When he let go of it, he slowly stepped deeper into his office. My heart thudded hard in my chest, the silent invitation almost too hard to believe it was being offered. His tongue darted out to swipe at his lips, the front of his shorts steadily growing tighter the longer I stood here.
“Say it,” I whispered.
He pulled in one single breath, and then said, “Come in, Marlow.”
CHAPTER 17
Blake
My body tingled.Every single nerve ending attuned to the man standing in front of me, leaning against my office door. His gaze roamed over me from head to toe, sending a flush of heat rushing through me.
In the back of my mind, hesitation on letting him in here, into what I largely considered the gateway into what the inside of my head looked like at all times, was almost loud enough to stop all of this altogether.
Letting someone into a space I spent the majority of time in felt so intimate. More than if I’d simply invited him back to my cabin. Here, I had personal trinkets gifted from campers long since moved on, important documents related to the business, and photos of my family tacked to the walls to remind me that no matter how suffocating these four walls got, I had them waiting for me on the other side.
Oddly, Marlow wasn’t focused on any of that. His eyes were pinned to me and only me, even as he slowly pushed himself away from the wall and stepped over the threshold.
I stayed rooted to my spot, letting this towering beast of a man fill up the small space with both his body and his presence. He shut the door behind him and then tossed something toward my desk, the sound of it hitting with athunking sound that nearly drew my attention away for a split second.
He cupped his hands around my face almost at the same time, pulling me right back into the moment where all I could focus on was him.
He descended until his lips were pressed to mine, a feverish hunger taking over my body instantly the moment we were finally connected once again. A moan ripped from my throat as I clawed at his shirt, my desperation to force him to make good on his promise far outweighing whatever lingering embarrassment I had for the state of my tiny little office.
He lapped against my lips with his tongue, tilting his mouth until it was flush against mine. I let him in, let him taste every damn inch of me while my knees were beginning to go weak from how fucking turned on I was.
Trying to get this man out of my system was a fool’s game, one that I was sorely losing and not at all caring about doing so. I’d tried to bargain with myself over the weekend about getting through this next week, promising to take those rare vacation days and get out of here to find something to entertain myself with that wasn’t at all attached to Marlow Knight.
What was inherently stupid was how convinced I was that I could beat whatever sorcery he’d woven around us both to attach us so tightly together. Binding us and making it nearly impossible to walk away, even if it was the right thing to do.
Falling into this man’s trap again was stupid on all levels. And yet, I didn’t care at all.
I was happy.Finallyhappy after my miserable weekend of pretending like I was fine all along.
Marlow turned me and then pushed me back with his hips until my ass met the lip of my desk. One second he had his hands cupping my face, and the next, he was sliding them down my body to grab at my hips and pick me up.
I kept our mouths fused together as he set me down on top of the desk, bending me back until I was lying flat amongst the papers I’d been in the middle of working through when I’d gotten that knock on my door so late into the evening.
I instinctively parted my legs for him, welcoming his large body to fit right where I needed him to. A slow rock of his hips had me groaning again, the friction of my cock pinned against the inside of my shorts as painful as it was fucking mouthwatering.
Belatedly, I remembered the condoms I still had back at my cabin and kicked myself all over again for not storing them here instead. In hindsight, this was karma getting back at me for trying to gatekeep Marlow’s sex life, because now it was affecting mine, too.
Marlow’s lips popped off mine, the wet sucking sound making my dick twitch. He trailed his mouth along my cheek, working his way to my neck, while one of his hands wandered under my shirt to find my nipple.
“Ohfuck.” The second he had it pinched between his two fingers, he pulled on it.
My body twisted under his, one leg coming up to hook around his hip and force him down to practically mold himself against me, giving me enough leverage to grind against the hard line in his pants.
The soft moan in my ear shot straight down to my dick.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured.
I wanted it, too. I wanted to feel that hard rod in his pants jamming against my hole until he pushed his way inside and split me in two. I wanted it to hurt so fucking good until tearswere streaming down my cheeks and I was begging him to keep going.
He could give it to me good. I knew he could.
“Condoms,” I choked out, barely coherent anymore.
“I know.” He pecked the spot right below my ear. “We’ll improvise.”
