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“Good girl.” I continue my assault on her neck. “Do you know how many times I pictured you across my desk in here even when I shouldn’t have been?”
“You missed a lot of opportunities because I’ve always been yours.”
Groaning, I swivel her around and bring her up to me. “Then I better start making up for those missed opportunities.” I crush my lips to her, and she welcomes me in as our tongues meet. I suck her bottom lip and dig my fingers into her hair, needing her closer to me. Her hands run up my t-shirt, finding my bare chest. I pull back and lift my shirt over my head, watching her as she does the same.
Reaching behind her, she unclasps her lacy bra, and I watch as it falls to the floor. I hungrily take in her full, perfect breasts before bending down to have a taste. I greedily suck on her nipple as her hands dig into my hair. She moans as I do the same to the other one.
“God, I’ve missed you. Two days has felt like a lifetime.” I murmur against her skin.
“I missed you too.” She throws her head back as I continue to feast before sliding my hand down the inside of her pants and thong. I’m met with a pool of desire and heat. She’s so wet for me that it makes me even harder than I already am. “Maverick,” she whimpers, rubbing against me.
“I’ve got you baby.” I slide two fingers in and cup her, rubbing against her swollen bud. She quickly works with undoing my pants and lowering the zipper before she pushes down my boxers and springs me free. Frantic with her movement, like she can’t hold back the need to touch me, she rubs my tip and catches my arousal on her finger. Circling her hand around me, she goes down my length and slowly comes back up in one long, torturous stroke.
Closing my eyes, I let her stroke me a few times before the need to be inside is more than I can take. I reach around her and close her laptop, pushing it to the side as I quickly push thepaperwork to the floor, not caring about anything other than having her tight around me.
“Turn around,” I ground out, barely holding it together. “Lay down on the desk for me, baby. I want to see this perfect ass.” I grasp her pants and thong, lowering them to the floor as she steps out of them. Coming back up, I lick my way up her inner thigh before finding her wet center. I give a long stroke with my tongue before feasting on her.
“Oh, God,” she moans. The side of her face is pressed against the desk, and her bare breasts rub against the wood as she starts to move against my face. I lick and suck, bringing her close to the edge. I reach up and squeeze her ass hard, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She moans against the desk as I move to her clit, sucking hard before she cries out. Her body convulses as I suck every last drop.
She’s breathing heavily against the desk as I stand up and center myself before filling her in one hard thrust. “Fuck,” I rasp out, her body fitting perfectly to mine. I grab her hips and fill her over and over again. She pushes her ass toward me, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand goes around and rubs her swollen bud.
Her body starts to clench around me, driving me over the edge with her as I pour into her with each pulse. I shout, matching her cry as we lose ourselves in each other.
I kiss along her spine as our breathing slows down to a normal heart rate. Slowly bringing her up against me, I pull out and turn her around. Smiling down at her, I brush back her hair that has fallen over her face. I kiss her deeply before laying my forehead to hers, just wanting to soak her in.
“I love you,” she whispers, bringing her hands up around my neck and into my hair.
“I love you too. I don’t know how I got so lucky for you to love me back, but I promise never to stop.”
“I’ll never stop either.”
I kiss her one more time, forcing myself to pull away because I know I have to open the store soon. I button my pants before helping her find her clothes that are on the floor. She walks to the bathroom to clean up as I start to pick up the paperwork that got tossed aside. I grin as I set it on the desk. I’ll never look at this desk the same way again.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Bella
“You want to do what?”I look around at all the camping gear laid out all over Mav’s apartment that I’m tripping over as I walk through the door.
“I’m giving you your tequila-induced plan. I got off work early today because Luke closes tonight, and I have tomorrow off. I know you don’t have any clients planned, so I’m taking you camping tonight. And trust me, baby, I won’t be turning you away when you crawl into my tent to seduce me.” He grins like a little boy on Christmas morning.
“Oh my God. Are you taking me camping? Tonight?”
“Yep. I about have everything ready. We can get there in plenty of time to set up the tent before the sun goes down.”
I look at the cooler, already packed with hotdogs and smores, just like the night when I was sixteen. Laughing, I pick up the bottle of tequila and eye him.
“You can’t have a tequila-induced plan without the tequila.” He grins and stuffs some clothes into a bag.
“No, I guess you can’t,” I laugh. “I need to go pack then if we are doing this.”
“It’s already done. It’s not like you’re going to need a lot ofclothes.” He winks at me before picking up the cooler and walking to the door. “Your bikini is over there if you want to change before we go.” He nods toward the couch, and I see my clothes lying there. “I never knew a girl could have so many,” he laughs.
“It’s a necessity in Florida. It’s like a daily outfit here, and you don’t want to wear the same one over and over.” I roll my eyes at him like it’s just common sense to know this, and he shakes his head, chuckling, before walking out the door to pack his Jeep.
I pick up the bikini and laugh at what he chose. I think it’s the skimpiest one I own and definitely the slutiest. I’ve only worn it a handful of times on vacations. It’s a shiny gold string bikini, and the triangles barely cover my breasts, not to mention the thong bottoms. It leaves little to the imagination of what’s underneath.
I guess if I’m seducing him tonight, this is definitely the one I need. It’s better than the shorts and sweatshirt I was wearing at sixteen. I quickly change in the bathroom and throw on cut-off shorts and a t-shirt over my bikini before walking back out.
