Page 100 of You've Got Male

He kicked her feet out to the side and she gasped. “Now it’s time to get lucky.”

Jonah reached around and palmed her, using the heel of his palm to put pressure, then slid one finger inside her and… “Damn, baby, have you been like this the whole time?”

“Ever since I found your note.”

“I’ve been rock hard ever since I saw you in those Gnope panties.” He ran his fingers down her center and she was so slick he became impossibly harder. “Put your hands on the desk.”

Even before her hands made contact, he slid two fingers insideher, and she gasped. He didn’t waste time adding a third and she was so primed it didn’t take long for her to start pushing back against his hand, riding it hard and fast.

“I’m almost there,” she said, sounding surprised at the speed at which he’d driven her to the breaking point. “Yeah. I’m right—”

Jonah pulled out.

“What are you doing?”

“Sunshine, when you come, I’m going to be consuming you.”

While he was talking he pulled a condom from his pocket and undid his pants. He was wrapped in seconds and, with one hand around her waist, the other protectively placed between her and the sharp edge of the desk, he positioned himself and drove forward.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He didn’t mean to give such a deep first pump but she pushed back right as he was moving forward. When he hit full tilt, she moaned out his name and he stilled.

“Is that too hard?” he asked.

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Not hard enough.”

With a grunt of approval, Jonah pulled back and thrust forward, deeper than he’d ever been. He didn’t just want to consume her, he wanted to own her—body, heart, and soul.

He bucked again and again until her head fell to rest against the desk, allowing him to go even deeper. He was surrounded by her heated scent, her silky curves, and the softness that could only be described as feminine.

He moved in and out, loving how she kept trying to spread her legs farther but her panties were acting as a rope. The image she created was so sexy he was about to get off before her—and that was not acceptable.

Moving his thumb, he found her pleasure button and pressed down hard, then made soothing circular motions. She let out this sexy little sound, so he did it again.

He could feel her tighten around him, coiling and drenching him. His thumb pushed harder, then feather soft, bringing her right to the edge and then backing off. He paid attention to her as she moved, when she moaned, cataloging every little thing she liked, and what she loved.

And she was loving on his erection as if it were hers to conquer.

“I’m there. Oh God, I’m so there,” she said in this raspy voice that did him in.

Her hips moved, raw and hungry, and when she parted her legs even more, he moaned a sigh of rightness. He took a moment to soak her in, breathe her air, taste her skin.

He was as desperate for release as she was, so he picked up the pace, pumping into her and swirling his thumb over her tender spot, going deeper until, just like that, she flew apart around him. Her body trembled with her release and her hips jerked back against him, and he lost it.

He pushed into her so deep that she had to dig her hands into the desk to support herself, and he could hear her thighs slapping against his with every thrust. The sound and the pressure were so right, so perfect, he detonated, moaning her name and pumping into her until he reached his last tremor.

He practically collapsed on top of her, putting his hands out to catch himself, but his chest was flush against her back, both of them slick with sweat. After some long gasps of breath, he straightened and lifted her up and sat her on the desk.

God, she was beautiful. Cheeks flushed, lips wet from his, eyes sex-dazed, and her hair tousled like someone had their fist tangled in it.His fist,he realized with a grin.

Her thong slipped off her feet and fell to the floor. He picked it up and, after refastening his slacks, tucked it into his pocket. She lifted an amused brow.

“I want to know that you’re naked and wet from me when we go back out there. Like our little secret.”

At the word, she went quiet as if it didn’t settle right. It didn’t settle right with him, either. He was tired of their secret. He was tired of pretending that what was happening between them was nothing but a fling.

“What are we doing?” she asked quietly.

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