“Harrison,” I gasp. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“Why not?” he asks, kissing his way down my stomach until he’s kneeling in front of my working the buttons on my jeans open.
I gasp when he slides them down my legs, taking my panties with them. “Because you’re at work… this is…”
“This is exactly what I want for lunch… you.” The words are a low growl as he presses his mouth to my pussy. My head thuds back against the door, and my hands thread through his hair, holding him to me as he eats me right here in his fancy office.
I don’t know if it’s just because he’s talented or the naughtiness of doing this in his office—a public place—but I’m more turned on than ever. I let out a quiet squeal when Harrison stands and throws me over his shoulder. My jeans are still tangled around my ankles. I stumble a little when he sets me on my feet, but he’s quick to steady me. He spins me around and pushes me down over his desk.
“I’m going to fuck you right here on my desk.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me.”
I hear his zipper and the tear of a condom, then he’s right there, pushing deep into me from behind. I gasp as he hits the end of me. He slowly pulls out then pushes back inside. I let out a low moan, my pussy clinging to him as he rocks into me.
“You feel so damn good.” He thrusts back into me harder and harder until his abs are slapping against my ass.
Harrison grips my hips and does exactly what I asked of him… he fucks me.
We chase our releases at the speed of light. His hand covers my mouth as I come on a scream muffling my sounds. He follows me soon after, groaning his own release. He presses a kiss between my shoulder blades and stands, pulling me along with him as he sits in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
We sit silently as our breaths return to normal.
“Best lunch ever,” he murmurs in my ear, kissing me lightly.
“You haven’t even eaten it yet.”
“I had my dessert first.” My cheeks turn pink at that, but I’m pleased as much as I’m embarrassed.
I quickly dress while Harrison fixes his suit. He looks just as handsome and put together as he did when I first got here. Well, his hair is a little more mussed, but otherwise, he looks perfect. I try to straighten my shirt, but it’s horribly wrinkled, and there's nothing I can do to fix it.
“You look beautiful,” Harrison says, pulling me into his arms.
I shake my head with a laugh. “No, I look like I’m doing a nooner walk of shame. Is that even a thing?”
His eyes narrow as he looks at me, then he’s pulling me into his arms and kissing me soundly. When our lips part, he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re gorgeous, angel. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise.”
My cheeks heat with a blush. It feels like I’m always blushing around Harrison. Not that I mind, it’s hard not to be dazzled by his compliments and the way he devours me with his eyes.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
He presses another light kiss to my lips. “Never thank me for the truth.”
Pleasure ricochets through me at his words, followed by a wave of fear. I’ve managed to give this man a piece of my heart, and I can easily see myself giving the whole thing to him. All I can do is hope that he’s not careless with it. Maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way as I do…
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
HARRISON
“Harrison,honey, it’s so good to see you,” Rita says, wrapping me up in a warm hug.
I return the hug and kiss her cheek. “It’s good to see you as well. How are you?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” She waves a hand in front of her as if to brush off her response. “What I really want to know is all about you and what you’ve been up to.”
Rita gives me a knowing look, one that says she’s not going to let me skate by with just perfunctory responses. She wants to know about Olive, and I’m not sure how much I want to tell her. My feelings are so far out of my comfort zone that I don’t even know what I feel half of the time.
