once.

“Don’t stop,” I say.

Lukas closes the distance between us.

The second his lips touch mine, it’s like a dam breaking inside me, unleashing a flood of pent-up longing and frustration.

I kiss him back greedily, hands sliding into his hair to pull him closer.

He groans, the sound vibrating against my mouth, and presses me back against the wall in the hallway. I gasp as he grinds into me, shockwaves of pleasure rippling out from the contact. He feels half-hard already.

I’m dizzy with need, aching to feel more of him against me.

“Emma,” Lukas breathes, lips ghosting over my jaw, down my neck. I arch into him, clutching at his shoulders as he nips at my pulse point, then soothes the sting with his tongue.

“We shouldn’t, in the hall...” But even as I say it, my hands are sliding under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

He growls, pinning my wrists above my head and capturing my mouth again in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

I lose myself in the delicious slide of our tongues, the press of his hard body against me. I know this is dangerous, that I’m crossing a line with a coworker that I can never come back from.

But right now, with Lukas devouring me so hungrily, I can’t find it in me to care.

I gasp as Lukas’s hands slide under my shirt, calloused fingers skimming over my ribs. Heat pools low in my belly, and I squirm against him, desperate for more contact. He chuckles softly, pinching one of my nipples and rolling it between his fingers.

I cry out, back arching, and he does it again.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the bar. Dreaming of having you writhing against me, those perfect tits in my hands while I fuck you senseless.”

My cheeks flame, but I can’t deny the rush of arousal his words send through me. Lord knows that I’ve been dreaming about this, too. It feels so good to finally give in to this need.

He releases my hands only to slide both of his under my ass, hauling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

I cling to him as he carries me down the hall, our lips fused together in a messy kiss. He pushes through a door and into the darkness beyond.

We stumble into an empty conference room, hands roaming and breath coming in short gasps.

I know it’s wrong, that it’s crazy, that it could end up hurting my career. But in that moment, exhausted and finally getting something I’ve been craving, I don’t care.

Lukas pushes me up against the wall, his hands sliding under my skirt and his teeth grazing my neck. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips as he presses against me. I can feel his cock hardening in his pants, the bulge moving against me in a way that takes my breath away.

I can feel how large he is, and I know I’m getting wet.

His thick fingers skim around the edge of my panties, and I gasp. He pushes them aside and skims a finger through my slick lips, and I moan.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he growls, sliding two fingers inside me. I clench around him, trembling. “I knew you wanted this. I saw the way you looked at me.”

He curls his fingers and starts pumping them in and out, his palm grinding against my clit. My head falls back against the wall with a thud, hips bucking to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” His voice is husky, edged with desire. He slides another finger in and picks up the pace. “I’m going to make you come so hard you see fireworks.”

Reason flees, replaced by a frenzied need for release. I ride his hand shamelessly, chasing the building pleasure inside me. His fingers piston in and out, stretching and filling me.

Before I can come, the door bursts open behind us.

Lukas pulls his fingers out of me, and I stifle a moan of frustration. But then I see who’s standing there and my blood runs cold.

CHAPTER 10

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