Page 78 of Bound

Then escape in an indiscernible squeak as he rushes forward and scoops me up.

His eyes are wild, his color is high, and?—

All of a sudden, he’s kissing me.

Deep and wet with lots and lots of tongue, stealing my breath with his lips, with the tight hold of his arms, with the way he swings me up and pins me against the door.

Even then, he doesn’t stop kissing me, not until I grip the hair at the base of his neck, knocking his helmet to my officefloor, dragging his mouth away from mine. “Need…” I pant. “To… Breathe.”

“Meh,” he says, chest heaving. “Air is overrated.”

And then he’s kissing me again, his hand moving between us to lift up my skirt.

I shiver. “Don’t you have practice?”

“Don’t fucking care,” he mutters, having bunched my skirt to mid-thigh, his fingers moving to the waistband of my underwear and dragging them down. “Need you. Need you right fucking now.”

This is a fantasy I haven’t had—Jackson frantic with need, fucking me up against my office door. My poor innocent brain would have never been able to conjure this scenario up before, would have never begun to dream that a man could want me like this.

Thank fuck I’ve been disabused of that notion.

Thank fuck I have a whole lot of inspiration for new fantasies involving this man.

Office sex.

Skirt hiking.

Jackson showing exactly how far gone he is when he shoves down his hockey pants and positions his dick at my center.

I have just the thread of consciousness left to say, “Condom.”

He freezes then groans and drops his head against my shoulder. “I don’t have my wallet.”

“But I have my purse,” I say, reaching hard to the right, straining when I feel the thin leather strap. I tug the small bag from the coat rack, unzip it quickly, and then extract the condom I’ve kept there ever since Gran taught me about safe sex. “Not expired,” I say. “I change it out every six months because…” I feel my cheeks heat. “Because I didn’t?—”

He presses his lips to mine for one brief, scorching hit. “I’m caveman enough to be glad to have you all for myself.” Another kiss. “And even more glad that you havethis.”

He rolls the condom down the length of his cock and even though I’m getting door sex, even though I’m getting him like this, in his gear in my office in the middle of the day, the risk of being caught or at least gossiped about high, even though it’s new and exciting and a little terrifying, I know he’ll make it good.

Just like I know my mind won’t stop coming up with new fantasies.

That I intend to act out, whether it’s in the bedroomormy office.

“Ready?” he asks, lifting me a little higher, notching the head of his cock at my entrance.

“For you?” I say, pressing my palm to his cheek. “Forever and always.”

His eyes close for a brief second, the emotion in the deep brown depths calling to my heart, my soul. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I—” But my words are cut off by another squeak as he thrusts home.

I’m sore, yes. He’s big and this is a lot for my poor virginal pussy.

But I don’t tell him to stop, don’twanthim to stop.

It’s glorious when he pushes deep, sending my ass smacking against the door, and just as glorious when he draws back until just the tip of his cock is inside me. “More?”

“Yes.” I nip at his bottom lip. “Now.”

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