“Don’t do it again,” he says as he comes closer and pulls me up against him, my chest slamming into his, my nipples immediately pebbling at his proximity. He smells good like pine and sandalwood from his shower.
His hand comes down on my ass, firm and possessive, not playful at all. My golden retriever just turned into a guard dog, and holy fuck it’s hot.
“I’m gonna remind you,” he murmurs, mouth close to my ear, voice rough and controlled, “that you don’t ever do that again.”
My knees threaten to give out. God, I love dirty-talking Ollie. Love the way he sounds when he’s all promise and restraint.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Iprotect my family,” he whispers. “Not bikers.Me.”
My hands curl into his shirt. “Okay.”
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “Say it, Poppy.”
“You protect me,” I breathe. “You protect us, Ollie.”
That’s all it takes.
He kisses me deep and sure, like he’s staking a claim he’s had for years, and when he lifts me onto the desk, the paperworkscatters, and I don’t care. His hands are everywhere I need them, grounding me, reminding me exactly who I belong to and who belongs to me.
He reaches down and pulls my shirt up, revealing a hot pink lace bra that he has gone in seconds. He palms my breasts and leans his head back and groans. “I love these.”
He reaches down and slides my jeans and hot pink panties down. I kick off my shoes, pants, and am fully naked in front of him. He groans when he looks down at the panties.
“Knowing you’re wearing those bra and panties drives me crazy, Poppy.”
“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?” I tease.
He looks down and back up at me. “I’m going to worship this body. This body is mine.”
Holy shit. I used to be so self-conscious of my body with Ollie. But he makes me feel so sexy.
He reaches down and runs his fingers through my pussy. “You’re so wet and ready for me, baby.”
I moan as he kisses me, not giving me a chance to respond as his hand works my clit in fast circles, making me work up faster and faster as I clutch his T-shirt and moan softly into his mouth.
He pauses. “You’re going to come on my hand, and then you’re going to come on my cock. I’m going to fuck you on your desk, baby. I’m gonna ruin that pussy right here.”
“Yes,” I pant as he moves his fingers over my clit faster and faster, and my head rolls back. He watches me, and when I come apart, he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his big cock ready for me. I want it so bad.
He slams into me and holds me in place as he slams into me, and my breath hitches, and I work up fast, him pounding me hard until I’m close. He pulls out, flips me around, and takes me from behind. He goes hard and fast, and it’s the best feeling and the best fucking I’ve ever been given.
“Ollie!” I yell as he is deep inside of me. “More!” I bite my lip as he somehow goes deeper, making me clench up and come, and it feels so good. So good. He goes harder and longer, and moments later I’m coming again.
I moan and clutch the edge of my desk, and he finally pulses into me, coming hard.
“Poppy,” he says softly, panting over me.
“Why haven’t we been doing this more?” I pant.
I wrap myself around him, heart pounding, body humming, and the world narrows to heat and trust and the way he stays.
And when everything finally fades, I know this isn’t just what I want anymore. This is what I need. I needed him.
With him, I’m home. He’s my safe place and my everything.
The next morning, Ollie is up and at the station before my alarm goes off. I wake up and turn it off, sad that his side of the bed is cold. We no longer have a pillow wall, thank God. It’s like a sex marathon over here now, and Ollie’s the best.
I pad to the kitchen to start the coffee, only to find it’s already made. There’s a fresh pot on.
