Page 61 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

“No,” I repeated and straddled his lap smiling. “If you tie me up, I might tell.”

“You are going to be my undoing,” he mumbled against my neck and followed with a gentle bite.

He wrapped his arms around me, covering my neck with kisses, while I ground against his cock.

“Gemma,” his tone was husky. “Take off your skirt.”

I stood up, and my breathing sped up just a notch. I undid the clasp, and the skirt slid down my body, dropping to the floor.

“Now your blouse,” he said next.

“I’d rather be taking your clothes off,” I mumbled and he smiled. But I did as I was told anyway.

His eyes followed every inch of me, starting from my heels. The way he watched me made me feel naked even though I was still in a bra and panties. And I didn’t even feel insecure as his gaze roamed over me. I felt sexy. Like I never felt before.

I reached for his shirt and undid his buttons. His pecs were defined leading down into hard abs. My hands traced down his body, exploring his chest, slowly moving down to his pants. Licking my lips, I looked him in the eyes. His green gaze was hot on me, watching my every move. I reached for a clasp on his pants, my fingers slightly shaking, I fumbled with his belt, my hands too slow, my desire too strong. He stood up and helped me. In a rush, he took his pants off, shirt, and his socks, standing gloriously naked in front of me.

He sat back down in his chair, his hand leisurely stroked his length. Fuck, watching him like that, I wanted to touch myself. I needed a release and I could only get it from him.

“You still have so many clothes on,” he said in his deep voice.

I glanced back, remembering Kimberly was right outside that door. He must be reading my mind because he picked up the phone.

“Kimberly, put my line on hold. Gemma and I will finish up. No need for you to stay late, too.”

After he hung up, he addressed me. “Gemma… bra and panties. Off. Now.”

I loved hearing my name on his lips. I unclipped my bra and threw it on the desk. Hooking my fingers through the straps of my lacy panties, I pushed them down my hips. The lacy garment slipped to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I was left in high heels.

His gaze roamed over my body slowly, pausing on my thighs for a few seconds, then continued up my body, over my breasts until his eyes reached mine. He put both of his hands on my hips, and pulled me gently to him. I slid my legs over him slowly, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine. I slid my palms over his broad shoulders as my wet sex lined up with his stiff cock. He bent forward, kissing my neck before leaning me back to take my nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, and pleasure shot down my body. I closed my eyes as he switched nipples, moving my hips over his.

“Fuck me, my love,” he whispered as he was kissing up my chest.

Hard desire went through me. I grabbed his hair and gently yanked his head back, as I moved up, lining the tip of his cock with my opening. I put my head down, and my lips locked with his. I sat down slowly, feeling him enter me. A long moan escaped me with the sensation of him filling me up.

He silenced my moans with his kiss. “Ride me, baby,” he groaned, helping me move harder. I lifted my hips and sat back down, plunging onto him.

The sound of skin-on-skin and our labored breathing filled the room. I bit my lip to stop the moans from escaping from me. His hands squeezed my hips, guiding my moves, increasing my pace. His cock filled me, hitting all the deep places. His hands slid up my back and hooked on my shoulders, pulling me down harder. A jolt of pure pleasure bolted through me. I clutched the back of his chair as he pushed up into me harder and deeper with every thrust of his hips.

“Kristoff,” my voice was raspy. As I surrendered to the pleasure of his almost punishing assault, I begged for more. “Yes, more. Please.” I could feel the heat, the tightness as waves of pleasure hit me.

My head fell back as I met him thrust for thrust. Hugging his arms around me, our rhythm became even harder and faster. He pounded my body hard, and I relished the sensation chasing the heights of it with him. I hugged his upper body as he leaned forward, embracing me in his strong arms. He thrust upward again and again, as I jerked my hips, enjoying his big cock, so deep inside of me

He yanked my hair, ripping another moan from me, as he pumped into my body. I groaned, feeling so close. He thrusted harder and harder, faster and faster, while I clung tightly to him.

“Come for me, my love,” he commanded and everything in me exploded. The orgasm shook my body, making me fall apart.

And he followed, grunting his release, holding me tight to him while I shivered in ecstasy. I melted around him, and he kept himself inside of me, holding me close. He shifted my face against his neck, and gently kissed me on my hair.

We sat like that in silence for a while. His arms wrapped around me, his fingers playing with my hair.

“We should probably get dressed and feed you before you get cranky,” I murmured cozily into his ear.

He gently smacked my bottom. “Tease!”

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. There was an indescribable look in his eyes.

“What?” I whispered lazily, enjoying his affections.

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