“Brooks.” She panted against my lips, trying to laugh, trying to scold me, but her hands were already sliding under my shirt, nails dragging down my stomach.
“Don’t start,” I warned, spinning her around and nudging her toward the desk. “You knew exactly what you were doing out there.”
Her ass bumped the edge of the desk, and I shoved her down onto it. The sight of her in my jersey and denim cutoffs that were borderline indecent, and thosefuckingsocks, had me downright feral.
“What, claiming my man?” she teased. She smirked, breathless, tugging at my belt like she owned me. “Guess it worked.”
“Worked too fucking well,” I growled. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, yanking them both down her legs in one fell swoop. The smell of her hit me, hot and sweet, and my cock ached so bad I almost lost it right there.
I spread her knees wide and stepped between them, palms gripping the tops of those socks like handles. The hem of my jersey rose higher with the movement.
“Leave it on,” I rasped, voice low and rough. “I’ve watched you walk around in these goddamn socks all day, so I deserve to get to fuck you in them.”
Her smile said she knew exactly what kind of trouble she was in.
“Yesss,” she moaned. “I’ve missed you inside me, Brooks. I need your cock.”
“Trust me, kitten, you’re going to get all of me. But first, I’m going to taste you.” I lowered myself to my knees and pushed the jersey up just enough to bare the wet heat between her thighs. “Been thinking about this all week,” I growled before sealing my mouth over her.
The taste of her hit me like a drug.
I licked deep, slow at first, then harder, faster, until she was writhing against my desk, knocking various pens andknickknacks to the floor. Her hands clawed for my shoulders, but I just anchored her with my grip on those socks, holding her open while I devoured her.
“Oh my god.” She moaned, her head dropping back against the desk with a dull thud. Paper crinkled under her palms as her hips rocked back against my mouth.
“Mmm,” I growled into her, the sound vibrating through her slick folds. “God’s not the one eating your perfect pussy in my office, kitten.”
Her answering whimper nearly undid me.
I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight to my mouth, while the other slipped between her legs to press my fingers exactly where she needed them.
“Fuck, yes! Don’t stop,” she begged, grinding down onto my face.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled, hear it in the broken cries on her lips.
And that was when I stopped.
I pulled back, chin slick, breath ragged, and pressed a rough kiss to the inside of her knee. “Not yet,” I growled, standing and unbuckling my belt in one fluid motion. My cock sprang free, thick and aching, already leaking from the torture of holding back.
Her eyes flew wide, desperate, pleading. “Brooks—”
“You want to tease me in front of forty-thousand people, kitten?” I bent low, lips brushing her ear. “Then you better be ready to take every fucking inch.”
Her laugh broke into a gasp when I lined myself up, gripped the tops of those socks like reins, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” I snarled, the word tearing out of me as her heat clenched down hard. It had been too long since I’d had her, andI was already halfway gone. My hips pounded against her ass, every thrust rougher than the last.
Her breath hitched with every slap of skin, and she tried to push back against me, but I had her pinned, driving into her so deep she had nowhere to go. Her nails clawed at the desk, and all I could think about was how good she looked taking me in my jersey, my name stretched across her shoulders like a brand.
“You look so goddamn perfect like this,” I rasped. “Those socks, that jersey, my baby inside of you. Fuck, Dani, I could lose my mind.”
“Do it,” she shot back, voice breathless but teasing. “Lose it for me, Brooks.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, kitten.”
Her answering moan was ragged, desperate. I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get close enough.
I hooked an arm under her knee and then another, lifting, straightening both until they rested against my chest in a perfect ninety-degree angle. She yelped, the sound high and broken, and I braced her calves against my shoulders, holding her still as I pushed back into her.
