‘Yes!Yes, I like watching you.’
‘Have you touched yourself?’
‘Yes! In the chair. In my bed, with my laptop between my legs.’
‘Did you come?’
My eyes go wide as he thrusts so hard I almost kiss the screen. ‘I-I can’t. Can’t speak.’
‘Yes, you can,’ he says, as though prepping me for a race.You can do it!
‘I-I can’t concentrate when you’re inside me.’ My words are garbled, my hands sliding across the desk to grip the sides.
‘If I can keep one eye on the screen and one on my cock between your legs, I’m pretty sure you can fuck and talk.’
I shoot him a glare over my shoulder, ignoring his near silent chuckle as he delivers another flex of his hips.
‘Tell me about this.’
‘Y-your expression,’ I admit. ‘I’ve never seen anything so sexy. I-I think I might have an issue because I keep re-watching the bit where you bite my knickers as though you’re out of your mind.’
I recall the absolute beauty in his need. The craving I felt for him. The absolute certainty that I could come for him. My fingers as they slid on my clit as I’d reached the place that had been hiding from me.
‘Fuck, yes!’ he hisses, grinding against me. ‘I am out of my mind. Out. Of my. Goddamned mind. For you.’ He punctuates each of his words with his hips, then lifts my face to meet his to deliver a punishing kiss.
‘Oh, God,’ I gasp, as he releases my chin, his arm sliding around my body, his fingers slipping between my legs. I’m wet—so wet—I can hear it in the meeting of our bodies. Feel it as it aids his slide and coats my thighs.
‘Shush.’ How canthatsound amused? And how? Is there such a thing as silent fucking?
‘No... one... listening...would be fooled... into t-thinking were we’re... doing anything else o-other than... f-fucking!’
‘It’s what we do best, my dirty little fuck doll.’ I narrow my eyes even though the humour rings clear in his tone.
‘Listen,’ his voice rumbles, his body going still. Footsteps sound in the hallway—high heels on the wood. From under the doorway, the light cuts out as though someone is standing on the opposite side.
I bite my lip so hard I might taste blood as Flynn makes aVwith his fingers, sliding them from my clit to between my legs, touching me and touching himself. I’m so swollen, the pressure of my orgasm making me fit to burst. My eyes roll back, my muscles trembling, taut and tense, everything centred between my legs and pulsing with my silent release.
Flynn doesn’t move or speak as my body throbs around him. And as the heels draw away, I lie my cheek on the warm surface of the desk, preparing myself to take what he has to give, again and again. One solid thrust. Two. Then a third before his thrusts speed up, the sound of skin slapping and his sharp grunts and rough groans twisting my pleasure higher somehow. It’s like an agenda change; from something good to something absolutely necessary as he works himself deeper and faster inside my body until, finally, he stifles a long, rough groan by pressing his mouth against my neck.
‘I think I like office fucking,’ he rasps, kissing my cheek.
I can’t answer. I don’t think I can speak, let alone think. But when he pulls out of me I groan—a groan he joins me in as he makes some comment I don’t think I can repeat.
A beat later, there’s a brush of material between my legs.
‘What are you using?’ I twist my head over my shoulder to try to look.
‘Your knickers,’ he replies with a sinful smile. I huff but don’t truly answer. I’ll just slip into my bedroom and grab a clean pair. ‘It’ll be like a secret between us. I know you’ll have no undies on, and you’ll know I’m sporting a stiffy because of you.’
I push up from my hands and turn to face him. ‘You’re ridiculous, you know that?’
He nods, something peculiar settling in his gaze. ‘You might’ve mentioned it once or twice,’ he answers, his lips meeting mine, brief yet sweet. ‘One thing’s for sure. I’m ridiculously in love with you.’
