Page 113 of See You at the Finish Line

He swallows hard, narrowing his eyes at me.

“You’re lying, you’re wearing a skirt.”

I shrug. “Only one way to find out.”

He shakes his head and takes me by the hips, lifting me like I’m nothing more than a weight at the gym, and plops me on the desk right on top of his open books. His hand wraps around my ponytail like it did this morning. I didn’t think I was into hair pulling. But when it comes to us, I’m into everything Adam does.

“You aren’t going to dramatically swipe the desk clean?” I ask, my voice low.

“You know how much of a mess that makes?”

“I might make a mess of your stuff anyway,” I say quietly.

He groans and kisses me hard, prying my legs open so he can stand between them. His free hand trails up my thighs under the fabric of my flowy skirt to find that I was not, in fact, lying.

“Paige,” he hisses.

“Yes, Coach?”

“Damn you.” He releases my hair and lifts me. I think he’s going to send me away, but he flips me around and bends me over the desk. “I can’t get this fantasy out of my head thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I hear the buckle on his pants loosen and the zipper being pulled down. His length is there, insistent against my legs. He slowly drags the skirt up, hitching it around my waist.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, dragging two fingers into my core. “You’re already wet for me, sweetheart?”

“Only for you.”

“I am not going to be gentle,” he warns, his lips trailing my neck. He proves his point by biting the soft spot at the base. My pussy throbs at the gesture.

“Did I ask you to be gentle?” I say turning to look at him. His eyes are wild as he grips his hard length.

“You’d better be quiet,” he warns.

“No promises,” I wink.

“Fuck, Paige.”

“Yes, please.”

He rams into me and I gasp, his hand coming around to cover my mouth. I am so full of him, and I bend farther over the desk, finding purchase on the edges.

“Oh, you’re so tight,” he whispers, and I know he’s having a hard time staying quiet too. I’ve learned that Adam doesn’t hold back when it comes to the sounds he makes in bed. I love a noisy man.

I push my hips back into him, getting him as deep as he can go. He was not lying. He’s rough with his thrusts and I feel him deep inside me. The rhythm he creates hits my G spot over and over again. I’m rocking into him as one of his hands leaves my hips, coming around to circle my clit, and I am done for. His chest presses into me as his movements become wilder. We had a lot of sex last night,but Adam is dirty fucking me on this desk and I don’t think I’ve ever seen stars faster. I didn’t even know this was a fantasy of mine—I’m coming undone within a minute.

“Adam,” I breathe, and he continues moving his hand, knowing I’m close.

“I’m right there, Paige. Moan for me, sweetheart,” he says like he’s forgotten we’re in his office.

I breathe through the orgasm that rips through my body, feeling myself clench around Adam’s cock as he throbs, coming over the edge with me. His breathing is animalistic and he growls into my ear. He thrusts one last time, so deep that the orgasm that was fading out tears through me again.

“Oh!” I exclaim in surprise, breathing out a cry.

“Fuck.” Adam’s head comes to rest on my back. “What was that sound?”

“I have no idea.” I exhale. My legs are so wobbly. Adam reaches around, grabs some tissues from the box on his desk, and eases out of me, cleaning me up. He carefully replaces my skirt and pulls up his pants before collapsing into the chair and bringing me down with him.

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