Page 71 of Best Hex Ever
“Could we?” She turned around in his arms, excited. “I would love that so much.”
“We’ll do it then. I’ll put in a request to the archives for a scan of the map and we can show it to your mum next time we’re there.”
It was so easy planning a future with Dina. She made it so easy.
Scott caressed her cheek with his hand, kissing her deeply.
They headed back to the exhibition entrance, the prospect of getting Dina behind the locked door of his office proving so appealing that Scott didn’t even notice the falling poster. It collapsed onto the marble floor with a loud crash. A few centimeters closer and it would have hit him.
“Fuck,” he said, jumping back, instinctively pushing Dina behind him. “That was close.”
Surprisingly, she looked more shaken than he felt.
“Too close,” she muttered, frowning down at the collapsed poster. “I have a bag of herbs I’d like you to start carrying with you in your pocket, if that’s okay?”
Whatever would make her happy, his little witch.
“Of course,” Scott said, sending a message to the construction team to fix the poster before he all but carried Dina to his office.
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“It’sso cozy in here,” Dina said, running a hand across Scott’s mahogany desk. He watched the trail of her finger hungrily.
“What were you expecting, some kind of man cave?” he said, teasing. He turned to lock the door behind them and thanked the heavens that his office only had the one small window. The place was empty now, but still, he’d need Dina to be quiet.
When he turned back around, she was sitting on the edge of his desk.
“Thank you for showing me your exhibition,” she said, pulling off her fluffy red jumper. Underneath it, she was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and he could see the stiff peaks of her nipples through the material. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, sitting on his desk like that, her legs just open enough that he could see the seam between her inner thighs. No underwear.
When she reached down and caressed her breasts with her own hands, all his restraint vanished. He strode over, capturing her lips in a long deep kiss. Scott wasted no time removing her top, his mouth finding the heat of her breasts. The small sigh Dina made was enough to have his cock pressing against his trousers again.
“Been dreaming about having you on this desk,” he hissed, as Dina used her hands to unbuckle his belt, pulling his cock free. She palmed him, rubbing a thumb over the sensitive tip. Christ, she unmade him.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten what you promised you’d do to these leggings,” she whispered, nipping his ear with her teeth.
Oh no, he hadn’t forgotten.
Scott spun Dina around so she was facing away from him, pressed against the desk. He started by planting gentle kisses to the nape of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulder, relishing the goosebumps he left in his wake.
His calloused hands felt rough compared to the softsuppleness of Dina’s breasts, but she arched her back as he stroked her there, feeling the stiff points of her nipples.
“Down on the desk,” he instructed. “Good girl.”
Dina did as she was told, and Scott licked down the warm skin of her spine until he reached the waistband of her leggings.
Going down on his knees, Scott ran his hands over Dina’s plump buttocks. He’d always considered himself more of a boob man until he’d met Dina. Her ass was going to haunt him for the rest of his days if he didn’t have it right now. Even just holding it through the leggings was making his hard-on ache.
“You sure?” Scott asked. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she whispered, hissing out a breath of pleasure as Scott ripped open the seam of the leggings in one swift motion.
She looked like heaven, lying bare for him.
“Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?”
The last of Scott’s words were muffled as he pressed his face into the delicious seam of Dina’s ass, trailing his tongue along the slick heat of her. And there she was. Dripping and plump, ready for him.
“Look at you, so fucking wet already.” He licked her sweet cunt again with firm pressure, and Dina let out a broken moan that sounded like his name.
