Page 113 of Over the Moon

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll figure it out, okay?”

I loved Clark more than I loved my job, but should I have to give up my career to be with the man I love?

“Okay.” I swiped at the tear rolling down my cheek.

“No more tears. I’ll figure this out. I promise.” He used the pad of his thumb to swipe the excess liquid away. “Loving me shouldn’t make you cry.”

“I’m just nervous about what to do, you know? I feel sick about lying to my dad. I feel like Randall is suspicious because he’s constantly asking me questions about you.” I blew out a breath.

“You locked the door, right?”

I narrowed my gaze. “Yes.”

And without a word, he dropped to his knees, looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and slipped my panties down my legs, helping me to raise each foot as he slipped them off.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

My breaths were coming hard and fast. Was I really doing this? I pushed each foot farther from the other.

“Good girl. Now put your hands on your desk to brace yourself,” he said before he buried his face between my thighs. He pulled each leg over his shoulders, my black stilettos restingagainst his back, and his tongue swiped across my most sensitive area as I gasped.

He pulled his head back, a wicked grin on his face. “You need to keep quiet, baby. Can you do that?”

I nodded, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

He licked and sucked as his hands gripped my ass, and he held me close. My head fell back as my body melted into him.

His lips.

His tongue.

Tasting and teasing me in every way.

I leaned against the desk and tangled my hands in his hair, tugging him closer as I ground against him.

Wanting more.

Needing more.

“Clark,” I whispered. “This feels?—”

I lost my words as his tongue slipped inside me, and his thumb moved to my clit, knowing just what I needed.

My hands and feet tingled as bright lights skyrocketed behind my eyes, and the most powerful orgasm ripped through my entire body.

I used my hand to cover my mouth as I rode out every last bit of pleasure.

The sensation felt like it would never stop.

And I didn’t care.

Neither did Clark.

He stayed right there until my breathing slowed.

He pulled back, setting my feet on the ground and looking up at me, his lips wet with my pleasure.

“I could die a happy man right here with my head buried between those beautiful thighs.”

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