Page 77 of Desiring an Angel

“She’s coming between us.”

“She actually hasn’t yet.” Ash chuckled, and I shot him a glare. His grin faded, and I held his gaze, imploring him to understand like he used to seem so good at doing when I couldn’t verbally express.

“I thought she clicked into place without any drama—”

“Because I’m unable to let people know how I feel,” I snipped, my stomach roiling over facts from my childhood I couldn’t change or seem to overcome.

Ash didn’t respond for a few minutes—actually checked his phone and typed out a message.

Probably texting Skylar…

I turned back toward the file on my desk, ready for the uncomfortable discussion to be over.

He was falling in love with her and clueless about how I felt about that fact because I sucked at communicating.

Weak as fuck when I always thought I was so goddamn strong—

Ash stood and rounded my desk, rolling my chair back.

“Wha—”

He bent down and took my mouth while sliding onto my lap.

My hands found his ass and squeezed as our tongues met, going from sweet to hungry within a pounding heartbeat. Lust shot through my groin, stiffening me, and I dug my fingers into his round backside, rutting against him until he grew hard.

Every cell in my body vibrating, I spun him around, scattering shit from my desk with one swipe of my arm.

He fumbled with his belt and slacks while I did the same, urgent to release my dick.

The second his ass came into view, I pushed his upper body onto my desk and dropped to my knees.

I shoved my tongue into his hole without finesse, pushing in as deep as I could to taste what I’d been missing.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, reaching back to grab his cheeks, pulling them apart, and giving me better access.

Hand on my dick, I ate at his ass, starved—fucking desperate for him. Licking and sucking, fucking with my tongue until he whimpered.

“Rhett. Please.”

I left his hole a sloppy mess, spit on my hand, and stood, smearing saliva over my aching length. Trembling at the desire to thrust in and claim, I fought for my usual calm and came up empty.

“Sorry—” I gritted my teeth and pushed into his tight heat as far as I could without lube, driving Ash up onto his toes, his hips into my desk.

“F-fucking hell, Rhett—Jesus, fuck.” He shuddered and moaned, his ring clenching around me.

“Christ.” I gasped, buried halfway in his body, my fingers grasping his hips as I fought to stay still. “Want—fuck, Ash, I’m sorry. Gotta fuck you…”

Ash turned his head, his gorgeous hazel eyes glazed over with the same emotion coursing through me. “I’m yours—take what you need.”

I backed off, spit on his hole, and snapped my hips forward, pulling a grunt from both of us as I bottomed out inside his silken heat.

As with every time we came together, my reservations slipped toward the back of my mind as Ash became my focus. Every moan, every curse I punched from his lungs soothed the tension inside my gut, easing my mind until all I saw was him.

Dress shirt rucked up his back, his hair a mess from where I grasped hold to keep him steady.

“Love you,” I told him through panted breaths, the slapping of our skin loud in the cavernous office. “Missed this—missed you.”

“I’ve—been—caught—up,” he gasped out with each thrust, his hands reaching for the front of my desk to steady himself. “So—sorry.”

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