Page 93 of Tangled Ambition

“Someone will see us.” I tried to shove back against him, but he only pressed against me harder.

“We’re the only ones here.” He nipped at my earlobe. “Or was that a hopeful note in your voice. You want someone to see us. You want someone to see me fucking you over this desk. See how wild I am for you.”

His breath was hot on my neck, and either we were experiencing an earthquake or I was trembling at his suggestion. Maybe it was what I wanted. Some kind of proof that what we had was real. Someone—anyone—to know we were…something.

But what was that something?

“What was that?” he murmured, leaning over, obliging me to bend, his groin right up against my ass so I could feel his hard belt buckle poke into me.

“No-nothing,” I panted, his tongue licking at my throat.

He took my hands in his and pressed them into the desk. “You said, ‘what was that something?’”

“Did I?” The sound of his zipper sent a chill down my spine.

“You’re terrible at playing dumb.” He curled his hand around my thong, pulling it to the side. “Because you’re not dumb.” He slid two fingers through my slick center, swirled around my clit, and pushed inside me. “So wet already, huh? So greedy.” Then his mouth was back at my ear, his teeth scraping over the shell. “Tell me what you were thinking.”

I hung my head. The feel of him crowded behind me as his fingers worked inside me drove all working order out of my brain. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” His hand left me, only to be replaced by his cock notching at my entrance after he put on a condom. “Tell me what you want.”

He pushed inside, and I released a breath, reflexively driving back against him. “I want more.”

“Of course you do, greedy girl.” His voice took on that deep growl I’d become so accustomed to.Greedyfor.

If only I knew how to continue walking this line without leaving any damage in our wake.

“You know how often I’ve thought about bending you over a desk?” he husked, and I breathed out a laugh.

“As often as I did.”

He pinched my thigh. “Fucking right, you did.”

He and I, we were the same. He was wild for me. I was wild for him.

He pulled me up, holding me against him as he thrust into me from behind. “My greedy girl.”

Goose bumps scored my skin at that label.My.

“Yours,” I agreed, wrapping my hand around the back of his head, directing his mouth to my neck. He left openmouthed kisses down it, settling at the crook of my neck, where he bit into me. Like he was claiming me. With his other hand slipping between my legs to find my clit, I shook, hurtling toward release, but he didn’t let up. Relentless as always.

When I orgasmed, my sigh was drowned out by his voice in my ear. “Mine.”

By the time I blinked back into reality, Dean’s forehead rested on my shoulder, both of us breathing hard.

“Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?” I asked, turning to find him wadding up the condom in a bunch of tissues before throwing it away.

“What?” He pulled up his pants as I straightened my underwear and skirt. “Fucking you on the desk? Because I’ll need more—”

“Uh…”

We both whipped around to the sound by the door. There was Seth motherfucking Blaine standing there with his metaphorical dick in his hand while Dean had his literal dick in his hand.

“I forgot my phone,” Seth said, and I grabbed my coat, sprinting toward the door. I avoided eye contact with Seth as he walked in the opposite direction of me, heading toward his desk.

I could have thrown up, right there.

After Dean had put the idea in my head, it sounded good, having someone walk in on us, but not Seth.

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