Page 48 of Beck and Call

"My body hasn't figured it out yet," she breathed out.

With my free hand I slid her panties down her legs. "Step out," I ordered. She obeyed immediately.

"Hands on the desk." I encouraged her to lean forward with one hand on the middle of her back, while I continued to bring her closer to an orgasm with my other.

When I could tell she was close, and her breathing became stilted I pulled my hand away. She growled in frustration, but before she could say anything I entered her in one swift thrust.

She was so tight, I had to drop my forehead into the space between her neck and shoulder. Evie needed a minute to adjust to my size, but not moving was fighting every demand my body was screaming at me.

When she began to move against me, I pulled out most of the way, then slammed back in. With one hand clenched in her hair and the other grasping her hip, I set a hard rhythm.

"I can't be slow or gentle right now. I need you," I growled.

"I don't want gentle," she groaned.

Using my hand bunched in her hair I guided her mouth to mine. My kiss was brutal and raw. I poured my desperation into her. All the words I couldn't say I tried to show her.

We were primal in our need. I knew in one part of my mind she was still angry, but she wanted me too. There was no denying that, just as we wouldn't be able to hide what we were doing in my office. Our grunts and moans filled the air, but I couldn't be bothered to care. Not while Evie was in my arms after I denied myself the feel of her for a week.

I was still afraid what it would be like to love her and lose her, but it was far too late. Finding her so still and cold on that bench would be burned into my mind for years to come, if not forever. I could no more walk away from her now than I could years from now. She was necessary to me, and I had to make sure she decided to stay.

"You are mine. Give in to me," I mumbled against her lips before kissing her again not letting her speak. She trembled in my arms, and together we fell off the edge.

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Evie

Both of us spent, we sunk down to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Somehow I ended up sprawled across his chest, and I kept waiting for him to pull away from me as he had for the last week. Instead, he lazily traced up and down my spine.

A knock sounded at the door, and Beckett chuckled. I'd never seen him so relaxed, while I was filled with sudden anxiety I was about to be viewed stark naked sprawled across my boss on the floor of his office.

"Go away," he hollered.

"Put some clothes on. Your mother is here," Colter shouted back.

"Fuck me," I muttered and scrambled to get up.

He laughed again. "I already did, sweetheart, but I'd be happy to go again. Maybe we can wait until after my mother is gone, though? You aren't very quiet."

My face heated, and I'm sure it turned beet red. "I smell like sex, and I have sex hair. I can't see your mother like this."

We managed to untangle and started gathering our clothes. "There's a shower in my bathroom. I'm sure there's at least a comb as well. Go on and freshen up. I can delay my mom." He kissed me on the forehead, then opened a door I thought went to another office. Rather, he had a bathroom with a large walk-in shower.

After I turned on the nozzle, I managed to twist my long hair up and secure it with a hair tie I had in the pocket of my jacket. Showering wouldn't really cover what we were up to in his office though, since his body wash smelled so much like him. I'd traded the smell of sex for the scent of sandalwood, which was more pleasant, but still screamedI was banging your son in his office.

The thin comb I found would end up tangled forever in my hair, so I ran my fingers through it and went with a bed head look. I was by no means the polished businesswoman any longer, but it would have to do. I'd spent nearly ten minutes sorting myself out, and she was likely to be getting suspicious of what I was doing.

I exited the bathroom, and thankfully did not find them sitting in Beckett's office, or mine. Once I was in the hallway I could hear the boom of Colter's voice followed by his resonating laugh, and followed it down to his office.

Grace rose as I entered and hurried over to me. "There you are, darling. I was hoping I could steal you away tonight for dinner, but Beckett tells me you two have plans."

I looked to him to verify this, because I wasn't aware of anything on his schedule. In fact, many of his engagements kept getting wiped off his calendar.

He looked back at me and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Ah, plans. I was guessing his plans involved no clothing and those hours lying in bed he'd suggested earlier. Actually, if I weren't still a bit angry with him his plans sounded perfect. Who was I kidding? Naked time with Beckett was still appealing. The man was built like a god, and in my limited experience seemed to have the stamina to match.

"Mom wants to drag you out dress shopping," Beckett warned me.

Grace waved him off. "Oh, yes and that as well. I was hoping we could start to nail down some details. Three months isn't a very long time to plan a wedding."

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