Page 42 of Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers

He planted a big hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me backwards until I was pinned to the desk. “I need to have you. Put your feet on the desk and spread your legs.”

I did as he said without a second thought. “So bossy. You’re acting like you own me.”

He knelt and looked up, over my body to meet my gaze. His mouth was twisted in a dangerous smirk. “You want me to prove that you do?”

Whatever smart reply I had on the tip of my tongue vanished when he lifted my dress and licked me from top to bottom. I let out a wild moan and then slapped my hand over my mouth. It was almost impossible to stay quiet when he was eating me out like an animal. His mouth was everywhere, tasting, biting, pushing me right to the edge. Instead of letting me fall over, though, he tipped his head back and let me watch him wipe his mouth on my thighs.

“Uncover your mouth.”

My eyes widened. “What? No. I can’t. He’ll—”

“Hear? Yeah, he will.” Woodrow stood up and forced his pants down to his knees. He didn’t hesitate in grabbing my thighs and forcing his cock deep inside me. He growled when I let out a loud yelp. “Fucking scream, baby. Let him hear how your pussy loves me.”

I wasn’t sure if I was more scandalized or turned on. I gripped his arms when he braced them on either side of me on the desk. “Woodrow!”

He lowered his mouth to mine and licked my lips. “I didn’t know I was a possessive bastard until that motherfucker touched you. I want him to know you’re mine. I want him to hear you come around my cock, knowing he’ll never get within ten feet of your perfect body.”

It was filthy. Letting someone hear us have sex, it was wrong. Yet… “You’ve just decided I’m yours.”

He slowly pulled out and searched my eyes. “Maybe I should’ve saidours.”

I ran my hand up his arm and gripped his hair. “Am I?”

His grin was fast and dirty. “If you don’t know it yet, you’ll figure it out soon enough. Now, is this too much? I need to know if this is a hard limit before I try to fuck you through this desk.”

I stretched so I could grip his ass and tug him forward, deep inside of me again. I moaned at the stretch and heat of his shaft. “Don’t make me admit anything, Woodrow.”

He rolled his hips. “You don’t want to admit you’re a kinky little thing who likes the idea of someone hearing her get fucked? Or that you like that I’m a possessive bastard who needs to mark you with my come to feel okay about the asshole out there looking at you?”

I pressed my head back into the desk. “Either. Both.”

He licked my throat and then nipped it before pulling out and thrusting deep. “You don’t need to admit anything, baby. I can feel the way your cunt clamps down when you like something. Maybe you don’t understand it but you’re getting off on the idea I’m going to make you scream so he hears you.”

I lifted my head again to meet his gaze. “No. I’m getting off onyou. I just might like the rest.”

He went still. A slow smile, different from the others, changed his face into something even more devastating. “You’re a goddamn miracle.”

“Make me scream, Woodrow.” I ran my finger over his lips, over his shadow of a beard, and over the scar through his eyebrow. “I want to feel you.”

CHAPTER 33

Woodrow

I needed to see her tits. I wanted her little pink nipples in my mouth when she came. I picked her up with one arm behind her back and used my other hand to work her sexy green dress up over her ass. She figured out what I wanted and helped me. Once her dress was gone, tossed to a corner of the office, I unhooked her bra and tossed it away, too.

There. She was on the desk, her legs spread wide, and she was fully naked. Her pussy was shiny with her juices and her tits swayed with each fast breath she took. She looked like a manifestation of all of my dirtiest fantasies. Her thigh was covered in a tattoo of a mermaid I’d never been able to study because once I could see her thighs, my aim was dead between them. Her upper arms and shoulders were covered in flower tattoos, each one elegantly done. I took a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering exhale.

“So fucking beautiful.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue over her thigh tattoo. “Don’t know how we got so lucky.”

I’d said that last part to myself but Nellie heard. She smiled at me with her eyes full of warmth. Whether she knew it, or not, she really was ours. One night never would’ve been enough. We’d just popped the cork on something I didn’t think could be stopped.

She gripped the edge of the desk and shifted. “You’re staring.”

“Yeah, I am. One of these days I’m going to get you alone in a bed and I’m going to spend the entire night licking you from head to toe.”

“Only if I can return the favor.”

I groaned and gripped my cock. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”

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