Page 17 of Dad Bod Snow Job

To hell with restraint. I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her soft gasp of surprise. She tastes like peppermint and promises, her lips sweet and yielding under mine.

When we break apart, I'm breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for what's left of my control. “This changes everything.”

Holly's smile turns wicked, those brown eyes dancing with mischief. “Good. Why fight it?”

The last thread of my control snaps like a bowstring pulled too tight.

My growl is low, possessive, rumbling up from my chest. I lift her onto the desk, papers fluttering to the floor like abandoned confetti.

All that matters is Holly's mouth against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, and her quiet gasp when my fingers tangle in her hair.

The silky strands slip through my fingers like water as I break away, trailing hungry kisses down the delicate curve of her neck.

Holly melts against me with a whimper that sets my blood on fire. Her fingers slide into my hair, nails scraping my scalp, sending shivers down my spine, and I groan into her mouth. She kisses me back with a desperation that matches mine, as if she's been starving for this too.

Every brush of her lips, every soft sound she makes, pulls me deeper under her spell.

“Nico.”

The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild and ignites something primal deep in my chest.

“You don't know what you do to me,” I growl against her throat. “Walking around in my coat. Smiling at my dog. Making me want things I can't?—”

She tugs my hair, forcing me to look at her. Her eyes are dark with desire, lips swollen from my kisses. “Stop telling me what you can't have. I'm right here. I want this. I want you.”

I capture her mouth again, pouring everything I can't say into the kiss. She tastes like promises I'm afraid to believe in, like every Christmas wish I never dared to make.

I'm done for. Lost. The soft little sound she makes when I bite her neck sends a shock wave straight to my dick. Hell, I've been hard since I kissed her, but this is killing me.

The office is warm, too warm, and it's just us. I could take her right here. Strip her and bury myself inside her. But I have plans, and they don't involve my damn desk.

Her legs are wrapped tight around my waist, her body arching into mine. The way she's grinding her pelvis against my cock threatens to send me over the edge.

I need her to come apart. I'm going to wreck her, make her mine.

“That's it, baby,” I rasp, my hands digging into her flesh as I hold her close. “Keep moving like that. Rock that sweet pussy against me.”

Her breath is hot against my neck, her fingers twisting in my hair, holding me captive as she melts into my touch. “Feels so good, Nico. Please...”

I tighten my grip on her thigh, urging her to move faster, harder. “I got you, Holly. You're doing perfect. Let go for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

She whimpers, her hips swirling with growing desperation. “I'm close. So close...”

“That's it, baby. Let go.” My voice is rough, the filthy words spilling from my mouth as I nuzzle her neck, my teeth scraping her skin. “You like riding me like this, don't you? Being my good girl?”

“Yes,” she chokes out, her body tensing. “Nico...”

I'm throbbing, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans as I grind against her. Christ, I need to be inside her. But not yet. First, I need to feel her come undone in my arms.

“Come for me, Holly. Let me feel it,” I urge, my mouth trailing down to her collarbone, my tongue teasing the hollow of her throat.

Her breath catches, her body stiffening as she spirals tighter and tighter. Then, with a muffled cry, she shatters.

“Fuck, Holly,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers as I savor the aftershocks rippling through her. “You feel so damn good.”

She nuzzles my neck, her breath warm against my skin. “You too. I can feel how hard you are for me.”

I swallow a groan, fighting for control. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby. Been trying to keep my hands off you since you walked into my shop.”

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