Page 128 of Accidental Theirs
“Then you haven’t taken your hour lunch.”
“Not yet, no. Thought about leaving early.”
“You can leave whenever you want, but right now, you’re taking a lunch break with me.”
“But I’ve already eaten?—”
“I haven’t.” My eyes rove down her body, and she flushes, and I can’t help but grin.
“My place is closer,” she says, and twenty minutes later, I pull up at her place, having waited for her to leave first so that no one would get suspicious.
She’s going to start showing soon enough, and people will have to know, but for now, we’re trying to play our cards close to our chests.
She starts removing her blouse as soon as the door shuts, and I unbutton my own shirt, taking it off and discarding it on her floor.
I’ve already left my suit jacket behind in the car, and I make short work of pulling off that little skirt of hers.
She wears thigh highs, and I groan as I squeeze her thigh, kneading the flesh there.
“I know, I’m getting fat.” She pouts, and I squeeze harder, making her squeak.
“You look unbelievable. Edible.” I put all my conviction into my voice, and she softens.
“You really think so?”
“I know so. None of us can keep our hands off you.”
There’s a bruise on her inner thigh, and I wonder which of them left it there.
The thought sparks something in me, but it isn’t the sick jealousy I felt before.
It’s more about all the possibilities of having more than one set of hands to worship her with.
I’m already kneeling, having taken off her skirt and panties, and she stands there in just her thigh highs and heels.
I lean forward, biting a new bruise on her inner thigh, close to the other mark, and she cries out, putting her hands in my hair.
I push her up against the wall, looping one of her legs over my shoulders and pressing my face into her sex.
I breathe her in, loving her musk, and lap at her clit.
She moans, grinding her hips up, pressing herself against the flat of my tongue for more friction.
“Can’t wait, can you?” I growl, pressing my fingers inside her as I latch my lips around her clit.
She gasps out my name, and she’s already coming around my fingers, clenching hard.
I groan, kissing her inner thigh as I finger fuck her through her orgasm.
Olivia cups my face, bringing me up to kiss her with the taste of her still on my mouth, and I groan against her lips, pressing against her urgently.
She reaches into my unbuttoned slacks, groping me through my underwear, and I drag in a ragged breath, grabbing the back of her head to kiss her hungrily, thrusting into her hand.
I want her so badly I can’t think straight, so badly that my head is spinning. I can think of nothing but spilling inside her hot, wet walls.
“Damien, the bedroom,” she says against my lips, and I pick her up, groaning and thrusting against her against the wall for a moment.
I am desperate. Pathetic. Only for her.
