Page 31 of The Thorne at My Side
"Don't say ew."
"Ugh! You're so annoying."
"This turning you on Maggie?"
Yes.
His presence alone elevates my heart rate. Our verbal sparring takes it even higher. And it continues to beat at a furious pace as the rest of me freezes. Austin steps closer and brushes the fingers of his right hand along the hem of my tank. When he makes contact with my skin, goosebumps explode across my abdomen. When he drags his fingers up my stomach, lifting my shirt with it, my knees almost buckle.
"So, we're just going t–"
Austin answers my unfinished question by pressing his lips to mine. The hand that was under my shirt splays wide and his fingers slide under my breast leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. His other hand cradles the back of my head and his fingers tangle in my hair and icicles spill down my spine.
Instantly my body tries to wrap itself around him. My hands rake through the short strands at the back of his head as our mouths open to each other. Oneleg slides up around his hip and he cradles my thigh in his palm. I can feel him pressing up against my center and unlike at the office, we don't have to stop.
I drop my leg and push him back a step. The kiss breaks loudly and both of us freeze for a moment, chests heaving with inhales, my eyes stay focused on Austin to the point that everything else around me fades away. I can see how his muscles are tense but not with stress, with restraint, and I feel the same tension in my limbs.
We could still stop this, we haven’t gone past the point of no return. We could scrap this whole thing and go back to being work enemies. I’m trying to make the case for not going any further but my logic processing center is flooded with hormones signaling sex is exactly what I need. And that Austin is the man for the job.
With his eyes still on me, Austin pulls his glasses off and sets them on the table next to the coffees. My chemical fogged brain hears his message loud and clear. Game on! I whip my shirt off and when my head is free of the fabric, I see Austin doing the same. There's an unspoken race that's begun to get naked first. Soon shirts, shorts, pants, socks litter the floor.
I unhook the front clasp of my bralette and before the lace slides off my arms Austin has my breasts in his hands. His mouth descends as he pushes them together and my nails dig into his scalp.
"Austin," I breathe out and he responds with a nip to the tender skin of my chest. He soothes it with an open mouth kiss and my head falls back in pleasure.
"Fuck, Maggie, thank god you're so stressed."
I grip the short strands of his hair and pull his head back so he looks up at me. His hands fall to my waist and the way he holds me toes the line between harsh and supportive.
"Every word out of your mouth annoys me," I say as he laughs against my neck. I rake my fingers down his chest, abs that ripple under my touch, and when I cup him he hisses sharply. "But maybe I know how to shut you up."
"Do your worst Maggie Collins," he says as he walks us backwards to the bed. I push him down as I climb up and straddle him. There is no way I’m giving him the power here. As I reach to my bedside table for condoms I also see the SMS Connect phone and my brain asks me one more time if I’m sure.
Sleeping with Austin is just for the physical benefits, I tell myself. This is scratching an itch. Scheduling it will keep us from interacting inappropriately at work. I'll be able to focus and do my job better.
When I straighten on top of Austin again he's looking up at me, inquisitively. Is he reading my thoughts? But as I slide the condom down his length his eyes widen and all logistical thinking leaves my mind.
"You sure you're ready for me, MC?" He asks as his thumb presses into my clit and my toes curl.
"Are you sure you're ready for me?"
He laughs. "There's no way in hell I'm ready for you, Maggie."
I line him up at my entrance, with an inhale I sink down on top of him and watch as his head presses back into the mattress.
His hands come around to hold my ass and I tilt forward over him.
Together, without speaking, we move in tandem. Riding each other toward our peaks. I hear myself grunting with each thrust and it matches his sharp exhales. We're volleying back and forth together and I realize we've moved up my bed when I reach up and can grip the headboard. His hand splays wide across my pubic bone and his thumb circlesmy clit again and I feel zaps of electricity in my arms and legs. This sex is fast, exhilarating, no time to feel nervous. It’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
"Fuck Austin, yes," I growl out and he presses harder.
"Good girl Maggie, ride me, use me," he whispers, almost reverently, and I jerk my hips harder. My stomach bottoms out and as he toys with my mound I feel my insides flutter and my head free falls from tension to bliss.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes!" I breathe out and start to slow my pace as my pussy contracts around Austin's cock and I bring my hands down to his chest. With his heart pounding under my palm, I feel a smile creep across my face and I almost laugh as the tension leaves my body. Austin grabs my wrists and pushes up into me as my orgasm fades and then he moves my hands to one side and slides out from under me.
"Turn around," he commands and post-orgasm Maggie is willing to follow directions. "Hello old friend," he says to my ass as he kneads the flesh.
My mind is battling between the desire that’s ramping up again and how much I want him to stop talking. I need him to stop reminding me that he’s Austin Thorne, and potentially the thing standing between me and career success.
