Page 62 of Taking A Chance

“Oh my god,” she says. “It’s happening. Finally.”

“What’s happening?” I look at her, confused.

“You having a life outside this place,” she says, slapping my shoulder and retreating to her own desk.

I laugh for a moment, realizing she’s right. Wow, she’s been right a lot today. I haven’t had much of a life outside of here. Going on shitty dates can’t possibly count. I was a little livelier when Lyla lived here, as she constantly encouraged me to adventure. But since she’s been gone, I’ve settled into a routine of work and reruns of FRIENDS, with an occasional disaster date. But I deserve this.This is your reward for suffering through that,I remind myself.

The rest of the day drones on, so busy I barely have time to eat lunch. I survive on caffeine and a strong will to be hulled up in a secluded cabin with Declan all weekend. I do manage to steal away a couple of minutes to book said cabin, but aside from that, it’s all business. I haven’t even gotten a chance to text Declan after conveying my thanks for the flowers.

But by the end of the day, Sara’s found a new vendor to deliver the samples, the original vendor agrees to a refund, and I’m only slightly behind on the other tasks I need to accomplish. All in all, I can’t complain too much.

I pack up my work bag, slipping my laptop inside and grabbing my travel mug. The ladies walk by, each one saying bye as they leave. I’m almost always the last person to leave. When the office empties, I shut off a few remaining lights and head for the door, stopping in my tracks at the sight of Declan standing by the front desk.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, stepping toward him with renewed energy.

“I thought I could walk you home,” he says. “Carry your bag for you. Seems like you had a rough day.”

God, he’s sweet.

“I did,” I say, my shoulders slumping, my bag sliding down. He reaches for it, slinging it over his shoulder as he leans down to kiss me. Usually, his kisses in these moments are brief, a chaste embrace. But this one is different, deeper, causing me to stumble for a moment.

My eyes meet his, and I see nothing but desire. A hunger brews like a storm in the darkest parts of his irises, awakening my own need. His shoulder slumps, my bag gently sliding down onto the floor next to him. He grabs both sides of my face, licking the seam of my mouth as I open it to him.

My hands explore the expanse of his chest before slipping into his jacket and around his back. Declan pulls back from the kiss for a moment, stepping back and locking the front office door.Oh my.I’m not going to lie, I’ve had fantasies about this. Sure, not with Declan, but in general. Full scenes of fooling around in my office have played out in my mind. Sure, usually it was Chris Evans as Captain America, but it was just like this. Only, this is better.

Returning to my embrace, he breathes hot air over my ear and down my neck.

“Let me make love to you,” he says. “Right here. I don’t want to wait.”

My mouth hangs open, a fit of nerves crawling up my spine. The excitement of it, the naughtiness, makes me hot all over.

Declan takes off his jacket, letting it fall next to my bag, then lifts me off the ground and wraps my legs around his hips. He carries me all the way into the conference room, setting me down on the edge of the long table.

It’s a frenzy now as he claws at the buttons of his shirt, untucking it from his pants. I unbutton my own silk blouse, the white lace bra underneath not leaving much to the imagination. He bends to kiss the tops of my breasts as his pants fall to his ankles.

I unbutton my pants, my bare bottom hitting the cold wooden desk beneath me and I blush. I’m going to have to sit here during conferences from now on.

“Fuck,” he says. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pressing kisses down his chest.

“I didn’t bring a condom. I got carried away when I saw you. I didn’t plan this out,” he says apologetically.

I bite into my bottom lip, contemplating for only a moment. “It’s okay,” I say. “I’m on birth control.” Declan’s eyes search mine, clearly hesitant. “It’s okay. I want you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod, desperate for his touch. His mouth lands back on mine as my legs part for him. He rubs himself against my opening, the skin on skin friction so delicious, I can hardly handle the sensation. He pushes against me, teasing, giving me just the tip of himself. My back arches, curving my hips toward him, my body in need of him.

Declan lays me back onto the table, spreading me wider and pulling my ass all the way to the edge of the table. He slides over my sensitive skin, causing me to moan. My voice echoes against the walls of the conference room, and I press my hand over my own mouth to quiet the noise.

Finally, and ever so slowly, he pushes all the way into me, letting me feel every inch, every sensation he’s causing, until I’m full. His thumbs dig into my hips as he slides in and out, throwing his head back, his face toward the ceiling.

I shut my eyes, concentrating on the sensations rippling through my body again and again.This man. This. Man.He does things to me. Touching me or not, I can’t get enough of him. I’m getting fucked on my conference room table for Christ’s sake.What did he ask though? To make love.There’s that word again.

“Cora,” he says through gritted teeth. “Cora, I—”

I pull him down to me, interrupting him, pressing his mouth to mine. I don’t want to hear what he’s about to say. I can’t. Not right now. I just want to feel this with him.

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