His fingers gloss over the edge of my panties and he gives me a second to push him away, but I can’t, not when I want it more than my next breath. I spread my thighs an extra inch apart, and that’s the only invitation he needs, dipping beneath the fabric to thrust two fingers straight into my core.
“Fuck,” I gasp, splaying my fingers on the table before me as I try to keep myself steady.
“Tell me what you’re working on,” he murmurs, drawing his fingers in circles inside of me so deliciously that I can’t think.
“Huh?” My eyelids drop to half-mast as I rock into him, eagerly welcoming the distraction until he pauses.
“Tell me,” he repeats, and I groan in frustration.
“I can’t think when you do that,” I grumble, and he presses a kiss to my throat.
“Then I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” I bite, grinding back against him when he starts to retract his hand.
“That’s my girl,” he croons, teasing me once again as I huff.
“I’m not your girl.”
“Of course not,” he muses, upping his pace as another cry parts my lips. My skin heats, the tantalizing whispers of an orgasm rippling over me.
“Rion,” I breathe, and he snickers again.
“Petal,” he retorts, and I tilt my face to look back at him, leaning closer to the table at the same time, which offers him even better access.
“Someone could see us,” I warn, and he shrugs.
“The assistant is too busy sexting some guy from section two, you’re good,” he explains, and I shake my head, searching for another reason for us to stop, but there isn’t one.
“You’re all tense. What has you worked up, Petal?” He glides his hands down my arms, sending another ripple through my limbs.
“Nothing.”
“I’ll stop if you don’t tell me,” he threatens, nipping at my earlobe, and I groan, my veins thundering with adrenaline and need, but true to his word, his movements come to a halt again, and I desperately rush to give him what he wants so I can get what I need in return.
“I can’t find anything on scythes.”
Silence thickens the air for a moment, but it’s eased by his fingers moving inside of me again.
“Some self-research, I like it. But you’re in the wrong section.”
“I am?” My eyebrows gather in confusion.
“They’d never display it where it can be so easily found,” he explains, thrusting his fingers harder and faster inside of me.
“Where should I be looking then?”
“Into my eyes while I fuck you,” he snarls, forcing a squeal from my lips as he lifts me off my feet before swiping every last thing off the table, bar the hot chocolate.
Before I can mutter a word, he unceremoniously plants me on the free space he just created. I prop myself up on my elbows as he nudges my thighs apart, snapping my panties as he inches up my dress to expose my pussy.
His tongue runs across his bottom lip, eyes locked on my core as he presses his thumb against my clit. “Home.”
My jaw falls slack in a mixture of disbelief and euphoria as he tugs his sweatpants down just enough to line his cock with my entrance.
A wink, followed swiftly by a thrust, and he’s fully seated inside of me. It’s so much all at once, my orgasm tears through me as I cry out with ecstasy. He rocks into me, prolonging the delicious exhilaration coursing through me. My pussy milkshim like it’s the only thing keeping me alive and he groans, his fingertips clawing into my sides as he fucks me with raw need.
Every thrust comes faster, harder, sharper, hitting that sweet spot inside of me as his thumb remains plastered against my tight nub. His gaze remains locked on mine with each stroke, claiming me over and over again until his movements turn jagged, and the need cranks up a notch.
