Page 48 of Indecent Secrets

I hadn’t realized how alone I was, and how unappreciated I felt, until I had gotten wrapped up in Bryce.

Every stray thought I had was pushed aside as Bryce literally swept aside some of the items on his desk, careful not to knock anything over, but enough to give him the room to push me onto my back and shove my skirt up around my hips. God, I was glad I’d chosen to wear a looser skirt today than last time.

We kept kissing, as if Bryce needed to have his mouth on mine to keep him from doing something stupid like giving me a hickey I couldn’t explain. I whimpered as his tongue stroked against mine, his hands sliding down my body like he was marking his territory.

Over the years, a lot of men had wanted to claim me. None of them had satisfied me. Now that I found one who had, it was all I wanted Bryce to do.

Bryce tore his mouth away from me and moved down to his knees between my legs. I shuddered as he yanked my panties down and off, and as I realized what he was doing, my heart started racing.

He dove straight between my thighs like some kind of animal, licking and sucking at my clit and every other part of me like he was on a timer.

I gripped the edge of the desk until my knuckles were white, shuddering at his expertise. Bryce was a deliberate man, one who had proven to me time and again that he was willing to take things at his own pace. He was the one teaching me patience, after all. But he was completely different now.

My hand nearly flew into his hair before I remembered myself and I gripped the desk harder instead. He hiked my legs over his shoulders as his hands dug into my ass, lifting my hips up so he could eat me out even more thoroughly.

I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back my cry of pleasure. Bryce knew what the fuck he was doing. My vision blurred as lust shot through me again and again, like spurts of flame up my spine. My legs started to shake, my breath stuttering in my chest.

Oh, God, this was too much, I was going to come and so fucking fast—

Bryce scraped his teeth over my clit, giving me that hint of danger and pain, and I found myself shaking apart into an orgasm that felt like it came from the depths of my soul. I inhaled sharply, but it felt like I wasn’t getting enough air to breathe.

And still, Bryce didn’t stop.

He kept going, like he wanted to eat every bit of me, catch every drop that spilled from my body. His tongue thrust and twisted inside of me and I had to clap a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet. I felt like I couldn’t catch a full breath.

Bryce’s fingers dug into my ass, holding me in place and closer than before so that he could drag his cheek against my hot, slick folds, making me feel the stubble.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I came a second time, biting down on my hand as my entire body shook at the intensity of the pleasure surging through me. Oh, fuck, that felt so good. Not just the orgasm, although that was amazing, but feeling just how desperate he was for me to come, feeling how much he wanted me to orgasm and how much he wanted to devour me.

Bryce continued licking at me as I whimpered and twitched with each pass of his tongue. He had a self-satisfied gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my legs, and I felt like I was prey that had just been felled by a ravenous wolf.

Something on my face must have shown my pure bliss, or perhaps my overwhelm and shock, because Bryce surged forward and kissed me, hot and deep. I could taste myself on his tongue as I licked into his mouth. Bryce’s hands seemed glued to my skin, and I was impatient as hell—I wanted him inside of me.

I yanked at his pants, undoing them in record speed and pulling his cock out. He was hot and thick in my hand, already slick from how much he’d been leaking. How we were going to deal with the wet spot on the fabric of his pants was a problem for later as I guided him into me.

The head of his shaft lined up against my entrance, and without any hesitation he grabbed my hips, pulled me to the edge of the desk, and slammed all the way inside. I gasped, my body clenching down instinctively around the cock now filling me up.

“Yes,” I hissed. I dug my heel into Bryce’s back, my heel falling off in the process, leaving me barefoot. “Fuck me, Bryce, fuck me.”

A ripple of satisfaction ran through his body. He really did like it when I called him by his real name. Honestly? It turned me on to do it, too.

I clawed at his shoulders as he rutted into me, and thank fuck the desk was sturdy enough that it didn’t shake, because Bryce wasn’t holding back. If we were in a bed the headboard would be banging against the wall.

Bryce’s mouth landed on my throat, planting desperate, sucking kisses onto every bit of my skin he could reach. I could feel the prick of his teeth now and again, and the slight burn of his stubble—never enough to actually leave a mark, but just enough to make me shiver with the danger of it. It was like he was holding himself barely in check from marking me, and that had my pleasure skyrocketing.

Anyone could walk in on us. Bryce hadn’t locked the door. In fact I wasn’t even sure it had a lock and I sure wasn’t going to double-check right now. Bill or anyone else could decide they had a question or were entitled to a moment of Jack Lawton’s time.

I wasn’t one for exhibitionism. I didn’t actually want anyone to watch us. But the idea that we could get caught, the thrill of possibly being in trouble and causing a scandal … I had to admit it added to the sexiness of it all.

I arched my hips in time with his thrusts, but I was mostly holding on for dear life, caught up in the wild ride. Bryce was almost out of control, and that line between his desire to fuck me good and hard and the thin thread of control he still held onto was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

Bryce kissed me hungrily and my nails scratched down his back and shoulders as he chased his desire. It was so fucking hot. I’d been with men who thought ‘dominating’ me meant just fucking me like we were in a porn video. That was the only tool in their arsenal, and it was annoying as hell.

This was different. This was after I had seen Bryce’s careful restraint and his perfect, controlled dominance. To feel him let loose and chase his high, to own me and use me… it was overwhelming and intoxicating.

“Come in me,” I begged, my mouth hot against his ear. I nipped at the curve of it. “Come in me, Bryce, Bryce, please…”

Bryce groaned quietly and his body shook as he emptied into me. I felt it happen, hot and claiming, and I came again as if my pleasure was tied to his. I whimpered, biting down hard on my own lip to stifle my noises or keep myself from biting onto his shoulder and marking the fabric.

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