Page 30 of One Night in My Rival's Bed

‘You are so damn gorgeous,’ he said, roving his gaze over my body.

‘You look pretty good yourself.’ I pressed my lips to the base of his neck and began to work my way down his chest.

His hand came to rest in the small of my back and I relished the delicious sensation of his long fingers splayed against my lower spine. ‘Come back up here. I want to kiss you again.’

We kissed some more but I was becoming impatient. I took him in my hands and stroked his steely length. He groaned and moved against me in pleasure and my inner core grew hot and damp with desire. He tore his mouth away from mine and muttered something about getting a condom. Within moments he was back, condom in place, and I was laid back on his desk and he was between my open thighs. Not to possess me but to subject me to the most glorious attention from his lips and tongue. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the rapture of it. It was intimate and erotic in a way I had never experienced before. I swear I rattled the pens on his desk when I came. It was an earth-shattering orgasm that swept through my body like a tidal wave. It left no part of me unaffected. My toes curled, my fingertips tingled, my back arched, and my heart threatened to pump its way out of my chest.

I lay gasping on my back on his desk, unable to move, unable to think clearly, unable to find my voice.

Grayson stroked a lazy hand along my thigh, and I shuddered under his caress. ‘You looked like you had a good time.’

I leaned up on my elbows to look at him. ‘Who knew desk sex could be so much fun?’

‘You haven’t had desk sex before?’

‘No, my experiences in the adventurous sex department are, sadly, quite limited.’

A glint shone in his eyes, and I shuddered again. ‘I’ll have to do something about that.’ There was an erotic promise in his voice that set my pulse racing.

I scrambled to my feet in front of his desk, and he gathered me close, his mouth meeting mine once more in a spine-tingling kiss that left me in no doubt of how aroused he was. It stoked my own desire again and I was soon whimpering for more than a kiss.

Within a few moments we were lying on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Grayson entered me with a deep guttural groan of pleasure, and I relished the feel of his potent length. He set a slow pace at first, each thrust careful and measured, but I wanted him to lose control, to give in to the powerful urges that he was holding in check. I writhed beneath him, whispering my need for him to go faster, harder, and he increased his pace, carrying me with him on a rollercoaster ride of primal lust. I was aware of every part of his body where it was in contact with mine—his lips on my lips, his chest pressed against my breasts, his hipbones against mine, his intimate possession that stretched me, filled me, thrilled me. The sensations rolled through me, picking me up and tossing me about like a piece of flotsam on a raging sea. I cried out loud at the sheer force of it rippling and then rocking through my flesh. I lifted my hips on his downward thrusts, the connection as electrifying as two powerful currents meeting. Grayson suddenly thrust deeper, pitching forward as his own release powered through him. I held him as he shook and shuddered in my arms, wondering why I had allowed myself to be so short-changed with sex in the past. This was how it was meant to be—a mutual giving and taking of pleasure.

Grayson lay across me, his head buried against the side of my neck. ‘Am I too heavy for you?’

‘No.’ I stroked one of my hands down the length of his spine and he shivered under my touch. I decided I liked the weight of him pinning me to the floor. I liked his legs entangled with mine. I liked everything about making love with him. I likedeverythingabout him, which was a problem because I wasn’t supposed to allow my feelings free rein during our fling.

After a long moment he propped himself up on his hands to look down at me. ‘How about office floor sex? Have you had that before?’

‘Nope.’

His sexily hooded eyes went to my mouth. ‘I hope I didn’t give you carpet burn.’

I linked my hands around his neck and gazed into his eyes. ‘If you did, it was worth it.’

His smile made something fall from a height in my belly. ‘Roll over and I’ll check.’

I turned over and lay my head on my crossed over arms on the floor. Grayson stroked his hands down the length of my back and over my bottom. His touch set every nerve under my skin dancing, and a new flicker of desire ignited between my thighs.

‘No, you’re all good.’

‘Does this massage come with a happy ending?’ I adopted a playful tone.

‘Do you want one?’

‘At the risk of sounding greedy, yes, I do.’

He stroked his hand down from my neck to the curve of my buttocks and I shivered in delight. ‘I need to get a new condom first.’ He moved away to get one and I lay there tingling in anticipation.

I angled my head to look at him. ‘Why are you taking so long?’

He stood looking down at me with lust shining in his eyes. ‘I’m enjoying the view.’

Until that point, I hadn’t noticed the scar that ran from the top of his thigh to the middle of his left calf muscle. It had faded to white, but it stood out from his tan like a zigzag of lightning.

I rolled over and sat up with my knees bent in front of me. ‘Does it still hurt? Your leg, I mean.’

A shadow passed over his face like clouds across the moon. ‘Not much.’

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