The rawness of that union, wet and dirty and pureushad me mewling as his hips burrowed between my legs, and I braced myself for impact.
Sparks of electricity cascaded inside me as he tapped his dick against my softness. I already knew I was wet, but the sounds were close to obscene as he rubbed his cock all over my folds. Marking me with his pre-cum but also triggering every erogenous zone on his personal must-visit list.
All the while, his tongue tangled with mine, until finally the tip of his shaft found my slit.
I hissed then groaned when, slowly, well aware of how sensitive I was after an orgasm, he thrust into me.
My pussy clutched at him. Even after so many years together, an inherent sense of panic at how big he was stole my breath. Then, he yanked on my hip, which tipped my pelvis up and he sank in the whole way.
Pressing me into the desk, he shoved my keyboard aside so office furniture couldn’t attack me and tugged on the neckline of my dress. My tits spilled free, framed by a festive emerald velvet, and he groaned at the sight.
When he bit my nipple, I dragged my nails through his hair and yanked him away from the sensitive bud.
He pinned his elbows next to my ears then and dived onto me—lips reuniting, tongues entwining. Noisy and wet and so fucking perfect.
We were in my bakery. My staff worked out front. A glass of iced tea remained in serious peril, and my velvet dress would be the direct target. But at that moment, all I saw was him. All I cared about wasthis. Us. All that mattered was he didn’t stop. That he never stopped.
I kicked up my legs to hold him close, crossing them at the ankles because I couldn’t have borne for him to leave me. Theedge of the desk dug into the softness of my ass, but I simply didn’t give a shit.
I needed this. Him. More. More. More.
With our lips locked together, there was no room for words, no breath for talking. Just kissing. Just reuniting. Just colliding.
I ran my hands through his hair again, loving how he groaned into the kiss. I loved it even more when it encouraged him to speed up.
Slow but deep thrusts turned into rapid-fire ones that I’d feel in my core later, but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the reminder. I loved how that faint memory lingered… It always made me crave more.
I writhed underneath him because he kept us so closely bound, barely pulling out of me before he was back inside, that the pressure on my sex remained constant.
It wasn’t like direct stimulation, but it had me keening through an orgasm as he pumped his hips until he groaned, “Fuuuuck,” into my mouth.
I swallowed it and never let the kiss stop. I guessed I should say that the kiss kept us quiet, but it had nothing to do with volume and propriety and just me never wanting his mouth to break away from mine.
I wanted his air. His breath.
It belonged to me.
Just like he’d vowed all those years ago…
Eventually, he slumped on top of me. I felt the sudden exhaustion in his body, the sagging of his muscles, the fading of that ever-present inner tension that brimmed inside him like the predator he was. And I reveled in it.
He rarely lost control, and never failed to be careful with me, but today, he’d forgotten that he’d used my desk to fuck me.
As my heartbeat calmed and his breathing returned to normal, I stroked my fingers through his hair again. I alwayssavored the closeness. These moments of silence. Stillness. It built the most rugged of bonds, reinforcing them over and over until they were unbreakable.
“I should head into Jersey more often, huh?”
That those were his first words had me chuckling, especially because he slurred them. “It wasn’t exactly Timbuktu.”
I saw his smug smile from the side, where his nose nestled into my breast, and rolled my eyes. “You missed me.”
My fingertips trickled over his brow and his eyelids, where faint lines had begun to take hold. They danced onto his jaw and slid along his lips. “I always miss you.” When he made to speak, I pushed a digit between them. “Don’t spoil my post-orgasm glow by bragging.”
I snickered at the glint in his eye but kept my fingers in his mouth, mostly because Finn’s oral fetish would never fail to fascinate me, especially when he sucked on them.
The sharp buzz of pleasure sang through my veins. I thrust them deeper then?—
A knock sounded at the door.
