Page 64 of Beat around the Bush
“You like it when your boss fucks you over his desk, Oakley?” I whispered in her ear.
Her head was still tilted back with her hands gripped tight to the desk. She shook her head as much as she could.
“No?” I questioned, keeping my pace. “You don’t like how I feel inside this sweet pussy?” She’d be lying if she didn’t. I couldfeelhow much she loved it. How I made her body tighten and ache for more.
“No,” she said through a breathy moan. “I like whenyoufuck me, Lennon.”
“Same thing, baby.”
She shook her head and I quickly pulled out to flip her around so her back and head were on the desk. Pushing myself back into her, I picked up speed again. Hovering over her, I grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head to the desk. Her mouth was parted, her hair fanned out around her, making her look all the more like a goddess.
She slowly clenched around me, and I knew what was coming. I kept my pace steady, thrusting into her deeper, so I hit that perfect spot inside of her that my fingers had found so easily. As soon as I hit it with my cock, she screamed, throwing her head back as her back arched. I let go of her hands, bringing my hands to the bend in her waist and holding her steady as I rode her through her orgasm.
“Just like that, baby. Come on my cock like you came on my fingers like the good girl you are.”
“Lennon!” she screamed, her body twitching under mine.
My name on her lips was all it took to get there. I stopped, shoving deep inside her, then pulled out, emptying myself onher thigh and stomach. My hand supported me on the desk beside her hip as I hung my head, catching my breath.
“I was not expecting that,” she said after a few moments.
I lifted my head to find her staring at me. “No?”
She shook her head. “Maybe older men have been the way to go all along.”
I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head. “Don’t go around saying that in town. They’ll be flocking to you by the dozens.”
She sat up, propping herself on her elbows. Her breasts were still on display with her shirt pulled up above them. “I don’t want just any man, Lennon.”
I stepped back, grabbing some tissues off my desk and cleaning her thigh and stomach up. After she was wiped clean, I tossed them in the trash bin on the floor and fixed my pants, then grabbed hers and bent to slide them over her feet. Once both legs were in, I pulled them up. She stood, making it easier for me to get them over her thighs and ass. After buttoning them, I fixed her bra and pulled the hem of her shirt down over her stomach.
Then, I grabbed her chin, tipping her head up to me. Those emerald eyes were heavy, her auburn hair mussed up, her freckled cheeks rosy. “Good. Because now that I’ve had you, I’m not letting any other man within five feet of you. You’re mine. In every form of the word, you are mine. Got it?”
She nodded, and I bent slightly to press my lips to hers, kissing her gently. “That’s my good girl,” I whispered against her lips.
Goosebumps rose on her arms as I pulled back.
“So bossy,” she muttered with a smile.
“When it comes to you, Oakley, I’ll be bossy, but only when I need to make myself clear that you belong to me. I don’t share.”
Her cheeks deepened in color as she looped her arms around my neck. “You can boss me around all you want, cowboy.”
I smirked. “You like that?”
She gave a little shrug, her smile deepening. “I might.”
I brushed my lips across hers, still not having had enough of her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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Oakley
Lennon pulled into the parking spot outside the shop, but as he reached for his key in the ignition, I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“You don’t have to go in with me,” I reminded him. We’d gone back and forth about it the entire ride here.
“Yes, I do,” he said matter-of-factly.
