Page 66 of The Love Wager

Her eyes water as she lifts on tiptoe to crash her lips to mine.

Her kiss is always like a violent tornado, decimating all land in its wake, but this one is more—more than I ever could have imagined for myself.

I tip her chin with my hand beneath her jaw, deepening it as I turn us toward the conference table and press against her.

All of the energy oozing off of her tells me she needs this, locale be damned.

If she’s going to tell me to go home, I’ll at least go home smelling like her. Even if it’ll drive me fucking crazy.

Easing her onto the edge of the table, I hear a bunch of her papers crackle as she presses against them. “Brooks,” she warns, looking at the door.

I ignore the warning, uncaring of anyone but her obvious needs. Shoving her skirt up her legs, I eye her for any more rebuttal, but she gives none as she watches me intently, opening her legs to me with explicit permission.

I grin. “That’s my good girl,” I coax.

She’s got silky panties covering her center, and there’s evidence of her arousal seeping through them, more evident in the light as I get her skirt out of my way.

Running my finger over the outer confines, right over the very slit that’s haunted my dreams, I look up to watch her reaction. “Seems you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

“Sh—Shut up,” she stammers as I slide her panties to the side and bare her to me.

Lifting one of her legs, I run my eyes at its length, right down to her stilleto-covered foot. “I love these on you.”

Dropping her leg over my shoulder, I tease her lips open as I lean forward, all the while watching her reactions.

Her sassy mouth is finally silent as I descend on her, lashing at her pussy with my tongue, savoring every bit of her flavor that I’ve been missing since she took it with her.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, one of her hands coming down to tangle in my hair.

I grin against her warmth as I find her entrance with two fingers, knowing my girl needs more.

Thinking of her as mine spurs me on, and I sink them deep inside her heat, eating up the moan she tries to stifle.

“Indie, are you alright? I thought I heard…”

I don’t stop. If anything, I fuck her harder, deeper, licking around her clit with fevered circles.

She bows forward, digging her hands into my hair. “Get the fuck out!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I hear the door slam on the girl’s exit, and I pull back and grin up at Indie, covered in her arousal.

“I’m going to have to pay her not to leave, you know?” she gets out.

I shrug. Twisting my fingers toward her front wall, I curl them forward and find the spot that’ll make her go off without a doubt and wage war on it.

She tugs my face back down, begging for what she can’t coherently get out at the moment.

Lapping at her with renewed vigor, I nearly come unglued when she screams my name as she comes, her center violently clamping around me like a vise as I try to drag the orgasm out.

“Fuck,” she whispers as I look up at her.

I stand, pull my fingers from her center, and shove them in her mouth for her to clean off.

She obliges, and it makes my erection press harder against my jeans. The flick of her playful tongue over my fingers is enough to make me bend her over the table, but I try to refrain.

“Now, where was I?” I taunt, tugging her panties back over her swollen, satiated center. “Oh yeah, where am I going to live? With you, or a hotel?”

“You’re already assuming I’m going to say that I feel the same way you do?”

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