Page 47 of Under the Mistletoe
She launches herself at me, and I catch her, my lips colliding with hers as she melts into my arms.
I kiss her like she is the air I need. It’s not even nine in the morning. The workweek barely started, but while my emails pile up and I continue to ignore my cell, I hold this woman in my arms and feel completely whole for the first time in my life.
Her hands dive into my hair as she pulls me to her. My hands drop down her back, cupping her sweet peachy ass in my palms, pulling her against me.
I push her against the desk, my need for her increasing.
“Anyone could walk in,” she says breathily but doesn’t let me go. In fact, her hands land on my belt, opening it quickly.
“They wouldn’t dare.” If anyone did, they would be immediately fired.
Her hand dips under my underwear, and I feel her grip on to my hardened length. This is so unprofessional, it’s crazy, but fuck, I’ve dreamed of this moment.
I pull up her dress, the fabric gathering at her waist, and I slip my fingers under her lace and feel her warm, wet pussy.
“Hmmm, you feel ready for me…” I tease as my lips find hers again.
“You too, it seems.” She pumps my shaft, and I thicken in her hand.
We’re acting like fucking teenagers who can’t keep their pants on. She’s jacking me off with the city landscape below as I circle her clit and feel her legs widen, giving me more access.
“Can you be quiet?” The walls are thick, but I know how she likes to yell my name. A Monday morning calling my staff doesn’t need to hear.
“Are you insinuating you’re going to make me scream?” She pushes my trousers down, and I lift her ass up onto the edge of my desk.
“The way your pussy is clenching my fingers tells me everything that I need to know, baby.” I grin against her mouth as she leans back on her hands, looking at me like she’s daring me to continue.
“I’ll be quiet… sir…” Her tone changes and her words hit me. Sir has me feeling harder than a rock. I push her lace underwear to the side and slide into her, the movement making us both groan.
“Fuuuckkk,” I grit out as I start building a rhythm, knowing that we need to be quick, and I need her to come first.
“Yes…” She grabs on to my upper arms, and I smooth my hands around her ass, pulling her forward to meet me as I start to thrust.
I grit my teeth and position her where I know she needs to be, hitting her clit with every thrust. She feels like heaven and hell all rolled into one, and right here in my office on my desk, our forbidden lives playing out in the exact room it shouldn't, heightens the feeling.
Despite what the media thinks of me, I’ve never had sex in my office. I keep my working life strictly professional. I date casually, rarely mixing the two. But right now, I have broken through every personal line I’ve ever had, all because of this beautiful woman who's panting in my arms.
“Oh my God… So good.” Her fingers dig into my muscles, and I take her harder, my need for her so intense it’s hard to stop.
“You going to come for me?”
She’s breathless as she nods, whispering, “Yes…”
“Yes, what?” I grit out, wanting to hear it again.
“Yes… sir…”
“Mmmmmmm, you feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking perfect.” I’m trying to keep my arousal at bay, knowing my orgasm is close.
“Oh…” She bites her bottom lip, and I feel her clench around me.
“That’s it. Let me fuck you right here on my desk. Your pussy is begging for me.”
And that’s all it takes as she pulses around me.
“I’m coming… oh shit… oh my…” she whispers, suppressing a cry of pleasure as she grips on to me even more. I clench my hands, palming her ass, taking her how I need to.
“Good girl… Fuck…” Her pussy clenches, my dick throbs, and together, we come.
