He presses close, his body fully against mine, his hands on my hips. “This is not how I envisioned it, but I should be getting used to things not being what I expect them to be with you,” he says roughly against my ear.
I take a shaky breath. “What did you envision?”
“You really want to know?”
I nod my head.
“Are you sure?” His big hand glides back and forth over my stomach, fingers splayed wide.
“Yes,” I say.
“What if it’s really dirty?”
I know he can hear the breathiness in my tone when I say, “Then I especially want to hear it.”
He reaches up and grasps my chin, turning my head so that he can kiss me. It’s still deep and sweet, but now there is a hunger and intensity that wasn’t there before.
When he pulls away, he practically growls, “I wanted to lift you up on your desk, strip you down, spread you out, and make you come on my tongue.”
Okay, then. He really is going to tell me exactly what he was thinking, dirty and all.
I feel my pussy clench. “That might be the one thing that could be effective in getting me to clean my desk and be more organized,” I tell him.
There’s a brief pause, and I think I surprised him. Then he chuckles, the sound rumbling against my back where his chest is pressed. “Orgasms as an office organizational technique. I am willing to discuss this method.”
“I’m also tempted to just throw it all on the floor,” I admit.
He growls, and it’s not a lusty sound this time. “That actually makes my head hurt,” he says. “The idea of all of this on the floor, and then you just continuing with your work, picking things out of the piles off the floor rather than sorting it and putting it back in any kind of order.”
His hands are resting on my hips now, and we’re both fully clothed, but our bodies are pressed against one another, and we’re talking about oral sex, so this still feels intimate. Which makes the fact that I’m laughing seem odd. But I like it.
“I would do that,” I admit.
“Oh, I know. Which is the only reason that I’m going to keep you standing right here.” He squeezes my hips. “But I’m going to make this good too.”
Without thinking, I press my ass back against him. I can feel his erection against my lower back. “I guess this would work.”
He presses into me, his hand gliding around to my lower stomach again. “Oh yes, Wildflower, it would. But that’s not what we’re doing tonight.”
A stab of disappointment jabs my chest. “No?”
“You told me we weren’t going to sleep together.”
I did say that. Dammit.
“I’ve had some revelations between then and now,” I tell him.
His hand presses into my stomach, bringing me back against him more firmly. Then his hand glides lower so he’s cupping me through my jeans.
“Have you now?” he asks. “Such as?”
“Um.” I have to think about what he asked me. “Well, that I really want to anyway,” I say. “For one thing.”
He softly grinds the heel of his hand against my clit, and I gasp. Fuck that feels good. I grasp his wrist, not to stop him, but to keep himright there.
“And also,” I continue, before I lose my words. “We’ve been really upfront. I know you’re leaving in April. I’ll just keep that in mind and not start planning a wedding.”
His hand pauses, the grinding stopping.
