Page 123 of When We Burn

“Holy cow.” My hand dives into his hair and holds on as he lowers his face and licks me along my entire slit.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet. So fucking beautiful.”

He’s lapping at me as if he’s starving, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don’t make too much noise.

What is it with this man making me crazy where I can’t make noise?

“Bridge.” I’m panting, reaching for him. “Please, I need you inside of me. Please.”

“God, I love it when you ask me for it.” He plants a wet kiss on my inner thigh, then stands and unfastens his pants, unleashes his already hard cock, and immediately pushes inside of me, filling me up and making me groan. “There’s nothing like this. Nothing in the world makes me feel like you do.”

“Nothing,” I echo. He pushes in and presses against my clit, making me clench around him. His face is in my neck, his mouth on me, licking and nibbling, as he moves quickly, in and out of me in the most delicious rhythm. “God, I love it.”

“Love what, kitten?”

I grin, secretly loving this game. “When you fuck me like this. With your big, hard—” I gasp because his thumb is pressed to my clit, making all the words in my head disintegrate.

“Go on.”

“Cock.”

“That’s right.” He crushes his mouth to mine now, and cups his hand around my ass, pulling me even tighter against him, and I can’t take it. My muscles start to clench even tighter around him. “Come on me, sweetheart.”

“Bridge.” I can’t catch my breath. “Shit.”

“Yes, my love. Let go.”

I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and Bridger bites my shoulder and lets go with me, following me over with a climax that shudders through him.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’ll never look at this desk the same way again.”

I lean my face into his chest and let out a little laugh. “Well, that was fun. I’ve missed you. Missed this. You didn’t wake me up when you got home last night.”

“You were sleeping so well.” He kisses my cheek and down to my chin. “And you had to work this morning.”

“Always wake me up.” I cup his face. “Always. We need this.”

“Agreed.” He kisses me so tenderly, so softly that my heart catches before he pulls out of me and reaches for a box of tissues to clean us up.

When our clothes are righted, Bridger tugs me to him again.

“I don’t want to say goodbye yet. Come out and eat with me.”

“Okay. I’d like that.” He opens the door of his office and leads me down the hallway. “Has the arsonist stopped his shenanigans? You haven’t mentioned it in a while.”

Bridger blows out a breath and runs his hand through his hair. “I don’t trust it, and I don’t want to jinx it by saying too much, but there hasn’t been any activity in a while.”

“That’s good.”

When we walk back into the small kitchen and eating area for the firefighters, we find Birdie sittingonthe table, with a big plate of chocolate cake on her lap.

“Whoa,” I say, stepping forward. “Who gave you that huge piece of cake?”

“Him.” She points to Diego, the guy she was flirting with earlier, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“She’s a master at getting what she wants,” he says, with his hands up. “I just do her bidding.”

“Yeah, well, that’s way too much cake.” I take the plate from her and don’t miss the way her face falls as I cut it into thirds and give her back her share. Then I send Bridger a horrified look. “I’m so sorry. That wasn’t my place, and I should have checked with you.”

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