He exhales a laugh. “That too.”
“Emmett.”
“I know. You’re going to prove it by coming on my cock, aren’t you?”
I can’t speak, too overwhelmed by him moving inside me, the way his frame is folded over mine and pinning me down. So, I simply nod to tell him yes.
“You should see yourself, Reese. Ass up, blonde hair sprawled on your desk. Being fucked by your field manager. Naughty little thing.”
I moan, rocking against him.
Slipping a hand around the back of his neck, I hold him to me. “How long can I be yours?”
He melts into me with a sigh, his hips continuing their punishing rhythm. “For however long you want to be.”
“And how long are you going to be mine?”
“Always,” he admits easily. “Even if there comes a time you don’t want me to be. There’s no getting over you for me, Reese. You’ve ruined me.”
I want to tell him he’s done the same, but my words are stolen when he pushes into me one more time. My entire body tightens with a force that takes not only my words but also my breath.
Emmett follows, holding himself deep inside as we both come together yet fall apart right there in my office. Shared breaths, warm skin, equally spent.
I slump onto the wooden desktop, letting him relax on top of me as we slow our breathing. A bit of sweat clings to his temples, but it looks so sinfully good in combination with that backward hat.
“Well, fuck me,” he says playfully, dropping his head to mine.
I laugh with him. “You’re insane.”
“That would be your doing.” He presses a kiss to my bare neck.
I practically purr in response, so fully satisfied, trying to remember what the hell I was so upset about in the first place. I can’t recall anyone other than this man laying on top of me, running his hands over my arms, down my sides, and over my ass.
His wholeyou know I respect youthing was never really a question, but just to be sure I remember, he trails his warm lips down my neck and over my spine leaving soft, worshipping kisses in their wake. He takes his time touching every inch of me as I stay bent over my desk.
Emmett pulls out of me, holding my panties to the side. Over my shoulder, I watch as he stares at what I know is his releasedripping out of me. I can tell by the satisfied glint in his eye and the way his focus is locked between my spread legs.
Instead of cleaning me up, he simply puts my panties back in place. “You better clench for the rest of the night, Reese. You’re keeping that in to act as a reminder of who you belong to in case you run into him again.”
I can’t contain my shocked laughter. “You are out of your mind, you know that?”
“Yes, I’m aware.” He bends to playfully bite my ass cheek before pulling my skirt back down to cover it.
Turning to face him, I lean back on my desk. My legs are a bit too wobbly to walk just yet.
Emmett tucks himself back in before he takes his time straightening me out. Fixing my hair. Adjusting my top. Cleaning up my makeup from under my eyes with the pads of his thumbs.
“How do I look?” I ask.
“Like you just got bent over your desk.”
“Great.”
He smiles, so proud of himself.
I wrap my arms around his neck. He slips his hand into my hair, pulling my lips to his. So much softer with each other than we were a few minutes earlier.
“We should get out there,” I eventually say.
