Page 16 of Snow Harm, No Foul

It’s wet and warm and demanding, a year of pent-up desire and interest exploding into a single press of our mouths and clack of our teeth. Ivy’s the gentle one at first. She’s curious, and with every cautious flick of her tongue to the seam of my lips, excited, too. I let her in without a second thought and glide my tongue along hers, finding out how we taste together.

Fucking paradise.

I don’t realize she’s stopped moving her chest until my cock grows cold and I break away long enough to stare down between us. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she hovers off her knees, as if she’s too afraid to do what she really wants and climb onto my lap.

With a hard kick of each foot, I’ve got my boots and jeans flying across the office and not a single fucking boundary left between her and where she wants to be.

“On my lap now, Ivy. Take off those fuckin’ jeans. It’s time to ride my cock,” I grunt, dropping a hand to my groin and cupping my aching sack.

Her body shakes in one long motion that travels from her shoulders to her feet. “I thought you wanted to come on my chest.”

“We’ve got all night, angel.”

Eyes glazing over, she uses her hold on my thighs to stand. I hold my breath when she releases me only to peel the ripped blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Slowly but with an easy confidence, she palms the back of my head and runs nimble fingers through my hair before forcing it forward. I open my mouth automatically when her nipple brushes against it, demanding entrance.

“Yes,” she moans, stroking my nape soothingly.

I suck at her nipple and wrap my arm around her back, pulling her right into me. She tastes like peppermint lotion and the greatest temptation I’ve ever had to live with, and I can’t get enough.

I’m too impatient to wait for her to take care of her pants. I unsnap their button and shove them down her hips with no fucking finesse, only desperation.

“Enough playing. It’s time I bust through your pussy, Ivy. I’ve waited an eternity already, and I refuse to wait one moment more,” I say around her swollen, hard nipple.

She guides me from her right tit to the left and nods when I flick my gaze upward. “Beg me for it.”

The smile I flash is a warning. “It’s time to fuck, not beg. Now, sit on my cock before I bend you over my desk and have you ramming it against the wall for the next hour.”

“Why do you always make your threats sound so interesting?”

I answer by pushing to my feet so quickly she gasps and grip both of her hips before spinning her and folding her over my desk.

She giggles and throws her head to the side to stare back at me behind a curtain of messy curls. “Are you going to spank me now, Mr. Shaw?”

Her jeans come the rest of the way down with one swift yank. They fall to her ankles as I glide a hand up her spine and back down, pressing her onto the tabletop by her hip.

“Keep count. Miss one and I restart.”

“So, that’s a yes, then?” she asks, feigning innocence with the lip she pulls into her mouth.

I swat her left cheek with the back of my hand and watch in awe as it jiggles from the impact. It’s so fucking plump and round, more than a handful. I wait for the slap to register before roughly palming the curve of the warm, soft skin. I squeeze and pull at it before spanking her again, this time on the opposite side.

“Count,” I demand gruffly.

“Two,” she coos, pushing back into my thighs and wiggling her hips.

“You’re dripping onto the floor, aren’t you?”

I aim for the pink print I’ve left behind and hit her again. This time, she rocks forward against the desk, hips digging into the wood.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Three.”

She throws her arms out along the table, effectively sending my cup of pens clattering onto the floor when I ramp up the strength of my hits and spank her again.

“Mmm,” she whimpers.

“That’s four.”

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