Page 75 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

It starts out slowly, but suddenly, her tongue is wrestling with mine for dominance as her fingers claw against my neck.

She holds on to me, nipping my bottom lip slightly with her teeth. I bite hers back, causing her to gasp and open her mouth. I slip my tongue into her mouth, intertwining it with hers as our hands frantically run over each other.

Maybe it’s the way she’s been so close to me all this time in this office, yet I couldn’t touch her. The only thing I’m sure of is how much my body longs to be connected to hers.

When her hands curl into my hair, grabbing onto fistfuls of it as she tugs at me, I know she’s ready for more. I walk us back to my desk, not pulling away from her lips until her ass hits my desk. Without a single care in the world, I reach out and push everything within my grasp off the table, down to the floor, clearing a path to place her on.

Files, pens, and pieces of paper clatter to the ground, but neither of us spares the wreckage a glance, too focused on each other and the burning desire swelling between us to care. I place my hands around her waist, lifting her small frame up and placing her on top of it, dress hiked up to her waist.

I slip her silky, white thong down her pale, gorgeous thighs, bringing it up to my nose and taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent before tucking it into my pocket. I lean over, placing my lips at the curve of her shoulder, nuzzling up her neck as she arches for me and pulls the top of her dress down to bare her beautiful breasts.

My fingers make their way up her thighs and through her soft folds, already slick with her desire for me. She lets out a small cry as I slip a finger into her warmth, my thumb circling around her swollen nub rhythmically.

Her pants and gasps have me straining so hard against the fabric of my slacks that I worry it might rip.

I need to taste her.

Not even caring about the fact that anyone could walk in here right now, I pull her waist to the edge of the table, dropping to my knees between her legs.

She raises her head off the desk to meet my eyes, hers clouded with desire. I hold her eyes as I swirl my tongue around her clit, watching as her body jerks, eyes rolling into the back of her head. My tongue replaces my finger, thrusting into her warm wetness till her legs are trembling around my head.

Her hand in my hair grips tighter, pulling me back up to meet her, her hot, wet mouth instantly against mine.

“More…” she mutters shakily, eyes shut tightly.

Those eyes open, lips looking like sin itself as she drops down from the table and back on her feet. I’m confused for a second. Does she want us to stop?

The thoughts die in my mind as she starts undoing my belt with urgency.

She unzips my zipper, pushing my pants down, and my rock hard cock pops out eagerly, desperate to be inside of her.

Eyes locked on mine, she drops to her knees, hand barely able to wrap around my thickness, and takes me into her mouth. I jerk in response, grabbing the back of her head as I slide down her throat.

She makes a beautiful gagging sound as she pulls her head back and slides me back into her mouth over and over again till I think I’m going to explode.

I pull her up and flip her over so that she’s facing the desk now, bending her over it and lifting her dress up to her waist so that her gorgeous ass thrusts out in the air for me.

“Cole…” she says breathily.

I grab handfuls of her gorgeous flesh, spreading it wide while I rub myself against her slick entrance. In one powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside of her, loving the scream that rips out of her.

She moans when I reach around in front of her to rub her clit while I continue stroking in and out of her. My thrusts are slow at first, and I intend for them to remain slow, but soon enough, my body is acting on its own as I slam myself harder and faster into her.

“Oh my God, Cole,” she moans in ecstasy. “Yes…please don’t stop…” she begs, bouncing back on me and meeting me thrust for thrust.

“I’m gonna—oh, God, Cole…I’m—” she doesn’t finish the sentence as her body jerks violently, walls tightening around me when her orgasm rips through her.

She struggles for breath as I continue plunging into her as my own orgasm tears through me. I shudder, emptying myself inside of her while I hold onto her waist to keep her trembling legs from giving out underneath her.

My breath escapes from me in large puffs of air, my tired body leaning against hers limply.

I don’t know what doing this a second time makes us, but I need to figure it out. Fast.

Softly, she pulls away from me, fixing up her wrecked dress as much as she can. The silence that fills the room is louder than any sound either of us could have made.

“I—I have to go,” she stutters, hurriedly picking up her small purse from the floor where we’d tossed it along with everything else that was on the table.

“Wait, Lila,” I say, but before I can get another word out, she has already slipped through the door, leaving me alone in the echoing silence.

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