Page 62 of Counting Quarters

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I walked back to where he stood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to meet mine.

It didn't take much coercion for him to reciprocate the kiss and before I knew it, the backs of my thighs were hitting his desk.

“We have to be quiet,” he warned as I worked on the buttons of his shirt.

I nodded half-heartedly, but he stopped my hands and forced me to look at him.

“Fine,” I hissed.

Impatient with the buttons, I opted to abandon the mission halfway down and untucked his uniform shirt, then pulled it over his head.

He loosened his belt, and then slammed his mouth back into mine, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

His hands cupped behind my knees and lifted me onto the desk. A few random knick-knacks tipped over and crashed onto the ground, and he hissed out a string of cuss words as he scrambled to grab the rest. He paused, listening for any sign that the officer was coming to investigate. When it was clear he wasn't, he blew out a relieved breath.

With careful hands, he set the remaining items down onto a table behind him, and then turned back to me to rip my leggings off in one swift motion.

I yelped, and he covered my mouth with his, biting down on my tongue as punishment. I smiled against him, and our teeth clanged against each other as he used one hand to shove his pants and briefs down enough for his erection to spring free while the other pushed my shirt above my breasts.

Once that was done, his hand reached between my legs and gently swiped his fingers against my center, gauging my readiness.

He snickered into my mouth as he discovered I was dripping wet, and I slapped his shoulder bashfully. There was something about the prospect of being caught—of being so out in the open—that turned me on. And after seeing Amy so close to him, I couldn't wait for us to get home. I had to have him now.

Thankfully, he was more than willing to oblige.

He made quick work of lining himself up against me and pushed inside, torturously slow. When I glanced up at him with a question in my eyes, he flicked his brows up and smirked teasingly.

He was punishing me again.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back to my mouth, then leaned back onto the desk so he had to hover over me. It forced him deeper inside, and all his teasing was gone.

The air filled with quick, heavy breaths as he pumped into me. He shifted, then grabbed my left leg and draped it over his shoulder, so he had better access when he rubbed his finger against my swollen clit.

I inhaled a sharp breath and arched my back, so close to reaching euphoria. It stopped when Kyle's movements suddenly stilled. He turned his head to listen outside of the office again.

There was distant murmuring between the officer and Randy, but it didn't seem like either of them had realized we were here yet.

His body leisurely began working against mine again, and he turned his attention back to me with a wicked, mischievous smile as he realized we weren't going to be caught. His right hand returned between my legs, and he drove into me harder, caressing my inner thigh with his other as he peppered kisses along the spots his fingers brushed.

Worshiping me.

My orgasm came swiftly and powerfully, coursing through my body in red-hot waves. I swung my arm over my mouth to stifle my moans as I tensed up beneath him. The sensation reached all the way down to my toes.

Kyle leaned forward again, stretching my leg as he pulled my arm away and replaced it with his mouth. He swallowed my whimpering and picked up his speed as I pulsed around him, until I felt him twitch inside me.

His warm liquid filled me, and he pulled away far enough to stare into my eyes. A lustful haze surrounded him as stars danced around in his swirly grays.

Once our breathing calmed back down, he placed a kiss on my nose and then backed off of me.

“That's probably going to be my favorite image of you,” he rasped, taking another step back to fully absorb the vision of me sprawled out on his desk. “How am I ever going to get work done in here without imagining you?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his pig-headedness, and then hopped off to get dressed again.

By the time we were finished, the officer had disappeared, and we walked out unseen. When we got back to the house, Kyle tugged me through his door, and we got started on round two.

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