Page 41 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

I suck in a breath, my hand tangling in her hair as she takes me in her mouth, slow and deliberate. Her tongue dances around me, the sensation almost too much to bear. She pulls back, her lips trailing kisses along my shaft, and down to my base, before taking me in again, deeper this time.

I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of her. She matches my pace, her rhythm unhurried, savoring every moment. She pauses occasionally, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking me slowly, making sure I stay on the edge of ecstasy.

“God, Clara,” I groan, my head falling back as pleasure overtakes me.

She’s exquisite, her every movement, every touch a reminder of how well she knows me, how deeply she understands what I need. I weave my fingers through her hair, gently guiding her as she continues, each moment more intense than the last.

She maintains her pace, alternating between slow, languid licks and deep, encompassing motions that have me gripping the edge of the desk, my legs trembling with the effort to stay standing. She’s relentless, her mouth a source of pure pleasure, her hands skilled and knowing. Fuck, no one has ever been able to make my body feel like this before…

She brings me to the brink, then pulls back, letting me hover on the edge of release, drawing out the pleasure until I’m almost begging for it. She looks up at me, her lips glistening, her eyes full of mischief and promise, before she takes me in again, this time with a fervor that has me spiraling out of control.

I can feel the tension building, my entire body tensing as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. She seems to sense it, and increases her pace; her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. My vision blurs, my breathing ragged as I feel my orgasm start to crest.

She’s not really going to… is she?

“Clara, I’m going to…” The words are cut off by a guttural moan as the climax hits me with the force of a tidal wave. Every muscle in my body contracts, my hips jerk uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over me, each one more intense than the last.

The release is overwhelming, a flood of ecstasy that leaves me trembling, my hands gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turn white. Clara doesn’t let up, her mouth and hands continuing their relentless assault, milking every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m completely spent.

When it’s finally over, I collapse against the desk, gasping for breath, my body humming with the aftershocks of the mostintense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Clara stands, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness and satisfaction. I pull her into my arms, and hold her tightly, not wanting to let go.

My hand cups her cheek, and I pull her in for another kiss, slow and tender, savoring the taste of her. Her hands slide up my chest, fisting the fabric of my shirt as she returns the kiss with equal passion.

Just as the intensity begins to build again, and I start to wonder what will happen next, the door to my office bursts open with a loud crash.

“Boss, you have to see…” Wyatt’s voice cuts through the haze of desire like a bucket of cold water.

Clara and I spring apart, my heart pounding not just from the kiss but from the sudden intrusion. Wyatt stands frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he takes in what’s happening here. He’s trying his hardest to fit the pieces together, but he can’t quite seem to make the picture in front of him make sense.

“Clara, what the hell is going on here?” Wyatt’s voice is sharp, there’s a dangerous edge to it.

Clara takes a step back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Wyatt, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Not what it looks like?” he repeats incredulously. “It looks like you and Beau were just... were just…”

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” I interrupt, stepping forward to stand by Clara’s side. I know this is hard, but I care too much about her to lie. We need to get this out there, in the open at last. It’s time. “Wyatt, calm down. Let’s talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” Wyatt snaps, his face reddening with anger. “Talk about how you’re sneaking around with my sister behind my back? Is that what we’re supposed to talk about?”

Clara reaches out, trying to place a calming hand on Wyatt’s arm. “Wyatt, please. Let’s discuss this calmly. There’s no need to make a scene.”

Wyatt jerks his arm away, glaring at her. “How long has this been going on, Clara? How long have you been lying to me?”

“We haven’t been lying to you,” Clara insists, her voice trembling. “We just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Wyatt turns his furious gaze on me. “And you, Beau. You’re my boss, myfriend. How could you do this to me?”

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “Wyatt, I’m sorry you had to find out this way. But Clara and I... we care about each other. This isn’t just some fling.”

“Care about each other?” Wyatt sounds scornful, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is a betrayal, plain and simple. I trusted you, Beau. I trusted you to look out for her, not to... to take advantage of her.”

“Wyatt, that’s not fair,” Clara says, stepping between us. “Beau hasn’t taken advantage of me. I’m a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions. This is my choice too.”

Wyatt’s eyes flash with anger. “Your choice? Your choice has always been to screw things up, Clara. You always find a way to make a mess out of everything. And now you’re dragging Beau in your chaos!”

Clara flinches as if struck, her face paling. “Wyatt, that’s not true...”

“Yes, it is!” Wyatt shouts. “You’ve been selfish and reckless your whole life, and now you’re doing it again. You’re ruining everything!”

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