She exhaled when her ass hit the wood, but I was already kissing her, already pushing her knees apart.
I wasn’t gentle.
I pushed her back just enough to unclasp her bra, to pull her panties down her legs. I let them dangle off her ankle as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
She was already wet. Already clenching around nothing.
I licked up her inner thigh, watching as she braced herself on her palms. Her breathing was shallow, eyes dark, lips parted. She was gorgeous.
And then I flicked my tongue against her clit.
“Oh, God.”
I gripped her hips and dragged her closer to the edge of the desk, my mouth working her until she was moaning, writhing, her thighs trembling against my jaw.
“Owen—”
“I’ve got you,” I rasped.
She came hard, her hands fisting my hair, her whole body shuddering.
And then I stood, pinning her to the desk, and drove into her.
Her breath hitched, her legs locked around me.
I held her tight, pressing her to me, and fucked her right there, against my desk, the wood creaking with every thrust, our gasps and groans filling the space.
She shattered around me again, and I followed, holding her as tightly as I could as I buried myself deep inside her.
By the time we pulled apart, she was breathless, flushed, glowing.
“I’m definitely late now,” she panted.
I smirked, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Worth it.”
She swatted at me before rushing to get dressed.
And then she was gone, and I was left wondering how she could take so much of me with her, without even trying.
SINCE WE WERE CREATINGa new one-day-at-a-time normal, I took Walter and Rio to dinner at the seafood place he liked.
“So, what’s the deal with you and Clarice?” I asked, keeping my tone casual as I speared a piece of fish.
Walter paused mid-chew. “Clarice?”
Rio tried to hide a grin by keeping her gaze on her plate.
“Yeah,” I continued. “The one you destroyed at Scrabble when she invited herself over. The one you ditched our last dinner out for.”
Walter huffed. “I didn’t ditch anything. And we’re just friends.”
“Does she know?” Rio teased, nudging him with her elbow.
Walter pointed his fork at her. “Don’t they always?”
Rio and I exchanged glances. I was certain that my grandfather knew more than he let on. Maybe we weren’t as stealthy as we thought we were.
“Who wants to go dancing?” I asked when we finished eating.
