Page 99 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

“Yeah, maybe I will.”

Simon starts to walk out, before taking a step back. “Where’s Stella?”

“Lunch,” I blurt out. “Went to get us lunch.”

“She really is something,” Simon says. “I don’t want to pat myself on the back, but it was a really good idea for me to bring her on.”

“She’s something, all right…” I say as her tongue makes a full twist around the base of my cock.

Simon waves as he heads out. I don’t move even after I hear the door close, giving it a few minutes to make sure he’s not coming back.

“What the fuck,” I say as I gently wheel my chair back as Stella takes her mouth off my dick. “What the hell was that?”

She wipes her mouth as she gives an impish shrug. “Improvising.”

I narrow my eyes as I signal for her to come to me. She starts to stand to walk over when I say words I never thought I’d say in my life.

“No. Crawl to me.”

I don’t know why, but at this moment, that’s all I want to see. Stella with her swollen lips, messy hair, and skirt that I’m about to fucking demolish crawling toward me. I wheel my chair back a little farther, wanting the full view as Stella’s eyes never leave mine, her hands and legs inching toward me.

“Stand.” She does as I say, keeping her eyes on me. “Now come here.”

She takes the final steps to me before .

“Don’t you remember what I once told you?” I say as I stand up. She shakes her head, though I’m pretty sure her brain isn’tworking right now as I’m hiking up her skirt and tearing off her lace thong.

“That I always get to undress you. That it’s my privilege to do so.”

She bites her lip in that way that drives me crazy as I turn her around and bend her over my desk.

“This is going to be short and sweet. Now hold on so I can fuck you right here, just like we both want.”

I take a quick look out the windows, making sure we’re as hidden as I think we are. My office is tucked away in the back, so you can’t see in or out if you’re just passing by on the street. Which is good, because if anyone were to see in here for the next few minutes, they’d be getting quite the show.

Or wondering where the screaming is coming from.

“Ah!” Stella yells as I push myself into her. I don’t hold back or ease her in. I just fuck her like I want, my body slapping against her with every thrust I give. I give her ass a slap, which makes her purr, so I do it again, loving the sounds I’m bringing out of her.

I watch her grip onto the end of the desk, holding on for dear life as I slam into her. Her face is turned so I can see the redness creeping up, her eyes shut as she just feels every inch I give her.

“Emmett…”

My name on her lips sounds as if she’s begging, and that’s one thing I’ll never make Stella do in her life. I feel my balls tightening, and I lift her up just enough to slide my fingers around to her clit, hitting the spot I know will send her, because frankly, there isn’t time for multiples tonight.

“Ah!” Stella yells. “Emmett!”

In that moment, we come together, our bodies jerking into each other as the sensation dies down.

“Holy shit,” Stella moans as I do my best to keep my weight off her. But it’s hard. Between the blow job and fucking her harder than I might have at any point in my life, my body feels like a blob.

“Holy shit is right,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek before I stand, bringing her up with me. “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“We get out of here. Ditch the rest of the work day. Go get lunch—because I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Take said lunch back to my place. Then after we eat, I get my dessert. Which will be you.”

She leans in and gives me a small kiss to my cheek. “Sounds perfect.”

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