“She’s a runner, she’s a track star,” he sang. “Ain’t that a bitch.”
“It’s not personal. Rolani. I like you. I care about you.”
“You care about me?”
His eyes dropped to her mouth, and before she could think, he pulled her in. His mouth claimed hers, deep, unhurried, possessive. The kiss was everything she remembered and more. Anger and want…need. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she let him. Let herself sink into it because in three days she’d be in Colorado, and this would be a memory she’d replay until it wore thin.
When they pulled apart, both breathing hard, his forehead rested against her shoulder.
“Don’t go,” he said quietly.
No man had ever asked her to stay before. It always seemed so easy to say goodbye, so she made it easier. But Rolani was worth a second thought. So she considered it.
“I have to.”
He pulled back and looked at her. With a slow nod, he accepted that answer. He knew what her answer would be before he asked her. But he couldn’t be blamed for trying.
“Aight. Let me have the night, though.” His hands found her waist and pulled her back against his chest, her back flush to him, both of them facing the desk.
“And then what, Rolani? I’m leaving Tuesday, and that’s not changing.”
“Why do we have to have that figured out, Ken? I missed you, and I know you missed me.”
“Rolani.” Her voice came out in a sigh, but she didn’t move out of his embrace.
“I hear you.” His mouth found the side of her neck, unhurried. “You can walk out that door at any time.”
Her feet stayed planted, and he took that as his permission to proceed. He walked them to the desk. She braced against the desk. Rolani’s calloused hand slid between her thighs. Her eyes closed, and her back arched.
“Stop teasing me. My girls are waiting.”
“Bend that ass over, baby.”
Kennedi had no problem following his directions. She bent over as he yanked the hem of her dress up to her hips. Air hit her bare ass cheek, and he lightly smacked it, watching it jiggle.
“Take that thong off.”
Again, she followed his instructions without pushback. She pulled down the black thong slowly as he watched on, stroking his dick until precum beaded at the tip. With a smile, he slipped two fingers into her and groaned at how wet she was. He hated all this tough girl shit she tried with him because her body always told a different story.
“You sure you gotta leave Tuesday?” he asked, fingers still moving.
“Rolani.” His name came out broken. “I’ll… I'll be back.”
“That's what I thought.” He removed his fingers and gripped her hips. “Hold on to something.”
She grabbed the edge of the desk and pressed her lips together to keep the sound in. Rolani planted his feet and fucked the shit out of her in the office of a club. The music drowned out the slapping of skin and moans neither of them could control.
“Kennedi.” His hand found her jaw, tilting her face to the side. “Let me hear you.”
“Shiiit. Rolani.”
“You gon’ make me nut quick with how good you feel. Fuck.”
He buried himself to the hilt, pausing just long enough to watch her squirm before he pushed into her harder.
“Don’t be in Colorado on stupid shit, Ken,” he growled, hand gripping her throat just enough to make her eyes roll back.
Every thrust knocked the air from her lungs, every word he whispered in her ear pushed her closer to the edge.
