Page 88 of The Summer Intern

I nipped at his shoulder as I reached around to stroke him."Maybe I like having you naked and desperate, like a cute little slut."

"Asshole," Casey muttered, but there was no heat in it—only desire.

I stepped back just enough to unzip my pants, freeing my aching cock.Casey's eyes followed it hungrily over his shoulder.

"God, you're gorgeous," he breathed, reaching back to touch my stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle."I can't believe I had a crush on Sutton at first."

I groaned, laughing."I think you just bring that up to make me go all possessive and feral."

"Maybe?"Casey said cheekily, arching his back so I could see his fluttering hole.

I remembered the first time we'd been together, back at the camp last summer—his nervous excitement, my cautious restraint.How different things were now.The trust between us had deepened, allowing us to be rougher, more honest in our desires.I knew how to touch him to make him fall apart, and he knew all my weak spots.

"Want you so bad," I murmured against his ear, pressing my naked chest against his back."Been thinking about this all night, watching you in those tight pants."

"Then do something about it," Casey challenged, grinding his ass back against me.

I reached for the drawer of my desk, fumbling past pens and paperclips to find the small bottle of lube I kept there–—a leftover from previous stolen moments in this office.The first time I'd bent Casey over my desk had been during a staff meeting break last summer, both of us frantic and trying not to make noise.Now, with the wedding reception providing cover, we didn't have to rush.

I slicked my fingers generously, then reached between us, circling his entrance with teasing pressure.Casey pushed back against my hand, impatient as always.

"Matt, come on," he urged, voice tight with need.

I slid one finger inside him, feeling the tight heat that made my cock twitch in anticipation.Casey's breath hitched, his body arching beautifully as I worked him open, adding a second finger and then a third.I took my time, stretching him carefully, readying him to take my piercings, despite his increasingly desperate pleas.

"You're such a fucking tease," Casey panted, his forehead pressed against the wall."Just fuck me already."

"So demanding," I said, but I couldn't resist him any longer.I slicked my cock generously, positioning myself behind him."Like this, or do you want to face me?"

Casey turned in my arms, his eyes dark and serious."Want to see you," he said simply.

My heart stuttered at the raw honesty in his voice.I lifted him easily, my hands cupping his ass as he wrapped his legs around my waist.The wall supported his back as I lined myself up, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance.

"I love you," Casey said suddenly, his eyes locked on mine."So fucking much it scares me sometimes."

The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard.Casey was always so guarded, using humor and sharp comments as shields.These moments of pure honesty were rare and precious.

"I love you too," I replied, pressing my forehead against his."Every day.Every minute."

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth."Now, are you going to fuck me, or are we just going to have an emotional moment against this wall?"

I laughed, the tension breaking."Both," I promised, and slowly pushed inside him.

Casey's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp as I filled him.I paused when I was fully seated, our bodies connected as intimately as possible.His legs tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

"Matt," he breathed, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips.

"Casey," I answered, equally reverent.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else fell away—the wedding, the camp, our plans for the future.There was only this—Casey and me, connected, seeing each other completely.I began to move, slow and deliberate, watching his face as pleasure overtook him.

"I love you," I said again, the words punched out of me with each thrust."God, Casey, I love you so much."

Casey's hands gripped my shoulders, his fingernails digging into my skin in a way that would leave marks—marks I would wear proudly."Love you too," he gasped, his body tightening around me."Don't stop.Please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping.With the sounds of distant music and laughter providing a backdrop to our private moment, I lost myself in Casey's body, in his eyes, in the love that had somehow found us both.

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