“Mmm, I want you.”
“What part of me?”
He looks up, his lips glistening.
“I want you inside of me.”
His brows raise.
“You want me to fuck you in your office?”
I nod.
He stands, unbuckles his pants, and then pulls himself out of his boxers.
“Fuck me fast, Dutton,” I tell him as he lines himself up.
“Whatever you want”—he kisses my lips—“it’s yours.”
And then he slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon and silencing every single one of my moans with his mouth.
When my orgasm hits, I bite his lips, and he pulls me by my hips, closer and closer, over and over as he slides in and out of me.
He stills, kissing my shoulder as he comes.
After our breathing returns to normal, I start to laugh.
“What?” he asks with a smile.
“I just never thought something like this would happen in my office. Let alone with you.”
His grin is heart-stopping.
“Yeah, and what are your final thoughts on that?”
He tucks himself back into his pants while I put mine back on. Then I press my lips to his again.
“I think I’d be up for it again.”
“Right now?” His eyes widen.
I laugh.
“Another day. Right now, I need to prepare for the festival this weekend.”
He sighs. “I just want to spend the day with you, but I need to get back to work, too.”
I move to the wash station in the kitchen, taking note of his gaze watching me. As soon as I’m done scrubbing, I pull the first bin of strawberries from the fridge and start dicing them up.
Dutton comes up behind me, spins me around, and kisses me one time, his tongue diving into my mouth and stealing my next breath.
I swear, kissing him will never get old. It’s as if each brush of his lips stops time and I get lost in the moment.
Somehow, I manage to keep my hands from touching him, but when he pulls back, I almost fall into him. I don’t want to stop.
He catches me by the shoulders and turns me back to the counter, smacking my ass playfully.
“I’ll see you back at my house tonight."
