Page 27 of The Flames Between Us

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice rough with desire but his eyes seeking genuine consent.

In answer, I thread my fingers through his hair, drawing him closer. "Yes," I breathe, my mind a chaotic swirl of desire and surrender.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, his beard rubbing against my sensitive skin. When his mouth finally finds my center through the thin fabric of my underwear, I gasp, my head falling back at the sensation.

With torturous slowness, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and draws them down my legs. Then his mouth is on my pussy, hot and insistent, his tongue exploring with the same thoroughness he brings to everything.

I watch, mesmerized, as he devours me, his eyes occasionally flicking up to meet mine in a gaze so intimate it's almost unbearable. The sight of him between my thighs, his face glistening with my own juices, pushes me toward the edge faster than I would have thought possible.

When I come apart, it's with his name on my lips, my hands gripping his shoulders for anchor. Before I can fully recover, he's standing, removing the last barrier between us.

I stand in awe at the sight of him fully naked— impressively endowed. His erection stands proud, larger than any I've been with before, thick and perfectly proportioned to his frame.

A flicker of uncertainty must cross my face, because he pauses, concern tempering his desire.

"Are you okay? We can stop if you want."

"No," I respond, perhaps too quickly, too eagerly. "Definitely not stopping."

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he steps closer.

"Good," he murmurs, taking himself in hand and guiding the blunt head of his cock to my entrance.

I squirm at the initial pressure, the stretch more intense than I anticipated. He moves with control, easing forward incrementally, giving my body time to adjust to his size.

"You feel fantastic," he breathes against my neck, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.

I grip the edges of my desk, papers crumpling beneath my fingers as he establishes a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through me, building upon the orgasm he's already given me with his mouth.

There's a part of my mind—the professional, rational part—that knows this is wrong on multiple levels. That I'm violating not just ethical guidelines but potentially legal ones. That this could end my career if discovered.

Yet if this is so wrong, how can it feel so right? How can this connection with Ollis feel more genuine, more honest than anything I've experienced? I push these thoughts aside. The future and its consequences can wait. Right now, there is only this—only us.

His pace quickens, his hands tightening on my hips. He gives my ass a playful smack, then leans close to my ear.

"Turn around," he commands softly. "Bend over."

The authority in his voice sends a fresh thrill through me. I bite my lower lip, nodding as he pulls out to allow me to reposition. I turn, bending over the desk, presenting myself to him in a way that would have embarrassed me with any other partner.

His hand brushes reverently over the curve of my ass.

"You look gorgeous like this," he says, then he's pressing forward again, sliding back inside me with ease, my body now slick and receptive.

Each thrust produces a wet, unmistakable sound of our joining that only heightens my arousal. He establishes a powerful rhythm, his body slapping against mine, the desk creaking slightly beneath us. My breasts rub against the cool surface of the desk, and I feel the tension building again, faster and more intensely than before.

"I'm going to come," I warn, barely recognizing my own voice, husky with desire.

"Do it," he encourages, one hand sliding around to find my clit, adding pressure that tips me over the edge. "Come for me, Everly."

His words are my undoing. I shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me as my inner muscles clench around his cock. He groans at the sensation, his thrusts becoming less controlled, more primal.

"I can't—" he manages, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. "I'm not going to last much longer."

I feel him pulling out, but in a moment of reckless abandon, I reach back to grab his thigh. "Stay," I urge. "Stay inside me."

He hesitates only a moment before driving deep one final time, his body going rigid as he spills himself within me. I feel each pulse, each jet of warmth filling me, marking me in the most primitive way. Being claimed by this honorable, powerful man feels right in a way I can't articulate—only experience.

Afterward, he helps me turn to face him, gathering me in his strong arms. We're both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, the scent of smoke and sex mingling in the air around us.

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