Page 15 of Make Me Stay

His eyes gleamed in the near darkness of the warehouse. Rain lashed the windows, but I could barely hear it over my raging heart.

Suddenly, my butt bumped into my metal desk.

He crowded into me, his hands on either side of my hips. “Harder.”

My eyes widened.

He dipped his gaze down to his rigid cock. “Grip it harder this time.”

With a shaking hand, I licked my palm then dipped into the cotton again. I stroked him. The heat over steel made me lick my lips. What would it taste like?

He growled. “Not this time.” He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. “Another time I’ll wear this red around my cock like a ring.”

Dear God, was that my pussy pulsing?

“Tighter.”

My fingers firmed around him and his mouth parted. “That’s it, baby. Lift that skirt and coat your hand.”

My breath caught.

“Like you haven’t touched yourself before. That jackass you were with didn’t leave you satisfied, did he? Did you have to finish yourself off after he rolled off you?” His eyes darkened. “The look in your eyes saysyes. You won’t leave here without screaming my name, Lex.”

Slowly, I gathered my skirt and his eyes lasered in on each inch of thigh I revealed.

His fingers gripped the desk hard enough that it practically vibrated. “That’s it, baby.” He let go and stepped back. “Better yet, lose the underwear.”

The skirt of my dress fell over my arms as I peeled down my panties.

He held his hand out.

I frowned as I stepped out of them, almost tipping when they caught on my heel.

He grabbed me, then he took the panties.

“Hey.”

“Mine now.” He tucked them into his back pocket.

I leaned back against the desk, my eyes locked on his dick tight against this lower belly.

“You forgot a step, Lex.”

My gaze lifted to his with a frown.

“Coat that hand. I need it on me again.”

“Oh.” I could feel the flush racing up my neck, but I did what I was told. I hissed out a breath at how wet I was. Even worse than I feared.

God, he’d think I was so freaking desperate.

He pulled my hand from under my skirt and groaned and drew me close to him again. I wrapped my fingers around him, slicking down the length and back up. He growled, dragging my hand away to his mouth. He licked between my fingers, and I swayed toward him. “So wet for me. I can’t wait to feel that around me. But first,” he whirled me around and kicked my feet apart, “Hands on your desk.”

Dizzy with how much I wanted him and the quick spin, I really had no choice but to hold on.Then I felt my skirt lifting.

His hands slid up my thighs as his thumbs dug into the back of them, massaging his way up. My thick thighs that I always cursed—he couldn’t stop touching them. Those thumbs slid up along the inner skin to slip through my heat. I lowered my head, bracing myself on the desk.

He turned one hand and dipped one finger inside of me, causing us to sigh in unison.

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