“Nah, sugar. You wear this for you or not at all.” I lift one of her legs. My gut clenches harder to see her foot tucked into a fuck-me shoe. “You’re going to leave these on, and I’ll strip down the rest of you. That’ll be for me.”
“Now?”
“Lane’s covering for me.” I release her leg to kiss her. Then I draw her top over her head. Her tits bounce free and I almostchoke on my tongue for the second time tonight. “Fucking hell. No bra?”
“It’s built in.” She reclines back and shimmies her shoulders. “Guess what else I’m not wearing.”
My groan rips out long and ragged. Two articles of clothing and she’s naked? “You want me dead at your feet, don’t you?”
I drag down her bottoms and she lifts her ass for me. I have to take a step back and evaluate my handiwork.
“Put your heels on the edge of the desk.” I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s thick. Guttural. Straight up caveman.
“I might gouge the surface.”
“Worth it. Now do it and spread those knees wide.”
She first lifts one leg. Then another. The tips of her sharp heels hold her feet in place. My blood is thumping at my temples and pounding against the zipper of my jeans. She’s wet and glistening for me, such a deep pink, it’s become my favorite color.
I rip open my zipper and free myself. I get a condom on in record time and toss my wallet who knows where. “There’s one thing that I want to commemorate this moment with.”
I stoop carefully to keep from strangling my erection in my fly and grab a single-serve bottle of Buttered Cob. I twist off the top and take a drink.
Her lips part as I lean down to kiss her. She opens for me, drinking in the warm whiskey, and she moans, her lips vibrating against mine.
Her mouth is wet and shiny when I pull away. I take another drink, almost finishing it off and sink to my knees. I swallow and claim her clit, swiping my alcohol-soaked tongue across her swollen nub.
“Cruz.” She rocks her hips up.
I blow across her hot flesh.
“Oh my god.” She leans back farther, shoving my laptop to the side so she doesn’t knock it off the desk.
I finish off the rest of the small bottle and cover her clit with my mouth, plying the bud with my tongue until she’s writhing. I swallow everything down that didn’t escape to drip to the desktop and rise. Her eyes are half-lidded when I push into her. They roll all the way back and she drops her head back.
She surrounds me and all my worries wash away. The women in the bar. The secret she’s not telling me. How much she works. All of it vanishes as soon as I’m buried inside of her. “That’s it. Just relax and let me fuck you.”
I put one of her heels on my shoulder and pump away. She scrapes at my abs with her nails, undulating her hips with my thrusts. My climax is roaring down on me like a coal train. Her walls are gripping my cock, but I need her to topple over the edge with me.
Her clit’s wet enough, but I lick my thumb anyway and strum the swollen nub. She’s the only instrument I’ve ever played. Her hands fall away to catch herself on the desk, and she arches her back.
Fuck me. I’m never going to forget this sight. So many beautiful images of her in pure ecstasy are seared into my brain. I’m one lucky bastard.
“Cruz!” She grips me so fucking tight I can barely move. Her walls convulse, rippling over my shaft with blinding pleasure.
I pound into her and slam into my orgasm. My ass cramps as I come, punching into her one last time before I release.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Fuck, Elodie.”
Whimpers and moans leave her as we both try not to yell through the building.
Once we both finish grunting and shaking, I peel my eyes open. She’s sprawled across my desk with a dreamy expression.Her foot is hanging off my shoulder, and her other leg is dangling off the edge of the desk.
“It’s amazing I’m still standing.” And that her heels are still on.
She smiles at me. “This wasn’t part of the first tour I got.”
I smooth my hand up and down her leg. “It’ll be a part of them for you from now on.”
