Page 43 of Forever & Always You
“Now I really do need to fuck you,” he snaps, pressing his hand to the soft skin between my breasts and pushing me back until I’m lying flat on the desk. He keeps his hand on my chest, holding me down as he drags me a touch closer to the edge of the desk.
He frees himself from his jeans, but doesn’t bother stepping out of them, and it’s so irresistible, a man so desperate to take me, he can’t even take the time to fully undress. With his free hand, he moves my panties to the side and positions himself between my legs.
“You’re so sexy like that,” I tell him, trying to sit up for a better view, but he only pushes me back down into the desk.
“Don’t move,” he instructs.
A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. Austin runs the head of his cock over my clit, teasing, then eases himself inside of me. I gasp, throwing my head back and arching my spine in response to the raw fullness of his cock. He feels just as incredible as he did last night, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of how good he makes me feel.
“Please stay,” Austin pleads as his first few strokes are gentle,slow. “Please stay so I can feel you like this every fucking day. You are .?.?. You’re heaven, Gabby.”
If I didn’t already know my love language was words of affirmation, then I’d definitely know now. I could listen to Austin speak to me like this all day. Not only does his body make me feel good, his words do too.
Austin’s hips move faster as his pleasure mounts and he chases after his high. His thrusts become so wild, the computer on the desk rattles and my delicate little moans may as well be the soundtrack. He remembers my instructions from last night, and balances his strokes with working his fingers over my clit, until very quickly I’m squirming out of control on the desk.
“Almost there?” Austin asks, and it’s a good job he’s still holding me down, otherwise I think I may have rolled off the edge of this desk by now.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Good, ’cause I’m barely hanging on,” he says breathlessly with the tiniest of laughs. “You make me come so fast, Gabby. I’m fighting for my life over here.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate, dialing in on the pleasure. It’s building and building, and it feels so damn good, it’s almost unbearable. A gasp rips from my throat as I clench my thighs tight around Austin, shockwaves of euphoria spreading through my body, all the way to my toes.
“I like it when you come around my cock,” Austin says, and he grabs my hips and finishes almost perfectly in sync with me. He groans through clenched teeth, sweat dampening his temples, his body twitching. As he pulls out, he exhales a long breath of air and reaches for my hands, helping me to sit upright on the desk. “Jesus. I think I’m more obsessed with you than I was when I was sixteen.”
I laugh, even though my legs are still trembling and my breathing is chaotic. I run my hands through Austin’s hair,pushing it back off his damp forehead. “This definitely wouldn’t have felt this good at sixteen.”
Austin’s gaze is a hazy smolder. “What? Four seconds wouldn’t have been enough?”
I laugh and plant a kiss on his lips, then glance around the office a little helplessly. “I don’t suppose you have a towel in here?”
“No, but the washroom is on the other side of the lobby,” he tells me. “You can clean up in there.”
“I feel like Bambi,” I say as I slide off the edge of the desk and onto my feet. You know the orgasm was good when your legs feel this unsteady afterward. “This might be one funny-looking dash across the office building. You don’t have cameras in the lobby, do you?”
Austin shakes his head, sporting a sheepish smile as he zips up his jeans. “No cameras yet. I’m too cheap for that.”
“Okay, be right back.”
In my underwear, I sneak out of Austin’s office with my arms tucked protectively around myself and dash down the hall toward the lobby.
And for fuck’s sake!
What is it with Helen, the receptionist, cornering me at this junction?
I scream. Helen screams. Austin yells, “Gabby?”
Helen stares at me wide-eyed in shock while I stand frozen in front of her like a semi-naked deer caught in headlights. I know I said I felt like Bambi, but this just takes the cake .?.?. Austin approaches from behind and immediately steps in front of me, concealing whatever modesty I still have at this point. At least he has his jeans on, though no shirt.
“Helen, what are you doing here?”
And poor Helen looks thoroughly mortified, her cheeks flaring red as she backs away from us with her hands up. “Ileft my hand cream here on Friday, just wanted to come by and grab it, but you know what? It’s all good! Who needs smooth palms, anyway?” She gestures sealing her lips shut like a zipper and as she flails out of the building, she calls back, “I didn’t see anything. Promise!”
Austin looks at me, and we both burst into laughter that’s so pure and genuine, I decide it’s a sound I want to listen to forever.
14
I drive home to Durham that night, even though it’s the last thing on earth I want to do.
