“Well, we have tonight,” I breathe.
“And right now,” he drags me to the edge of the desk.
“Here!?” I feel my eyes widen, though I have no idea why I’m so shocked by the idea. At this point, we’ve had sex more times outside of the bedroom than in it.
“No one will come in,” he smirks. “And since you brought me lunch, it’s only fair I have dessert too.”
“You’re insatiable,” I laugh.
“Years of pent-up desire will do that.” He leans closer, “Now bring your pretty ass here and kiss me before I lose my mind.”
I don’t miss a beat, leaning forward to plant my mouth on his. His tongue seeks entrance, and I part for him, letting him in as I thread my fingers into his hair while his hands tug at my shirt, pushing it up until I have to pull away. He drags it over my head and drops it to the floor, returning his mouth to mine.
His fingers work down the straps of my bra, pushing away the material so he can get to me. I wasn’t wrong; this man is insatiable. It’s never enough; no number of kisses is enough, no amount of touching. My skin pebbles with the pass of his hands, my body responding to his touch in a way that I cannot control.
“Lift your hips,” he rasps, his finger bumping against the shorts I’d picked out for today. I do as I am asked, letting him pop the button and yank off the denim, leaving me entirely exposed. The cool air of the office skates a chill over my skin, but he’s quick to push that away, his mouth trailing hot kisses from my neck and down my chest. Arousal knots low, spreading an ache down my thighs and between them.
“Fuck, baby,” He groans, “You’re going to need to be quiet for this.”
I nod eagerly, watching as he yanks at his shirt to get it untucked and unbuttons his pants, pulling out his leaking cock a moment later.
“Pull your panties to the side,” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his chin hits his chest so he can watch himself spread my pussy lips with the crown. It feels so fucking good.
He slips down to my entrance, pushing only an inch inside, but we both startle when a loud, heavy knock sounds at the door. He pulls back abruptly, and Iwhip my head over my shoulder, waiting for whoever is on the other side to barge in.
“Mr. Calahan!” Lauren’s voice sounds panicked on the other side, “It’s an emergency.”
“Shit,” he hisses. I hop down off the desk, gather my clothes and tuck myself under it, unsure what else I’m meant to do.
He sits down, his pants still undone, leaving his cock, hard and ready.
The opportunity is too good to miss. Pressing up onto my knees, I wrap my hand around the base and lean close, licking the tip. He calls for Lauren to come in, his voice wavering a touch as I taste both him and me there and wrap my lips around the head.
The door opens and I take him further into my mouth.
“Mr. Shaw is on the phone,” Lauren rushes out.
I suck him in deeper, reveling in the way his hand thumps against the table.
“Got it, I’ll grab it in just a moment.” His voice is strained and full of gravel.
“He said it’s urgent,” Lauren continues.
I take him so deep into my mouth, my gag is almost set off, so I pull back and bob, sucking and twisting with my hand, using my tongue to lick at that sensitive spot just beneath the crown.
“Got it,” if I’m not mistaken, that was a squeak in Noah’s voice. I grin around his shaft, keeping my momentum, sucking and licking, feeling him twitch between my lips. “I just need a minute.”
“Is everything okay?” Lauren asks.
“Yep,” Noah rushes out. “If you don’t mind shutting the door on the way out.”
“Right, uh,” Lauren hesitates. “No problem.”
Flicking my eyes to the side, I see the death grip his hand has on the arm of his desk chair, so tight, indents are surely going to be left behind.
“Fuck, Sid,” he groans low. “Don’t stop.”
His pleasure is almost as good as my own orgasm, the sound of that rasp as he moans, the way his muscles twitch and his hips move just a little to slide into my mouth further.
