I make a low cry of surprise as Gray grabs my hips and pushes himself up from the chair, struggling to balance my weight as he crab walks to the desk, his pants around his ankles.
His lips cover mine as he kisses me, long and deep, his hands running over my legs as he lays me gently down on the desk.
My head hits his coffee mug, which tumbles to the floor.
“Couldn’t you have chosen the carpet?” I grumble as he pushes into me again, and I arch into his chest.
“Too far away.”
“The floor is too far away? Seriously?”
“Yes,” he says, a hand running up to my throat as he grips it gently, making me shudder. “And you need to be quieter,” he murmurs as he pushes back inside me to the hilt, groaning.
His hand tightens on my neck. It’s gentle at first, then harder, my lungs straining before he lets me go again.
“Alright?” he whispers, rocking his hips into me in a maddening rhythm which is just on the edge of too slow.
“Yes,” I breathe out, loving the feeling of pressure as his fingers tighten around my neck again, his other arm moving beneath my shoulder as he grips me tighter.
The hand around my neck moves to just beneath my jaw as his thrusts speed up, and my legs start to shake as he pulls me off the edge of the desk, keeping me suspended, pounding his cock into me as I struggle to breathe.
“Okay?” he asks again, and all I can do is nod as he licks a long, wicked path up my neck between his fingers. “You’re fucking hot when you’re desperate for it,” he murmurs in my ear as I arch beneath him, my body writhing uncontrollably as we both come, Gray’s body freezing over me, sinking into his release.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, waiting for him to pull out as he usually does, but instead, he collapses on top of me. He’s breathing heavily, just like me, and I lie beneath him, enjoying the weight of his body for several minutes.
I run my fingers through his hair without conscious thought, scratching my nails against his scalp as he groans, pushing against my fingers with obvious relish. At the little purring sound of contentment he makes, my stomach turns over, and I pull my hand free, glancing at my watch.
“You have a meeting in fifteen minutes,” I say as he pulls his head up, resting his chin on my chest.
“Who scheduledthat?” he grumbles.
“You did. Because you love to rearrange your calendar without asking me, and you were pissed at Chase, so now he’s coming back to try and impress you.”
“He’s never impressed me in his life,” he mutters, pushing himself up on his hands and looking down at me as he thrusts his hips one last time.
“Ohfuck,” I moan as he gives me a wicked grin, pulling away and grabbing tissues from the drawer beside him.
That’s another thing about Gray Jones, he always cleans me up before he sees to himself, helping with my clothes before he deals with his own.
I sit up, pulling my panties back into position and straightening my skirt.
“What a way to start the day,” he says happily, and his eyes are hooded and content as he looks at me. It’s a look I find hard to process, happiness spreading through me, an unwelcome and addictive feeling as I hop off the desk.
We both take a minute to right our clothes, and once he’s done, he raises one eyebrow at me as I assess him critically. He does a little spin for good measure, tugging at his jacket and making me laugh.
“Will I do?” he asks.
“You look mildly professional,” I mutter, as he chuckles and I head toward the door.
“Was that okay?”
I turn back, surprised by the question and the worry in his eyes as my fingers encircle the door handle. His bright gaze meets mine as he tucks in his shirt a little tighter. He’s wearing a new suit today, and the pale gray color suits him perfectly. His skin is glowing.
Or maybe that’s just because of the sex.
“It was great,” I say honestly as his eyes move to my neck.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
