Page 72 of Then There Was You

When we’re through the security door, Seb reaches for my hand and tangles his fingers with mine. We reach his office, and he opens the door, pulling me inside. He drops my hand and closes the door before engaging the lock. When he turns to me, I smile.

“Five minutes?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“What?”

“You told Ryder we’d be five minutes. I was hoping for a little longer than that.”

His eyes flash with heat as they sweep over my body. He walks toward me, and I walk backward until my butt hits his desk. He gently pushes me to sit down and opens my legs, standing between them. His thick, inked arms rest on the wood on either side of me, and I tilt my head back to look up at him. He hasn’t even touched me, but my heart is racing, and my breathing is labored already.

“You think I can’t get you off in five minutes?” His eyes are fixed on my lips and my tongue darts out to wet them.

“Oh, I know you can. Maybe I wanted… more.”

He grins. “What did you have in mind?”

I bite my bottom lip. Despite sleeping with him a handful of times, I’m still nervous to tell him what I want. I’ve never had someone who was bothered about what I wanted, and while I thought my sex life before him was good, I know for sure now that it wasn’t. Taking a deep breath, I lower my eyes. “I want you to fuck me over your desk,” I whisper.

He drags in a breath and tugs me to the edge of the desk, the growing bulge in his pants hitting me right where I need him. “Look at me, Taylor.” I slowly raise my head, my eyes meeting his. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sat here and imagined doing exactly that?” I shake my head. “I’ve lost count.”

“You have?” He nods. “I have a desk too,” I tell him, wiggling my eyebrows.

He laughs. “I know. I had to assemble it with an image of me fucking you over it in my head. I hadn’t seen you naked then, so the image was blurry. Now I know exactly what you look like, the picture in my head is clearer. The reality would be even better.”

“You wanted to… you know… then?”

“Yes, Taylor. I wanted to fuck you then like I want to fuck you now.”

He lowers his head and kisses me before I can respond. I wind my arms around his neck and moan into his mouth as he rolls his hips, his erection pressing against me. When he pulls away, he peppers kisses around my jaw and down my neck, his tongue licking over my pulse point. By the time his lips brush over my shoulder, I’m panting hard, and the ache between my legs is becoming unbearable. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer toward me, rocking my hips against him. The seam of my jeans presses against my clit, and I gasp as it sends shots of pleasure through my body.

“God, I wish you had a dress on,” he mutters as he pulls his lips off me and makes quick work of undoing my jeans and tugging them down my legs. I kick them off as he reaches for my cami and takes it off, leaving me in a strapless bra and panties.

“Holy fuck, Taylor,” he says, pushing me gently to lie back on his desk. “Fucking perfection.”

His fingers go around my neck before trailing between my breasts and over my stomach. When he reaches the edge of my panties, he runs his finger under the waistband, and I lift my hips.

“Please,” I whisper, too far gone to care that I’m begging.

“I’ve got you, Tay.” He removes my panties and tosses them on the floor with the rest of my clothes before swiping his fingers between my folds. I gasp and arch my back as his fingers brush against my clit. “So ready for me.”

With his free hand, he reaches up and unhooks my bra, pulling the lacy material from my body. In seconds, he’s taking one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth, and I cry out as he sucks hard on the sensitive bud. His fingers continue to strum my clit, and that familiar stirring in the pit of my stomach builds as his fingers and mouth work me over. My hands go into his hair as I hold his head to my chest. When he pushes two fingers inside me, I moan loudly, tugging gently on his hair.

“I’m going to come, Seb,” I mumble, lost in my pleasure. I was already halfway there before he’d even touched me. It’s always like that when I’m with him. It’s like he knows exactly how to play my body as if we’ve been together more than the handful of times we have.

“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you.”

“Oh, God. That’s so hot. I love it when you talk to me like that.”

“Come for me, Taylor. Come on my fingers.”

His words push me over the edge, and my entire body trembles as I come. Waves of pleasure crash over me, and I can’t catch my breath as his fingers continue to play. When everything becomes too sensitive, I squirm underneath him and gently pull his head up to mine, kissing him like I might die if I don’t.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “Every time I look at this desk, I’m going to see you falling apart on it. I don’t think I’m ever going to get any work done again.” He chuckles when heat rushes to my cheeks.

“I need you,” I tell him. “Do you have a condom?” He nods and kisses me again before reaching across the desk, opening one of the drawers and feeling inside. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell him as he searches for a condom. I tug his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, and with trembling hands, my fingers fumble to undo the buttons. When he’s found a condom, he places his hands over mine and holds my gaze.

“Hey, you’re shaking. Are you okay?”

I nod. “I’m good.” I can’t tell him that he’s the reason I’m trembling. I know I’m getting in way over my head with him, but I can’t walk away. I love how I feel when we’re together, even if he is ruining me for anyone who might come after whatever this is between us ends.

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