Page 59 of The Naughty Elf

I don’t give her a chance to respond because she can’t say the same. It’s not the truth. Even if she wants me, I’m not the only one. Diving for her mouth, I taste her gasp and enjoy how her body swings into mine.

Yes. Her response drives me forward. I need to have her right now.

Ginger matches my fervor, raking her nails down my back, grabbing my ass, and grinding us together. It seems like she wants this as much as I do, so I drag her skirt up to gain more access to her.

Unzipping my slacks, she doesn’t bother with the belt or button. We’ve gotten a lot of practice in perfecting the art ofthe quickie. My cock is in her hand in seconds, hard, throbbing, ready.

I lift her knee in my hand, spreading her thighs. And fucking God, she reaches down to yank her panties to the side and rub my head through her folds. A small tilt of her hips has me sliding inside of her an inch.

I groan against my clenched teeth, thrusting forward as her hand retreats. Two pumps sink me home.

Ginger clutches my shoulders as I pound her tight pussy, her mouth open in a soft O. I keep a tight grip on her hair, staring into her. Those blue eyes tap into the intensity driving me.

“Ginger.” I get distracted by her mouth as her lip is pinched between her teeth. “Sweetheart.”

Her hands twist in my shirt, hips moving to meet mine. I feel her clench around my shaft. She never can stay still when we’re fucking. It drives me to fill her up. To claim her.

Our gazes stay locked for long moments, pleasure building fast, but not fast enough. Releasing her hair, I reach between us to press my thumb over her clit.

She cries out, and I swallow the cry, kissing her hard and rubbing her vigorously. Intently. I want to make her come.

When her legs start to shake, I press her harder into the wall, thrusting deeper. Instincts make my hips rut like a wild animal. Every move is primal. I don’t want her to question how much I need her again.

I crave her time more than anything. I want to selfishly soak it all up.

Ginger mewls into my mouth. But I can’t stop. She’s so close, squeezing me with her core, begging me to come with her.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let go. Give me what I want. You know you want it, too.”

Her head falls back, face contorting in agony as she starts to pulse around me. Her orgasm is silent other than her rasping breaths.

The way her pussy strangles my cock races me toward my orgasm.

A creaking noise draws my own orgasm back, and then another creak of the stairs has me pulling out of her without release and lowering her leg. I drop her skirt around her hips, and I barely stuff myself away before someone crests the second floor at the end of the hall.

Fuck, we’ve been caught.

26

GINGER

Ibarely have time to enjoy the post-orgasm aftershocks when Jackson pulls out of me. My dress falls back down around my hips to cover me up as someone comes upstairs.

It’s too close. My heart is pounding for all of the wrong reasons.

Jackson is barely dressed, but we both look mussed from the sex. Just because we’ve covered up doesn’t mean we aren’t caught.

Damn it.

I wipe at my face, tempted to turn away, but I am an adult. I can face whoever it is who’s discovered us.

Sucking in a breath, I meet Ashley’s gaze. Would it have been worse if it were someone else?

Fight or flight kicks in, and I squeeze past them both to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Am I hiding? Yes. Do I have the guts to go out there and face the two of them right this second? Absolutely not.

I can’t even face the mirror right now.

Squatting on the toilet, I drop my head into my hands and scream into my hands. I’ve been so stupid to be this casualabout things at work. Tempted fate too often. Been behaving like a love-struck teenager. And I had plenty of these experiences when I was an actual teen. Hence, my having a seven-year-old daughter at twenty-four.

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