“Jack,—”
In one fluid motion, he closed the distance between us. His hand shot up to wrap in my hair, fingers twisting in the strands at the nape of my neck, gripping just tight enough to send sparks of electricity to every nerve ending. He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. The hunger I saw there stole the breath from my lungs.
“I need to tell you something I should have told you weeks ago,” he growled, his face inches from mine.
“Wh-what’s that?” I breathed.
For answer, his mouth crashed down on mine, hot and demanding. This wasn’t the careful, exploratory kiss we’d shared in his office that day. This was possession. Desperation. Pure, molten need. His tongue tangled with mine, claiming every inch like he owned it. Like he owned me.
I melted against him, my body turning liquid with desire. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as a whimper escaped my throat. The sound seemed to ignite something even wilder in him. His kiss grew hungrier, deeper, his teeth grazing my lower lip, making my blood hum.
He slid his arm around my waist and lifted me, planting me on top of his desk.
Reports scattered, a stapler clattered to the floor, but neither of us cared. Jack stepped between my thighs, pushing them wider to accommodate his hips as he pressed against me.
The hard length of him ground against my center, and I gasped into his mouth. There was no mistaking his desire now, no room for doubt. He was rock hard, straining against his pants, and the friction against my already throbbing core made stars explode behind my eyelids.
He broke the kiss, both of us panting, his forehead resting against mine as his hips continued their maddening pressure.
“You have no idea,” he rasped, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “No fucking idea how much I want you, Mia.” His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me harder against him. “I’ve dreamt about this for months. Dreamt about spreading you out on my desk and burying my face between your thighs until you scream my name.”
I shuddered at his words, heat flushing through my entire body.
“I’ve imagined bending you over this desk,” he continued, his lips brushing against my ear, “hiking up that fucking skirt you wear that drives me insane, and taking you so hard you feel me for days after.” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “I’ve wanted to watch you fall apart beneath me since the first moment I saw you.”
I was practically panting now, my body on fire, my core aching with need. “Jack, please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. Just more. Everything.
“In fact,” he growled against my throat, “I can’t wait another minute.”
In one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me effortlessly from the desk. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his hips, my skirt bunching up around my thighs as he walked backward, his mouth never leaving my skin. He dropped into one of the guest chairs across from his desk, settling me firmly on his lap.
The new position pressed his hard cock exactly where I needed it most, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me against him as his mouth found mine again in a searing kiss.
“That’s it,” he whispered against my lips as I began to move, grinding down against him in a primal rhythm I couldn’t control. “Just like that, Mia.”
His words sent fresh heat flooding through me. One of his hands slid up my body to cup my breast through my blouse, his thumb circling over the sensitive peak. Even through the layers of fabric, the sensation was almost too much.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice strained with need. “So fucking perfect. I’ve imagined you just like this, riding me, taking what you need.”
Something wild and desperate was building inside me, a tightening coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment. I arched against him, seeking more friction, more pressure, more everything. The rational part of my brain had completely shut down, leaving only sensation and mindless need.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jack groaned, his hips rising to meet mine. “So fucking hot when you let go.”
His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me down for another kiss as our bodies moved together, faster now, more urgent. I could feel myself getting close, teetering on the edge of something explosive.
“Jack, I’m going to...”
“Let go for me,” he commanded, his eyes locked on mine, dark with desire. “Come for me, Mia. Let me see you fall apart.”
His words pushed me over the edge. The tension inside me shattered, waves of pleasure crashing through my body as I gasped out his name. Jack held me tight against him, whispering encouragement as I rode out the aftershocks, my entire body trembling.
We stayed like that for a long while, his arms wrapped securely around me as my breathing gradually slowed and my heart rate returned to something resembling normal. The world had narrowed to just the two of us, the feel of his solid chest beneath my cheek, the gentle stroke of his hand along my spine.
Finally, I raised my head to look at him, suddenly shy despite what we’d just done. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my lips.
“You are even hotter than I imagined,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “And trust me, I’ve imagined it a lot.”
I felt my cheeks flush, but I didn’t look away. “That was... I’ve never...”
