Page 39 of Endlessly Yours
“Is this what you want?
She nodded. “It’s about time.”
I grinned before pulling at the top of her dress. The snaps popped open, and I held the arms of the dress down so it pinned her slightly.
“Look at you, having trouble moving, and your breasts are just here for me. I can do whatever I want with them. Are you going to let me do what I want with them?” I asked.
She nodded tightly, her eyes wide.
“That’s a good girl.” I moved forward, rolling her nipples between my forefinger and thumb over her barely there, thin bra. “So sensitive. Can you come by someone just sucking on your nipples?”
She shook her head. “I can barely come with sex anyway.”
She ducked her head as she said it, and I frowned. “You came that night. I don’t remember much, but I remember that,” I whispered, cupping her breasts with my hands.
She met my gaze again. “That was the only time.”
I cursed under my breath. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you come. More than once.”
We were in a damn office where anybody could walk by and hear us, and our pizza was probably burning somewhere or getting cold if Kendall’s team took care of it, and I didn’t fucking care. I just needed her mouth, needed her.
And this time, it didn’t feel like a betrayal. This time, it felt like something I wanted. Needed.
Because I’d been truthful with East. I was still grieving my wife, but I didn’t mourn her every second of every day.
And I couldn’t stay away from Rory.
I kissed her again before I undid the clasp of her bra, leaving her breasts bare to my sight.
I leaned forward, sucking one nipple into my mouth as I played with the other one with my hand. She moaned into me, and I paid special attention to her other breast, loving the way that her soft pink nipples darkened into red points.
“Like little cherries, I love plucking them,” I whispered against her soft flesh. Her breasts were more than a handful, and I had big hands, and I couldn’t wait to fuck them sometime.
Because yes, despite everything that I had said and thought before, I did not want this to be the only time.
Without saying another word, I went to my knees and pushed up her dress. She had on red cotton panties, and I groaned, loving the way that I could scent her arousal.
“So beautiful,” I murmured. And I leaned forward, sliding her panties to the side to bare her pussy. She had shaved, all smooth and bare and wet. So I leaned forward and licked her once, twice, and before I could even hover over her clit more than once, she came, nearly falling off the edge of the desk as she did. I leaned forward, sucking at her clit, wanting to enhance the pleasure.
“Brooks!” she nearly shouted, and I looked up at her from between her legs.
“People can hear, baby girl. Be quiet.”
She nodded, eyes wide, as I continued to suck at her pussy.
Needing her, I stood up, pulled out my condom, and shoved down my pants to my knees. It wasn’t going to be pretty, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Yes?” I asked, needing her to say it.
She nodded.
“The words, baby. I need the words.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
So I sheathed myself in a condom as her eyes widened again.
“I thought the piercings were just in my head,” she breathed.
