Dinner and dessert
Amelia
Alex and I tease each other a lot, but something about lunch sticks with me for the rest of the day. I can’t stop thinking that we would be great as a couple.
Usually, I’m able to push thoughts like that out of my mind, but the closer we get to my trip, the harder it is.
With me leaving for Bean’s wedding in a week, we’re working late to finish a few projects. We order dinner and then snack on the chocolate and mint cookies I keep in my desk. It’s almost eleven when we stop for the night.
After sitting on the couch in his office for so long, I stand and stretch my arms up over my head. When I arch my back, I can’t help but notice Alex’s eyes linger on my chest. My nipples tighten under his gaze and I bite back a moan. Trying to ignore my body’s reaction, I gather the garbage and toss it in the can beside Alex’s desk. Then I step closer to the wall of windows behind his chair and look out over the city. I love the view of the lights from this spot. It’s one of my favorite parts of staying late.
The other being the man who is now standing next to me.
“It’s so pretty,” I say.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs.
Turning, I find him staring at me. His hair and tie are messy. His spicy musk surrounds me. And his eyes… They’re filled with need. Desire. Maybe more.
My control snaps. I take a small step forward. “Alex,” I whisper, reaching for his tie. But instead of fixing it like I normally do, I tug on it gently and raise my chin.
His throat bobs and his green eyes darken. “Fuck it,” he mutters just before his lips meet mine.
Maybe it hasn’t all been in my head. Maybe this hasn’t been a one-sided crush.
A full year of longing—of yearning—is in this kiss.
His fingertips dig into my hips, pulling me close as my arms wrap around his neck. I tangle one hand in his hair, afraid he’s going to pull away and praying he doesn’t.
His hard cock presses against my stomach, and I moan into his mouth. He turns us slightly, guiding me backward until my ass hits his desk without breaking the kiss. His hand grazes the inside of my thigh, then he runs his knuckles between my legs. He groans when he finds my panties soaked. A finger slips under the side, gently stroking me. I throw my head back, panting and breathless.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps.
“No. God, Alex. Don’t stop,” I plead.
His mouth moves along my neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at my throat. The thought of him marking me with his teeth and beard sends a shiver throughout my body. He kisses a path across my skin as he unbuttons my shirt slowly before tossing it onto his desk. My bra follows.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he runs the pad of his thumb over one of my nipples. I gasp at the rush of pleasure.
Then he hikes my skirt up to my waist as he takes that nipple into his mouth. My hands are in his hair, and I’m grinding my pussy shamelessly against the thigh wedged between my legs. His fingers find my clit as he gently bites on my other nipple.
I reach for his belt, but he steps back slightly, gently biting my bottom lip when I pout.
“If I don’t eat your pussy right now, I’m pretty sure I’ll die.”
Every time I think I couldn’t possibly get wetter, he proves me wrong. And I’m not at all mad about it.
“Well, if your life is on the line…”
Nipping my lip again with a low chuckle, he drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside before lifting me up and setting my ass on the edge of the desk. When he sits in his chair and looks at me from between my knees, another moan slips out. I swear I almost come from the sight of him alone.
“I’ve had fantasies about this,” I admit huskily.
His eyes sparkle wickedly. “Me too.” Then his mouth is on my pussy, and he devours me. I arch my back, digging my fingers into his hair and whimpering his name. His hands grip my hips as he teases me, his tongue swirling, circling, and flicking my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. He keeps me there, teetering on the cliff as he licks me from top to bottom, dipping his tongue inside, then doing it again. The sounds of him eating my pussy are so goddamned erotic.
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, shattering with a flood of wetness. He licks me through my orgasm, like he doesn’t want to waste a single drop.
