Page 30 of Pucking the Team

They want me.

Both of them.

Not just for a one-time conference room tryst, but for something more ongoing. The thought sends a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

Part of me knows this is completely insane—dating not one but two coworkers is practically begging for my career to go up in flames. But another part of me, the part currently thrumming with need, tells that rational voice to shut the hell up.

“I want this,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want you. Both of you. It’s complicated and messy, but I just…I can’t ignore this connection between us.”

Alex’s eyes darken, pupils dilating with lust as a sensual grin spreads across his chiseled face. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, voice low and rough.

In two long strides, he crosses the room and locks the door with a definitive click. My breath catches in my throat as he stalks towards me, movements fluid and predatory like a panther. My thighs clench reflexively.

He stops just inches away, so close I can feel the heat emanating from his muscular body. One hand comes up to grip my chin, tilting my face up to meet his heated gaze.

“Sit on the desk,” Alex commands, tone brooking no argument. “And spread your legs for me, angel.”

Alex’s command sends tingles through my whole body. I hop onto his desk, papers and pens scattering around me, and spread my legs.

His gaze roams over me, possessive, like I’m his next meal. “Good girl.” The rumble in his voice makes my core clench.

He stalks towards me, shrugging off his jacket. The flex of muscle under his shirt makes my mouth water. When he’s standing between my legs, he cups my face and kisses me, hard and deep, like he wants to devour me.

I moan into his mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt to pull him closer. He tastes like coffee and sin, and I can’t get enough.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Promises, promises,” I tease, breathless with want.

With a growl, he captures my mouth again in a bruising kiss, his hands sliding under my skirt to grip my thighs. I whimper as his fingers dig into my flesh, and when he pulls back to look at me, his eyes are nearly black with lust.

“What’s my name?” he asks, his voice a low rasp.

“Alex,” I breathe.

His eyes gleam. “Good. Don’t forget it.”

Before I can respond, he drops to his knees and yanks my panties aside. I gasp as his hot breath ghosts over my folds, and then his tongue is on me, licking a broad stripe up my slit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he groans, and then his mouth is on me in earnest, licking and sucking like a man starved.

I throw my head back with a strangled moan, my hands fisting in his hair to keep him right where he is. Alex is a man of his word, and as his tongue works me over with ruthless precision, I feel myself slipping away into a haze of mindless bliss.

There’s only Alex, only this, only now.

My breaths come in ragged gasps as he sucks my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter within me until I’m trembling all over, barely able to stay upright.

“Come for me,” Alex growls against my flesh. “I want to feel you come undone.”

His words shatter what little restraint I have left. With a muffled cry, I come apart beneath his mouth, my inner walls pulsing around nothing as bliss washes over me in waves.

Alex laps at me gently through the aftershocks, easing me down from my high. When he finally pulls away, his lips are slick and swollen, his eyes burning into mine.

“Good girl,” he rasps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

My cheeks flush at the praise, a delicious warmth spreading through me. But before I can bask in the moment, there’s a sharp knock at the door.

We freeze, panic flaring in my chest. In our recklessness, we forgot one crucial detail—we’re at work. Anyone could walk by and overhear us. And now someone is at the door, no doubt wondering what’s taking so long.

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