Page 11 of Wrapped Up in You
“Bite your tongue,” I say jokingly before heading into my office. The door is only slightly ajar, and there’s no telling what Serena is doing without me in there. She could be working on the computer, going over past plans, or waiting patiently for me.
What I don’t expect to see when I push the door open then close it behind me with a soft click is Serena on her hands and knees in front of my desk. I’m about to ask her what the hell she’s doing when I see the spilled contents on the floor. It reminds me of the first day we met, when we slammed into each other, her stuff being discarded on the floor and me helping her pick them up. The only difference right now is I’m not helping her. What I’d really like to do is drop to my knees behind her, wrench her skirt up, baring her ass to me, undo my pants, and slam inside of her.
Since I can’t do what I want, I stand back and watch. Her ass sways from side to side, and when she moves closer, one knee stays in place and the other moves forward. Her skirt slides up another few inches, giving me a view of the back of her firm thigh and making my cock weep with precum. There goes any chance of my dick staying soft.
“Ahem,” I clear my throat. “Good morning, Serena.” She backs out from under my desk, and I make a mental note to keep the container of pens on the edge from now on.
“Oomph,” she says with a groan, hand going to her head when she bumps into the wood. I move quickly, dropping my tablet on a chair and squatting down to take a look at what I’m sure will become a goose egg on her forehead in no time.
“Shit, are you okay? Let me take a look.” My hands cup her cheeks, moving her head in a way that gives me a view of the bump.
“I’m okay. No stars. I remember what I was doing even if I’m still a klutz and manage to run into people or things,” she says with a small chuckle before closing her eyes, moistening her lips. The slight pause has me raring to go.
“Fuck,” I mutter beneath my breath, watching as her pretty eyes open, desire written on her face. “Tell me no, Serena. I’ll back up, walk away, and chalk this up to a one-sided attraction.” The need to resist, the rules I’ve used as a safeguard are all fucking gone, and in their place is a need so deep I’m not sure where it ends or begins.
“Crew.” Fuck me, fuck Todd, and fuck anyone who dares come into my office right now. The next time maintenance is up, I’ll be changing the locks, and the only people who will have a key will be me and Serena.
“My mouth on yours, it’s going to be everything I’ve wanted but never let myself have.” She leans forward, giving me all the answer I need. Words aren’t necessary, and I’m more a man of action than talking anyway. Her breathing intensifies, her lips are moist from her tongue, and while she’s on her knees, hands placed on her thighs, all I’m thinking about is everything I want to do to her. I lean in until my mouth presses against hers, hands sliding down to the slope of her neck on either side. My thumb sweeps along her pulse point, feeling it beat rapidly, the response of her body to mine.
It sends a rush through me. I deepen the kiss, and Serena’s instincts kick in. Where she should be pushing me away, she does the complete opposite. Her hands slide from her thighs and travel to mine, moving upward until the tips of her fingers dig into my muscles. Our tongues meet, the sweetest taste a man could ever have, and it’s all Serena. The quiet hums, theslowness with which I lead our kiss has her vying to get closer. I’ve got no qualms with feeling her pressed against my body. The minute she’s where she wants to be, in my lap, skirt hiked up, the heat of her pussy meets my clothed, covered cock, and this time, it’s me pressing her closer to me.
“Crew, more, please.” She pulls from my mouth, and I slide my lips to her neck, breathing her in, sucking on the skin beneath her ear.
“We do much more, it’ll involve me tearing your clothes off with my teeth,” I murmur along her softness as she grinds her supple body against me, using me to get what she needs, and I’m her willing participant.
“I was supposed to resist you today.” She buries her forehead in the crook of my neck. Her soft scent combined with the headiness of her desire swirls around us, making me want to take her to her back, lift her legs over my shoulders, and bury myself in her sweet heat.
I don’t. Instead, I hold myself back, allowing her to use my body to get what she wants. Her wetness sears me, more than likely staining my pants, and fuck me, but I love every damn second of it. There’s a reason the guys have no problem jumping through any hurdle to get the woman they’ve grown to love. Fuck, I’m halfway there, and I barely know Serena Beck. That’s how damn deep I am.
“Thank god you didn’t.” Her body arches more, moves faster, her rhythm gets wild, head falling back on her shoulders. Her blonde hair tumbles from the low bun she had it in, perspiration dots her temples, and I can tell she’s close, so fucking close, and I’ll be lucky if I don’t come in my damn pants.
“Yeah, thank god I didn’t.” Her hands grip my shoulders tightly, and since we aren’t as close as we were, I’m able to take her in completely. Her lips look bee-stung from our kissing, her cheeks are red, chest heavy, and nipples puckered. The rolling ofher hips has me zeroing in on the space between her legs. The lace is soaking wet, thighs quivering. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“I’ll never get over this. I’ll never only want this once. I’ll never want this to end.” The admission rolls off my lips with a groan of my own. Some rules are meant to be broken.
“Crew.” A rush of breath leaves Serena, her body locks up, and thank god she comes on a quiet sigh, or we’d be in trouble. However, it’d be worth it. Everything will be when it comes to Serena.
“Goddamn, you’re pretty when you fall apart.” The spell breaks, and while I’m worried about the aftermath that’s sure to come, it never does. In its place is a serene smile, one where all I can do is kiss her until both of us are breathless.
8
SERENA
My plan was aborted, and I’m not even mad about it. In fact, I feel incredible after Crew allowed me to use his body as my private toy without expecting anything from me. Well, it’s a breath of fresh air.
I’m still in his lap, my body completely exhausted. Crew’s arms are wrapped around my lower back. We’re so close to one another that I didn’t think it was possible, but he seems to like having me right here, and I’m bone tired. It’s a different than usual type of exhaustion. This one is more of the stress leaving my body from feeling all the feels and worrying myself over how to act or not act.
It looks like luck was on my side. I didn’t mean to knock over the pens at the exact time Crew walked in. I just happened to shine at my brightest moments when it comes to being clumsy.
“I probably should get up, or, you know, return the favor.” I feel Crew’s body move on its own accord, or maybe he does it on purpose. Either way, the flexing of his hips tells me once again I got mine, and he did not get his.
“Enjoying you right where you are. As for returning the favor, I can wait. This time was for you. Plus, I'm pretty sure we’ve gotmaybe five more minutes until Mary barges in, or worse, your uncle,” he mumbles against my hair, causing the whisps to tickle my heated flesh. A shiver moves through my body, and in doing so, my center collides with his still rock-hard cock. “Though, you keep wiggling your hot body on my dick, I might not be able to hold back. We’d have to move this into the attached restroom since everyone and their brother has a key to my office.”
He sounds quite perturbed with that information, and I’m not exactly sure how to respond to it. One thing I do know for sure is I really don’t want to be caught in a compromising position, especially with my ass bared to the outside world. And as much as I’d like to explore what Crew and I have going on, I’m thinking that delivering the news to the world this way might be a bit much.
“Speaking of, I should probably use the bathroom to freshen up. Unless you need it?” His eyes sear mine. I’m burning up like an inferno from the inside out.
“You go first. Maybe by the time you come out, I’ll have this under control.” His hips flex, and his hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass, but what he doesn’t do is push me away or let me go, leading me to take matters into my own hands. At least until tonight, as much as I’d like to think one round with Crew where I dry humped him would appease my ever-present hormones. I know the truth of the matter means I’ll be using my trusty toy or my fingers in the comfort of my bed.
