Page 53 of Don't Call Me Sweetheart

Until she was on her knees before me.

Our gazes collided. She flicked open the button on my pants, dragged the zipper down slowly, like she was daring me to stop her.

Like hell I would. I couldn’t—well, no. I could, actually. I just really, really didn’t want to.

And then she reached inside my underwear, pulled me free, and wrapped her hand around my dick, making me throb almost painfully. I hissed a breath through my teeth, my muscles tensing.

Now, I really couldn’t stop. I didn’t have it in me to say no to this. To her. But it didn’t matter because I wanted this with every cell in my body. Here, in my office, on my desk, however she wanted me.

For as long as she wanted me.

Her eyes never leaving mine, she licked me root to head, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. I fisted my hand in her hair, drawing her closer. But she refused to be rushed. She took her time, licking and kissing where I was most sensitive, and I gritted my teeth, trying to hold myself together.

“Please, sweetheart,” I growled.

She smiled, like she had been waiting just for that. Then she leaned in, a soft sound of pleasure humming in her throat as she parted her lips and sucked me inside. I nearly lost it right then, bucking my hips, flexing my hand in her hair, wanting to push myself deeper into her mouth but not wanting to lose control. Not wanting to hurt her.

But she looked up at me, heat in her gaze, and took me deeper. A rush of ecstasy so heady it bordered on pain. My head fell back, my eyes landing on that poster, and damn it all if that fucking kitten wasn’t mocking me, because we both knew I wasn’t going to hang on much longer, not with her mouth working me like that.

“Not like this,” I managed to say through clenched teeth. “Inside you.”

Because something was happening inside me. Not just the need to come, but the need to tether myself to her as I did so. I wasn’t sure I could survive it otherwise.

I scooped her off the floor, stripped her clothes with more haste than finesse, and sat her bare ass on my desk.

And then stopped.

Because Kate was naked. On my desk.

Clearly enjoying the moment of taboo, she tossed her golden-brown hair so that it swirled around her collarbone, crossed her legs, and leaned back on her arms so her chest pushed forward. She arched an eyebrow at me. “Enjoying the view, Principal?”

Jesus. She was going to kill me.

I tried to say yes, because hell yeah, I was enjoying this, Kate on my desk, naked and gorgeous with that mischievous glint in her dark eyes, but it came out as a feral animal noise somewhere between a growl and a groan.

But she seemed to like that, a lot, because she spread her legs for me, showing me the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. “How about now?” she purred.

Now? Now, even feral animal noises were beyond me. I grabbed her hips, holding her steady, and slammed into her. The sound of ecstasy on her lips echoed on my own. Somewhere, far away in the dim recesses of my brain, a warning sounded, but I couldn’t pause to heed it, not when she was tight and wet and humming sounds in my ear, her legs locked around my back, urging me on.

“Max,” she pleaded.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against me, gripping the desk tightly with my other hand to keep them from falling off the edge of the desk. The edge of the world. That was how it felt to me now, deep inside Kate. Like I might fall at any moment. Like it would shatter me.

I could feel it building in her, too. Her body tensed against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and her head fell back on a sharp cry of pleasure. She took me with her, and I came on an explosion. The world fell apart, and when it came back together, I found myself all in one piece, held together by her embrace.

“Guhh,” she murmured, falling boneless.

My legs were shaking, both from the physical exertion and the aftershocks of pleasure, but I managed to scoop her up and settle into my chair with her on my lap. She burrowed into my shoulder, her tangled hair tickling my nose and chest. She was a mess.

We were both a mess.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t care.

But I wanted her to be comfortable, so I grabbed a tissue and worked my hand between us, wiping us both clean. Hazily, I thought something was missing. Easy enough to ignore, because I felt so complete.

There was something about the way we had come together. The intensity of the emotion was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I felt stretched in some way, to accommodate the hugeness of the moment. For the first time, I could take a full breath.

I looked down at Kate snuggled in my arms and breathed.

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