Page 434 of Small Town Firsts
I draped my arm over my face so I didn’t kick him. As usual, he’d flipped the script. I’d come here ready to seduce, yet I was the one trying to remember how to use words. “Smug bastard.”
He stood and peeled open his dress pants. “Maybe.”
Yeah, he’d earned his smug bastard status. Then I was getting hauled up to a seated position.
“This will no longer be my assistant’s desk—unless you’re the assistant.”
“You deliberately tried to muddle my brain before you asked that question again.” Not that it was in the form of a question,damn him. He’d been trying to get me to work for him since he’d inked the papers on the building.
Iwasgoing to work for him, but he didn’t need to know that part yet.
He nudged my legs open again and lifted my skirt puddled between us. I released a slow breath as he stroked the head of his cock along my wildly sensitive center. “I would never do such a thing.”
Then he was sliding forward, filling me like no one else ever could.
Ever would again.
I lifted my legs so I could bring him in closer, then tightened around him inside and out. He groaned against my neck. His fingers dug into my hips with each pulsing mini-stroke. I wound my arms around his shoulders, locking us tight.
His head rose and our gazes crashed together. Lust and that all-consuming love filled his endlessly fascinating eyes. Believing in that love still felt like stepping off a cliff, but he made me want to fly.
Slow, leisurely strokes built until his jaw went to granite with tension.
I knew he was close.
Knew his body almost better than my own. I wanted to watch him go over. I needed to.
I tipped my hips and nearly made my own eyeballs roll back into my head. There was something to be said for a man who was very proportional. Especially when it benefited me so much.
“Don’t make me go alone.”
“Never alone. Not ever again.”
His eyes went wide just before I wrapped around him—my legs, my arms, and I sealed my mouth over his. I swallowed his groan, accepted that he was mine, and offered him the same.
He trembled in my embrace, his release so complete that we both melted off the desk on to the floor.
I giggled as all six-feet-four of him took up the entire Aubusson rug. He was splayed out on his back much as I had been on his desk a few minutes ago. This time, I was laying over half of him.
I’d lost my borrowed shirt somewhere, but PMS still wore his. I dragged my nail down his chest and snickered at the missing button on his vest. “Not sure when that happened.”
He lifted his head to look down at himself. “Worth it.” His large hand covered mine.
I laid my cheek against his chest. His racing heart slowly synced up with mine until we were breathing together. With his other hand, he played with my tangled hair.
“Ry—”
“I love you, Preston.”
“What?” His head came up so fast, he rapped it on the underside of his desk. “Ow!”
I laughed. “Are you okay?”
He rolled us until we were face to face, both of our heads under the desk. Sunlight slashed across the floor, gilding part of his disheveled dark hair and highlighting half his face. “Say that again.”
I brought my hand up to cup his jaw. “I love you.”
He covered my hand. “You’re not just saying it because I gave you four orgasms, right?”
