Page 31 of Fumbling for Perfection

“Do you have anyone on staff to help?”

“No. I need my staff on the floor helping clients. I enjoy this aspect of the job more than teaching classes, if only I weren’t stretched so thin.”

Wanting to relieve some of the tension from her shoulders, I give her a lopsided grin. “Not gonna lie. I rather like you stretched out. Under me. On top of me. Across my lap.”

She laughs and my cock twitches in my joggers. I should have worn jeans. There’s no hiding what Riley does to me. She lowers her eyes to the serious tent I’m pitching and raises a brow.

“One track mind much?”

“Yeah. And you’re the track.”

“You’re full of lines this morning.”

“Could be from the mind-blowing romp I had with this fine looking woman.”

“Romp?” She giggles, and I grip her hips in my hands, tugging her into my chest.

Or rather, my tent. When my cock brushes against her stomach, she freezes, her eyes wide and full of lust. I recognize the sparkle. She’s as affected by me as I am of her.

“Riley.” I dip my head and whisper her name again across her lips. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m pretty sure this is your fault.”

“Doubtful.” I rub my nose against her cheek and sigh against her ear.

“You come in here bringing me matcha and muffins, looking like a sexy stud muffin yourself in these dark gray joggers.”

“Stud muffin?” I chuckle.

“You can’t deny it.”

“Hm.” I suck her earlobe between my lips and grin when she gasps. “There’s a whole fucking lot I don’t want to deny right now.”

“Then don’t,” she purrs, and works her hand between our bodies, cupping my balls over my sweatpants.

I hadn’t planned on taking things this far. My intentions were honorable. Bring her some food, get a wet kiss before boarding my plane. But what Riley wants, Riley will get.

“Fuck.” I lift her, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, I cross the room to the door, closing it and locking it.

She brings my mouth to hers and kisses me, hard. Her tongue plays in my mouth, and I suck on it like she sucked my dick last night. I swallow her moans and lower her ass to the small conference table.

“I’m fucking starving for you, Riley.” I drop to my knees and tug her leggings down her thighs. With absolutely no finesse, I yank off her sneakers and only have the patience to wait for one leg to be free of her leggings before spreading her thighs with my shoulders and dragging my tongue up her inner thigh.

“Walker. Yes. Please.” She smacks her hand against the table and lifts her hips to my mouth.

I groan when she grabs my hair and pushes my face deeper into theVof her legs. I slide a finger inside her and suck on her clit until her thighs squeeze my head.

“Oh, God. Walker. Right there.” I strum her clit with my tongue and work my fingers in and out of her as she continues to moan and curse and call out my name.

My free hand works its way up her torso and fumbles with the tight elastic of her sports bra. When I’m finally able to expose her tit, I squeeze and massage it with my palm. I lift my head from her wetness and stare at her open mouth.

When she meets my gaze with her eyes, I smile. “Perfection.” I twist my fingers, loving how her tight walls clench, and she closes her eyes. “Eyes on me, Riley. I want to see them turn to rich, dark chocolate when you come on my fingers.”

Her tits rise and fall as her breathing quickens. I lower my mouth back to her clit and keep my eyes on hers. It only takes two more licks and one tug on her clit to have her clamping her teeth and biting back her screams.

When her eyes close and her head tilts back as she explodes on my fingers and mouth, I nearly come in my pants.

I stand and lick my fingers, soaked with her release. “Perfection.”

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