Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Her moans and groans of pleasure might possibly be what's keeping me alive right now because there's certainly no air left in the room to breathe with the way she's panting.
"Walker," she groans, but instead of drawing me closer, her hands push me away.
"What's wrong?" I gasp.
"Nothing," she says, shoving down her jeans and her panties. She turns around and bends over the desk in front of me so I don't have time to see a damn thing.
This just won't do. I'm all for a quick and dirty fuck, but that's not my plan for tonight at all. I'd never waste this time with her that way. Quick and dirty is meant to take the edge off before a night out together. It's for early mornings when you have to decide between morning wood and a growling stomach, knowing you can have the best of both worlds if you play your cards right.
Quick and dirty isn't for first times, especially where she's concerned.
"What are you doing?" she asks as I force her to straighten up and face me.
I crouch down in front of her, but her hands rip at my hair in a not-so-good way.
"No," she says. "I've been working all night."
"Okay," I tell her.
Instead of burying my head between her legs, I reach down and untie her shoe.
"I'm not going to fuck you bent over my desk, Claire."
I pull off her shoe and slide one leg of her jeans off. If she wanted me to just bend her over and get her off, I know better than to step completely out of those guidelines. She probably has no interest in soft and slow. Besides, we don't exactly have a bed, and I know she'd probably freak out if I suggested going back to my house or to hers.
I press my lips to her lower abdomen, letting my tongue trace her belly button before catching a nipple in my mouth on the way up to her mouth.
My lips are on hers, and I feel the sharp intake of breath when I pull her leg up onto my hip as I roll my cock against her slick warmth.
"It feels like you're teasing me," she whispers.
"Just building anticipation," I promise. "You ready, baby?"
"Please," she pants, her fingers digging into my lower back as she urges me closer.
"Watch," I tell her as I take a half-step back and reach between us.
I know immediately our height difference complicates things, but she doesn't argue when I lift her, turning both of us and pressing her into the wall.
Her legs encircle my waist, one bare and feeling like heaven, and the other scratchy and heavy with the full weight of her jeans.
My eyes flutter closed when I guide myself to her entrance and press forward only a few inches. Tight heat engulfs the tip of my cock, and I don't even try to fight the moan that bubbles up from my chest and past my lips.
"That's it," I praise when she widens her legs further to accommodate my size both between her legs and inside of her.
With my hands cupping her ass and holding her against the wall, I simultaneously press inside of her and lower my mouth to hers.
It takes a moment, a few extra breaths of holding still, as she acclimates before she moves her tongue against mine.
I can't recall a single other moment in my life that is more perfect than the one I'm in right now.
I pull back and press forward, relishing every whimper, every plea of more that meets my lips.
Her fingernails cut into my scalp when she comes, her eyes wide, her mouth forming an "O" as her body unleashes its claim on her pleasure.
I could end all of it right now. I could easily let her release pull mine from my body, but I fight that urge, somehow succeeding.
I shift us, loving the way she clings to me as if she never wants to let me go. I hold her easily with one arm and sweep the top of my desk, unconcerned for the mess I've created when months of paperwork and receipts cover the floor.
I lay her out, sucking my thumb into my mouth before swirling it on her clit. Her teeth dig into her lower lip as her hands reach up to cup her breasts. Before I growl at the fabric covering them, she unclips the front snap and palms them.
"Walker," she moans. "More."
I give her as much as I can manage, pinching and swiping at her swollen clit. The woman is both fire and ice. I want to explode like a volcano but, at the same time, I want to freeze this moment in ice because I never want it to end.
When she comes a second time, her core pulsing down my length, I'm left not having to make any decisions because my body takes the reins.