Page 103 of Training the Heart

“Are we just boring and predictable now?” I ask as I approach him.

Wade pulls his glasses off and sets them and his pencil down on his desk. He takes his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks at me for a split second before he comes around the front of his desk with that lopsided smirk, wrapping his strong arms around me as he plants a kiss way too aggressively for six-thirty in the morning and his public office on my lips. Still, I can’t stop the feeling that envelops me from my head to my toes, desire stretching to every nook and cranny of my being.

Wade chuckles and then moves past me and closes the office door, turning the lock and tipping the blinds shut. I stand frozen as his hands skim down the arms of my shirt from behind me. He pulls the scrunchie from my hair and tosses it on the floor to God knows where.

“The last fucking thing we are is boring and predictable, Trouble,” he whispers in my ear, swiping my hair to the side and kissing my neck, instantly heating my insides as his breath and lips caress me.

“Did you actually think you were going to come into my office to say goodbye this morning in that tight little shirt with those perfect fucking tits on display and I wouldn’t feel the need to fuck them?”

“I guess I just assumed you would be able to be professional,” I whisper, as his hot lips meet the side of my neck, then move to my earlobe, pulling it into his mouth and biting down, hard. My pussy throbs and I clench my thighs together.

“The way you make me feel is anything but professional …” Wade’s hands come around my front and palm my breasts, and my hardened nipples beg for his touch against the fabric of my bra.

I turn my face to the side, his lips landing on my cheek in a light kiss.

“Tell me how I make you feel, Wade?” I taunt with a small smile.

I love to be his undoing.

One swift yank on my shirt and every snap comes undone, and my breasts bounce free as he pulls my bra off and tosses it.

His finger swipes and pinches a nipple; the feeling is a shot straight to my already heated core.

“You make me feel … fuck … completely fucking out of control, Trouble.”

I moan as my head falls back onto his chest. Wade doesn’t let up, teasing my nipples as he reaches down and presses a palm against my pussy through my jeans. I whimper with the contact and press my ass into his hard cock. I reach behind me and cup him through his jeans between us, panting with want, wishing he could do away with all our clothes as quickly as he got rid of my shirt.

Wade spins me around and lifts me with one arm, swiping papers off the lowest part of his desk with the other then dropping me down onto it. He frees me of my boots and jeans with one hand as the other tangles in my hair while he kisses me deeply, searching desperately every corner of my mouth. I’m putty in his hands, begging for him without saying a word.Use me, take everything I have, just make me come. Please.Wade pulls back and takes in the view of me on his desk before him. He loses his boots quickly and unbuckles his jeans and kicks them aside, pulling off his shirt and standing naked over me from his full height. He’s godlike and so beautiful, wearing a teasing smirk on his face.

His thumb comes out and drags across my bottom lip, then he presses it into the corner of my mouth before pushing it between my lips. I suck his thumb all the way in, looking up athim through my lashes. He groans in response. The sound rumbles from his chest.

“Be my good girl and push those perfect tits together,” he orders.

I bite down on his thumb as he hisses, then I smile sweetly.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy, Wade Ashby?” I ask.

“Yes, and don’t pretend you don’t love it.” His lips meet mine. “Now, shut those pretty lips, do what you’re fucking told and take my cock like a good little slut,” he whispers into them, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps over my flesh.

I moan as his knuckles graze my nipple, because he’s right, I fucking love it, so I do as I’m told.

Wade

Fuck, I could come just at the sight of Ivy right now, her eyes hooded, lips swollen from kissing me and her ass pressed against my desk. Her glistening cunt is on full display, and like the good girl she loves to be she’s pushed her tits together, waiting patiently for my cock to slide between them. I reach between her legs and run three fingers over her dripping slit. She sucks in a breath as I coat myself in her arousal, using it as lube.

“Fuck that tight little pussy with your fingers while I fuck your tits.”

I take over for her hands, pushing her tits together, then I slide my dick between them. She moans like it’s the one thing she wants most in the world.

“I love it when you’re this fucking needy before breakfast,” I tell her as I start to fuck between her tits. My head tips back with the initial contact. Every part of her feels incredible. I look down to where she inserts one finger into her tight pussy, then two, as she grips my desk with the other hand. Her eyes fall closed, and she lets out a breathy moan as her body shudders. I lean down and spit between her breasts, then rub my cock all over them. She quivers everywhere when she feels it.

“Fuck,Ivy … even your tits fit my cock like they were made to take me.”

“Wade … this is so hot. I’m going to come already,” she whines as she shifts between fingering herself and circling her clit.

“No, Ivy, you’re going to be a good girl and wait until I give you permission to come.”

She moans my name as my head tips back and I close my eyes. The combination of watching her fuck herself and the soft warmth of her around my cock pulls me to the precipice. I’ll never fucking get enough of this woman. I push myself for one more minute of this euphoria but she feels so fucking good like this I can’t stop. Her free hand reaches out and grips my ass, sharp nails bite into my skin as my name leaves her lips, and heat ripples up my spine like tossing whiskey on a flame.

---