He shivers at the sound of his nickname, breath hitching and fingers gripping tighter. I’m glad he likes it. I’ll be using it more often now that he has consented to being mine.
He leans in first this time, mouth opening against mine without hesitation, and whatever careful restraint I’d been clinging to dissolved instantly.
His pheromones spike intensely, warm honey and sunlight flooding the office. It hits the back of my throat and flows through me, feeding my most basic instincts.
My pheromones answer immediately, sharp and territorial, spreading like wildfire raging through the dry brush.
The air around us thickens with our combined arousal until it’s hard to breathe. His fingers pull at my shirt, popping buttons and pulling closer. I kiss him back harder, all thoughts dissolving under the delicious scent of his sweet slick.
I grip his thighs and lift him to sit on top of the desk, leaning him back to lie across it. Neatly stacked piles of paperwork slide to the floor, but neither of us notices, too enthralled with the feeling of being together.
The heat in the room flares when I lean over him, sealing our mouths together again as he wraps his legs around me, cradling my body against his.
“Ember,” he breathes against my mouth.
My name.
In that tone.
It’severything.
The desk creaks with our movements, and the air crackles with our combined desires. My mouth drags along his jaw, feeling the way his pulse hammers beneath the sensitive skin.His hands grip my shoulders, then slide to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
Gods, this feels dangerous.
Not because we are at work, in his office, but because our bodies are responding faster than our thoughts.
“Door,” he murmurs faintly, arching against me to rub our clothed cocks together.
I look up just in time to see the door swing shut and lock with a click.
He notices too and chuckles. “Thank you, house.”
I look at him, confused, but he shakes his head and pulls me back into the sweet ambrosia of his lips. I kiss him deeper. Harder. Desperate and needy to be closer. I slide my hands up his sides, and he trembles in anticipation of more.
His head tips back, and I move to kiss his throat, paying special attention to his scent gland. The sound he makes isn’t loud, but it’s still enough to make me shutter, precum filling my boxer briefs.
His legs tighten around my hips as I rock into him with a steady rhythm, our cocks rubbing harder and faster.
The desk creaks again.
“We’re going to break it,” he laughs softly, breathless with arousal.
“Fuck it,” I growl, the words coming out rougher than I intended.
Our hips move in perfect synchronization, each of us racing for the end. This isn’t just sex; this is intimacy on a level that I’ve never experienced before. It’s addictive. I could stay here in this moment forever with him.
The desk creaks in time with my thrusts in a way that would be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on.
I’m almost there, so close I can taste it, when he cries out, throwing his head back and squeezing his limbs tight around me as he orgasms. I follow him over that wonderful, beautiful, amazing ledge, wondering if it has ever been this good before.
We just dry humped each other to our climaxes, and it was by far the best orgasm I’ve ever had in any of my lives.
I’m so far gone for him. I don’t think he realizes the power he holds over me.
Chapter Fourteen
Sunshine
