Page 58 of Puck You Very Much

Just like in her dreams.

No, better than in her dreams.

“God, do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?” he whispered. His warm breath brushed her skin, moist from his kisses, sending hot and cold shivers to her core. “Every night for the past week. Every minute you were near me. Every second for the past few hours.”

He slid higher, gently pushing her panties aside with his fingertips, but not touching her where she needed him most. He teased her with his lips on the sensitive skin of her thighs, his fingers light as a feather between her legs—without getting too close to the throbbing desire that drove her crazy.

“Dax…” she gasped, “please!”

“I love that word coming out of your mouth,” he whispered, running his tongue over her most sensitive spot.

A moan escaped her mouth and her pelvis pushed toward him, but he held her back with one hand, pressing her to the wooden desk while he played with her hot center with the tip of his tongue…and sank two long fingers into her at the same time.

Stars lit up before Lucy’s eyes and her head fell back. Her hands sought support in Dax’s hair just as he’d predicted while he sucked and nibbled at her, testing her until he found the exact right spot. He thrust his fingers into her in the same rhythm as he circled her center, and Lucy felt herself flying higher. Hot spirals shot through her abdomen, dragging her over the edge…a moan escaped her mouth until she was close…so close…

Dax pulled away from her, cursing, and got to his feet.

Her eyelids flew open in disbelief. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“Your moans are too hot, Lucy,” he snapped. “I almost came just from that!”

“I don’t care,” she cried out in frustration. “I…”

He silenced her with another deep kiss as he stepped between her legs and rubbed his thumb roughly over her clit. “I know,” he whispered against her lips. “And believe me, you’re about to…” He paused and paled. “Shit. Condom. We don’t have a condom, we…”

“Purse,” she interrupted hoarsely, pointing to the bag she had set down earlier.

Dax let out a gasp and bent over the bag while Lucy tried to draw enough oxygen into her lungs. But it was impossible. Her rapid heartbeat and the desire in her blood made it impossible. And then Dax’s hands were around her face, his teeth nibbling her jaw and her lower lip. He slid down her shoulders, rubbing her hard nipples with the palms of his hands before reaching her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk.

She licked her lips, letting her hands wander and rubbing Dax through his black boxer briefs.

When had he shed his pants?

Lucy didn’t know or care, because the next moment, her panties followed those pants into nirvana. He gasped into her ear as she slipped her hand into his underwear and wrapped it around his hard shaft. All other thoughts left her mind. It was only Dax now.

Her gaze slid to his eyes. The blue of his irises was deeper than the sea. Darker than his voice. Slowly, she ran her hand up and down his length, watching his jaw tense, his Adam’s apple move…before he wrapped her hand tightly in his.

“No more.”

“But I want more.”

“You’ll get it all,” he promised, spreading her legs…and entering her. Because he couldn’t wait any longer. Because she couldn’t wait any longer. Because they both couldn’t wait any longer.

Lucy’s next breath caught in her throat as he slowly filled her with pleasure. He stretched her inch by inch, rubbing exactly the right spots and setting off little tornadoes in her abdomen.

She gripped the edge of the desk and dug her nails into the wood. Panting, she threw her head back as Dax pulled out of her and thrust into her again. He kept the promise he had made to her with his kisses. Gave her more. More and more.

A whimper slipped over her lips, but Dax didn’t give it a chance to fill the room. He caught it with his mouth. Kissed her greedily, he raised her pelvis and pushed infinitely deep with the next thrust. Tormenting her nerve endings. Again. And again.

Lucy was on fire. Her whole body tingled. The sweet tugging in her abdomen built up incredibly quickly…and the orgasm washed over her, forcing the air from her lungs and making her heart stop for a moment.

Dax sped up his rhythm, slid his hand between their bodies, and sent them skyward, prolonging the waves that crashed over her until she believed she could take no more. Only then did he follow her. Only then did his hips pulse against hers. Then he sank his forehead against her shoulder, breathing heavily.

Lucy’s head was spinning as the endorphins raced through her body, and her hand wandered naturally to Dax’s neck. She stroked him gently and buried her nose in it, inhaled his scent. She lost herself in his warmth and the feeling of satisfaction that filled her.

They sat and stood like that for an eternity. In their cocoon of heat and desire. And then the last waves receded, rippling through her veins and bringing calm with them. Her mind cleared. Her breathing stabilized. Her heartbeat returned to normal. But only when Dax pulled out of her and removed the condom, when his scent no longer enveloped her and his warmth no longer lay against her skin…only then did reality hit her. Only then did she realize that the office door was ajar, that anyone could have walked in and caught them having sex. Could still catch them.

“Oh God,” she whispered. Her hand went to her lips as she hurriedly slid off the desk and pulled her panties back on.

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