Page 87 of The Summer Intern

"Hurry," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine."Someone's going to catch us."

"Let them," I growled, finally getting the stubborn lock to turn.I pushed the door open and pulled Casey inside, kicking it shut behind us.

My office was a mess—always was, no matter how many times I promised myself I'd get organized.Stacks of camp applications and program outlines covered every surface, Post-it notes in my chaotic handwriting stuck to the walls, and a single desk lamp cast long shadows across the room.My ADHD brain loved the organized chaos, even if no one else could navigate it.Sutton had once spent an entire afternoon trying to implement a filing system before giving up in despair.

None of that mattered now.All that mattered was Casey, standing in the middle of my cluttered sanctuary, looking at me with dark eyes that reflected the dim lamplight.His hair was slightly mussed from our dancing, his cheeks flushed from alcohol and desire.

"Come here," I said, my voice rough with want.

Casey smirked, taking a deliberate step backward instead."Make me."

The challenge in his voice sent heat surging through me.In two strides, I closed the distance between us, backing him against the wall next to my overflowing bookshelf.My hands found his wrists, pinning them above his head as I pressed my body against his.

"Gotcha," I murmured against his throat, feeling his pulse racing beneath my lips.

"Took you long enough," Casey replied, but his breathless tone betrayed his affected nonchalance.

I released his wrists to cup his face, tilting it up to mine.For a moment, I just looked at him, taking in every detail—the slight smudge of eyeliner at the corner of his eye, the faint stubble along his jaw that he'd missed while shaving, the fullness of his lower lip.Five months of waking up to this face, and it still knocked the air from my lungs.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I said, the words inadequate but honest.

Casey's expression softened for a moment before his familiar smirk returned."Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to do something about it?"

I answered by crushing my mouth to his, swallowing his smart retort.His lips parted instantly, his tongue meeting mine with equal hunger.He tasted like whiskey and wedding cake, and I couldn't get enough.My hands moved from his face to his shirt, fingers fumbling with the small buttons that had been driving me crazy all night.

"Just rip it," Casey gasped against my mouth."I don't care."

"Your fancy shirt—"

"Screw the shirt."

The sound of fabric tearing was obscenely loud in the quiet office, but the sight of Casey's pale chest revealed beneath the ruined shirt drove all other thoughts from my mind.I dropped to my knees, pressing my face against his stomach, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin beneath the unfamiliar cologne he'd worn for the wedding.

"God, Matt," Casey moaned, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling it loose from the man bun I'd carefully styled earlier."Your mouth..."

I traced the waistband of his dress pants with my tongue, feeling the muscles of his stomach tighten in response.My fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, tugging the fabric down over his slim hips.His cock strained against his tight black briefs, a damp spot already forming at the tip.

"Looks like someone's happy to see me," I teased, pressing my mouth against the outline of his erection.

Casey's hips bucked against me."Don't be a fucking tease, Blackstone."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down, watching as his cock sprang free, hard and flushed against his stomach.Eight months of exploring each other's bodies, and the sight still made my mouth water.

"Look at you," I murmured, wrapping my hand around him, feeling the silky skin slide against my calloused palm."So perfect."

Casey's head fell back against the wall, his throat working as he swallowed."Matt, please..."

I took him into my mouth, savoring his sharp intake of breath, the way his hands tightened in my hair.The familiar weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him, the small sounds he tried to suppress–—it all combined to make my own cock strain painfully against my dress pants.

"I fucking love your mouth," Casey gasped, his hips making small, aborted thrusts that I easily controlled with my hands on his hips."So good, so fucking good."

I pulled back, replacing my mouth with my hand as I looked up at him.His chest heaved, his skin flushed pink from his cheeks down to his chest.The sight of him like this—disheveled, desperate, his fancy wedding outfit in ruins—sent a surge of possessive pride through me.

"Turn around," I commanded, rising to my feet.

Casey's eyes darkened at my tone, but he complied without hesitation, bracing his hands against the wall as I tore off his shirt and tossed it aside.I flattened myself against his back, still fully clothed while he was completely naked.The contrast made my cock throb.

"Feels like you're still dressed for the party," Casey said, pushing back against the bulge in my pants."Hardly seems fair."

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