“Fuck,” he whispers, the curse rough and desperate. “Willa...”
I work him with lips and tongue, reveling in the sounds he makes, and the way his careful control splinters under my attention. When I take him deeply enough to feel his cockhead atthe back of my throat, he lets out a harsh groan that makes me press my thighs together as my pussy gets wet all over again.
He tangles a hand in my hair, not controlling but anchoring, like he needs the connection as much as I do. “You’re going to kill me.”
I pull back enough to look up at him, enjoying the way his eyes are dark with need. “Not yet. You deserve to suffer first.” I grin as I say that before swirling my tongue around the tip.
He laughs roughly, sounding strained. “I deserve worse than that.”
When I lean forward to take him again, he stops me with gentle hands. “Not like this. When I come, I want to be inside you.”
The words send fresh heat pooling between my thighs. He helps me to my feet and backs me against the desk again, kissing me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted. The desperation in his touch mirrors my own as I surrender to an attraction finally allowed to burn without restraint.
“Do you have protection?” I ask breathlessly.
He reaches into his desk drawer and produces a condom, which I take from him with hands that shake with anticipation. “Let me.” I tear open the packet and roll the latex down his length, enjoying the way his breathing changes at my touch. When I’m finished, he lifts me back onto the desk and positions himself between my thighs.
We lock gazes, and his is voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Are you sure about this? Once you’re mine?—”
Instead of letting him finish the warning, I answer without words by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling himcloser. His cock enters my pussy slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size, and the sensation of being filled completely makes me gasp with pleasure and relief.
“Okay?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine.
“Perfect. Don’t stop.”
He begins to move, setting a rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders and gasping his name. Every thrust hits exactly the right spot, building pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming.
“You feel incredible,” he says before he groans against my ear. “So hot and perfect and tight enough it’s like you were made for me.”
The possessive words should alarm me, but they make my walls clench around his as another climax gets closer. “Harder,” I demand, past caring about anything except the fire building between us.
He responds immediately, driving into me with increased force that makes the desk creak ominously beneath us as he snaps his hips. The new angle sends sparks through my entire nervous system, and I rake my nails down his back as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
He slides his hand between us to find my clit, and the added stimulation sends me hurtling toward the edge. The combination of his touch and the relentless rhythm of his body claiming mine shatters my control completely. I come around him while crying his name, my inner muscles convulsing around his hard cock as pleasure wrecks me.
My release triggers his own. He buries his face in my neck as he follows me over the edge, his body going rigid as his cock spasms before he empties his seed with a muffled groan that vibrates against my skin.
We collapse together, breathing hard, and still joined while the world slowly comes back into focus. Reality crashes back in stages. We just had sex on his desk in broad daylight, with his household staff somewhere in the house and security teams monitoring the grounds. I’m supposed to be keeping my distance, not falling apart in his arms like a woman who’s been starving for his touch.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper against his shoulder, though I make no move to separate our bodies.
“Probably not.” He tightens his arms around me protectively. “Do you regret it?”
I consider lying to maintain some shred of dignity, but the truth slips out instead. This moment is too raw and momentous to ruin with lies. “No. I should, but I don’t.”
“Good.” He pulls back to look at me, his expression serious. “I meant what I said before. This changes things between us.”
“I know.” I touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I’m not sure I’m ready for what it changes them to though. I don’t even know what that is exactly.”
“We’ll figure it out.” He captures my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.
The promise in his voice makes my chest constrict. I want to believe him and trust this incredible man who just worshipped my body can keep me safe from the dangers circling closer, butI’ve been jaded by a life full of disappointments. There are few people I really trust. Right now, that’s down to Harper, and I want to try to trust him completely, but I’m nowhere near that point yet.
Still, despite the fear and uncertainty, I look forward to discovering if he deserves my trust, even as I brace myself for the far more likely outcome of a broken heart. I don’t trust easily, but if he proves himself trustworthy, I’ll stick with him through anything.
