Page 69 of At His Beck & Call

I push my thumb inside her. She lowers her hips, thrusting against me, moaning low in her throat.

“Have you been deprived of my cock for too long? Maybe I should give you what you want…”

“Yes,” she says, through gritted teeth.

Gripping her thighs again, she makes a high, joyful sound as I push my cock into her inch by inch as she braces her hands against the wall behind her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask, licking up her neck as she pants above me.

“Yes.”

“Hm. Well, who am I to deprive you?” I say as I slam my hips forward and smother her scream of pleasure with my mouth.

Chapter 24

Lissa

Oliver fucks me against the wall for several long, exquisite minutes before he lifts me off the wall and onto the pleasure chaise.

It’s divine, overwhelming, and just what I need after the past few days. I escape into the world he has created, a dark space where no one but him can see or hear me.

I melt into the dimness, feeling only his cock, his care, the safety of his presence as he brings us both to climax with ruthless efficiency. The feel of his tongue in my mouth is a new and unexpected sensation, making me spiral higher into ecstasy as he matches each thrust of his cock against my tongue.

Once it’s over, he stays pressed against me for longer than normal, his arms not quite around me, but resting on the chaise. I’m breathless and tired but with a restless energy beneath my skin. I don’t feel finished yet, despite the mind-blowing orgasm.

As he pulls away, I have to fight to stop myself from dragging him back against me.

Standing up, Oliver looks down at me with another strange expression I can’t read as I swing my legs over the side and sit up. I quickly get dressed

There’s something burning within me today. A desire for somethingmorethat I can’t shake. Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s only been fifteen minutes.

If I’m honest with myself, I’ve been looking forward to this and missing its absence far too much over the past few days. Ninety percent of my thoughts have been with Henry, with his surgery, his recovery, and everything that comes next. But in the quiet moments when I was alone, all I could think about was Oliver.

“Is this yours?”

I turn to see Oliver holding out one of the gold hairclips that Bethany lent me. My hair is a mess, and I smile sheepishly at him as I nod.

“Thanks.”

“Use the bathroom, if you need to.”

I walk to the back corner of the room, compress the little panel that opens the door, and step inside. I leave it open as I walk to the mirror, dealing with my hair. It’s a total mess, all sticking up around my head.

I hear a soft huff of laughter from the office as I’m running my fingers through it.

Oliver appears in the doorway, watching me put myself back together. There’s something very domestic about it.

I can’t help imagining a completely unrealistic future, where we’re together in a hotel room as a real couple. He’d help me pick out a dress, tell me I was beautiful, and watch as I pin my hair up, one section at a time.

Oliver retreats, going to lean against his desk. Usually, he would return to work after we’re done, but instead, he’s watching me, and there’s a strange energy between us.

Am I the only one who feels it?

Once I’ve dealt with my appearance, I walk out, expecting him to have moved, but he’s still in the same place, his dark, intense eyes on my face as I close the door.

“Are you…” He pauses, jaw working as he hunches his shoulders. “Are you going back to the hospital?”

“Yes. I’m staying there every night while Henry is recovering.”