Page 87 of Third Time Lucky

“That would make me feel like part of the team. I noticed you guys do that a lot.”

He tightens his grip on my thighs and climbs the steps with a swiftness that’s impressive. I’m not two hundred pounds of pure muscle or anything, but I am a grown man. He’s not even winded when he sets me down.

I cross my arms. “You can’t just carry me around like a sack of flour whenever you want to.”

Yes, you can. Anytime you want to. Do it again.

He crowds me until I’m backing up towards his desk. “Joan is taking the girls to dinner after swim lessons.”

They’re all enjoying swimming now that there are fewer lessons and his mother has stopped showing up. And I might have been the one to suggest dinner to his sister. My treat.

“So, what you’re saying is we have a few hours to play?” I ask suggestively.

He kisses me quick, then turns me around, flinging my cap across the room and guiding me with a firm hand on the back of my neck that makes me instantly hard. He kicks aside the chair so we can stand in front of his desk with a good view of the door.

“I guess that is what you’re saying.”

My sweet Cavill clone of a neighbor has turned into a sexy beast since we started this thing between us. The more we’re together, the more confident he is about what we both want. Elliot in control.

I feel his lips at my temple, a tender brush before he adds pressure to my neck to bend me over his desk. Yes. He reaches around to undo my pants before pushing them down to my ankles.

Surprise.

“No boxers?”

“Maybe you’re a bad influence,” I say with my cheek pressed against the cool wood, ass in the air. Maybe I was in a hurry for this and wanted as few barriers in the way as possible.

“Three strikes?” The dark question is all the warning I get before his hand lands on one bared cheek, then the other and back again. All landing with a loud smack. Harder than I’d expected.

“Jesus.”

The pain is sharp but quick, fading to a continuous burn. I feel a spike of adrenaline and desire coursing through me. My cock is already wet with precum. I had no idea whether I would like that or not, but I do.

I really do.

“You good?”

My smile feels drunk. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Did I mention I was asking for it? I had no idea I was this kinky and sex-starved. I want him all the time now. It never goes away so much as momentarily fades into the background. It’s like my body knows it’s on borrowed time and wants to hoard it all while it still can.

He squeezes my stinging cheek and I hear a drawer opening and the sound of crinkling foil. He came prepared.

“I woke up hard enough to hammer nails,” he grumbles behind me, dripping lube between my cheeks and sliding in his middle finger roughly. “That thing you did with your toy last night had me considering breaking and entering. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you hung up the phone.”

“Then my work here is done,” I wheeze, pushing back against his finger hungrily.

“We’re nowhere near done, Joey.” He lines up his cock and thrusts deep with a low, rumbling groan. “Not even close.”

I hope not, because I can’t get enough of this. He fills me up. Makes me weak. Makes me want to shout how I feel about him off our fucking balcony. “More.”

Elliot’s fingers fist in my hair and he tugs my head off the desk, his hips pumping against mine as he bites my ear and leaves an open-mouthed kiss on my jaw. “You want more? I should spank you again for being so greedy for it you couldn’t wait. You made me jealous of that fake dick you were teasing me with. I had to watch you work it inside yourself, knowing exactly what it would feel like. Knowing I could do it better. This sweet little ass is mine to fuck, Joey.”

Mine.I shudder beneath him at the claim. “I thought you liked watching me,” I say on a huff as he pushes the breath out of me.

His next thrust rams me into the desk with a force that jars the solid oak. “You want to please me? I’ve got a key with your name on it. I gave it to you last week. If you want me, you sneak into my bed and wake me up with your mouth on my dick. And the next time I visit your office, you lock the door and show me this ass instead of a damn bouncy castle.”

I love it when he gets like this. Possessive and domineering. This side of him only comes out when we’re like this. It’s just for me and it makes my fucking thighs shake.

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