Page 82 of Not Mine to Keep

When he broke the kiss, I fisted his shirt, begging him to come back. “I hate you,” I whispered, our frenzied breaths intertwining as he peered at me.

“Liar,” he remarked in an almost lazy tone before he dropped his mouth over mine again. Owning it, my body, and every emotion. They were his and his only.

His hand went to my thigh, and he squeezed before his palm found my center. I was so wet that my arousal had gone through both my panties and gray leggings, and he was about to discover exactly what he did to me.

“My naughty girl,” he said against my lips, then killed me by backing away again. Eyes never leaving mine, he worked free the buttons of his shirt but didn’t remove it. His attention flicked to his forearm, and a quick frown came and went before he rolled down his sleeves, hiding the dried blood there. “I need you naked and spread out on my desk.” He palmed his belt buckle, then snapped the belt off in one fast movement, a crackle lost to the air.

I stood, surprised my legs weren’t totally rubber already and could hold my weight. My shirt went off first, the already unclasped bra next. I hooked my thumbs at my waistband, and he quietly coiled the belt, studying each of my movements.

“You have any idea what you’ve done to me all week?”

“We barely saw each other.” I shoved down my leggings, allowing the panties to go with them. “Unless you’re the one who’s been watching me on camera.”

“I better be the only fucking one.” The belt unraveled from his hand and fell to the ground, and he grabbed hold of me and dropped me back onto the desk.

“Stalker tendencies, huh?”

“Checkedin on you,” he said before falling to his knees. He knelt before the desk and removed my shoes, socks, and the rest of my clothes still there, being sweet, not an asshole, at the moment. “I’ve thought about this since the night we met.”

“What?” I looked down and met his eyes.

Still on his knees, he ran his fingers up my legs, tickling the insides of my thighs in the process, sending pulsing need to my center. “Eating you out,” he said before sliding a finger along my seam, feeling how wet he made me. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I want to see how you’ve been touching yourself all week first,” he added in a husky tone, eyes opening. Then he snatched my hand resting at my side and placed it between my legs.

“So bossy.”

“And you like it.” He looked up at me with a cocky grin. “Your pussy sure as hell does.”

He had me there. I obeyed and ran my fingers over my clit, a slight touch of embarrassment hitting me as I fingered myself.

He sat back on his heels, the hard walls of his chest lifting and falling from deep breaths as he watched me. “My turn,” he said an agonizing minute later, and thank God, because it was his mouth on me I craved, not my hand. He grabbed his discarded belt and pushed back up to his knees.

Holding the loose tail end of the belt, he folded it back on top of itself, making a flat loop. Next thing I knew, he had my wrists in one hand, creating makeshift cuffs from his belt. I didn’t stop him.

“Much better.” He stood, a hand going into his back pocket while staring at me naked on display before him.

He snatched a condom from his wallet and chucked the billfold before ripping the edge of the wrapper with his teeth.

Without removing the rubber from the foil packet, he set the package on the desk, then finally dropped his pants and briefs. He gripped his shaft, sliding his hand from root to crown.

Holy hell.Definitely not overcompensating with the car.Thick, big, and engorged. Ready to explode inside me.

“Open your legs,” he commanded huskily, and I peeked down to see my knees pinned together. Clearly, my body was worried about the fit.

Aside from his shirt, he unburdened himself of everything else he wore.

The man couldn’t remain the bad guy, could he? He didn’t want me seeing the blood on his arms while we made love ... No wait, notlove. What we were going to do would be just sex.

His powerful legs drew my eyes as he came back at me while he stroked his cock. “You’ve had me getting off in the shower morning and night.”

“You too, hmm?”

He let go of himself and spread open my legs even farther. “Of course you were.” Falling back to his knees, he hooked my legs with his big hands, drawing my pussy straight to his mouth, and I couldn’t stifle the cry that left my lips.

He kissed me there softly. Actual kisses. When he guided my legs over his shoulders to better bury his face between my thighs, I lifted my bound wrists and fisted his thick hair.

His tongue slid up my seam, and the moans coming from him, as if he enjoyed this as much as I did, nearly sent me over the edge way too soon.

He added two fingers, pushing them inside my tight walls while devouring me. I couldn’t take much more. The pleasure was almost pain. I began shimmying against him, his facial hair tickling my sensitive skin, spurring me on even more as I chased the end even though I didn’t want it to come yet.

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