Page 74 of Choices

Holy shit, I love this woman.

I've known infatuation, I've known obsession, I've known desire, but this is love. Watching her love and protect her children, the way children deserve to be loved. Something I never grew up with. Seeing the strength she had to deal with her POSH and then demand what she needed from Santiago. The way she gives herself to us freely, with trust and love.

My heart beats against my ribcage in a painful staccato, demanding this woman in front of me.

She's not ready for the L word, I don't think. But I've been sold on the idea of us for more than a decade.

She's notready yet, but the look she's giving me right now says she's close.

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her like she belongs to me. A whimper escapes her and I capture it with my mouth. My tongue finds hers and mine caresses her with a need, a promise. I tilt back a hair and nibble on her bottom lip, earning me another whimper.

I want to fuck her on my desk so every time I come back in here to work, that image of her splayed out beneath me haunts me.

I stand tall again, before wrapping my hands behind her thighs and lifting her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Matty! I'm too heavy!" She squeals but grips me in her thighs. Her hands wrap around the back of my neck. I smack her ass, hard, for that degrading comment about my woman.

"Do I look like I'm struggling?" I ask, all playfulness gone.

A second later I swipe papers, pens, and my laptop off my desk in dramatic fashion. Because I'm me, naturally.

"Matty!" She squeals again, but there's more of a laugh behind it than before.

I give her a salacious grin. "I've always wanted to do that."

I sit her on my desk before pushing her dress up to her hips. I love that she's started wearing dresses. I can tell the difference it's made in her self-confidence already. It's such a simple thing, but it shows me how she's coming into her own as a woman.

I fall to my knees as I wedge my shoulders between her thighs run my nose over the wet fabric of her panties and inhale. She smells like my favorite drug, my only addiction.

I lick her from bottom to top before dragging my teeth gently against her clit.

After I give her another amazing O.

She'swrithing so hard her dress falls over my head but I couldn't give a fuck. My cock is straining against my zipper painfully and she's so close to an orgasm. Hopefully the first of many.

"Matty," she gasps. "You'll suffocate down there." She's twisting and turning, I think she's trying to get her skirt back up, but instead I smack her ass again, hard. I tug her panties down and toss them over my shoulder onto the floor.

"Quit woman, I'm working here."

She lets out a strangled chuckle before pushing my head harder against her core. Another lick and suck and two fingers grazing her G-stop and she comes with a scream that reverberates in my office.

I finally fish myself out from under her skirt just to stare at her, flush, hair a mess, splayed out on my desk like a goddamn wet dream. I wipe her essence off on my desk so I can keep her smell with me long after she's left today.

Her blue eyes open slowly and take me in. A smirk spreads over her pouty lips and before I know it she's slid down my desk and landed on her knees in front of me.

"What are you doing, pretty girl?" I ask, my hand wiping a stray strand of sweaty hair from her flushed face.

"Returning the favor." She looks behind me. "Sit."

So I do, my body eager to obey.

"Good boy," she drawls with a sexy smirk. Fuck, she found my praise kink. Something bright and intense alights in my chest at her praise. I want to be her good boy.

I watch, mesmerized as her tiny fingers undo my belt and zipper, tugging my pants down. "Up." She commands, so I lift my butt upenough to let her get my pants further down and give her access to my boxers.

"I want you to remember this every time you sit in your chair to do work from now on."

I hiss as her cool fingers wrap around my cock to pull me out, but it does nothing to deflate how fucking hard I am for her. "I'll remember this every day for the rest of my life," I say, my voice breathless with awe.

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