Page 98 of One Spicy Summer

"You’re fucking perfect," I mutter before diving in, feasting on her like a starving man.

She gasps, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, rocking her hips against my mouth. Her taste, her scent, it drives me fucking wild. "Ry… oh God… Ry!" she cries, thighs trembling as she comes against my tongue.

I stand up, licking my lips, savoring her. "You’re never leaving my side again, you hear me?"

She nods, dazed, reaching for my belt.

I help her, yanking my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my aching cock. I line up and push inside her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. "Fuck, Presley," I groan, gripping her hips, pounding into her with a desperation I couldn’t control. "You feel like fucking Heaven."

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her cries echoing off the office walls.

"Mine," I growl against her throat, biting down gently.

"Yours," she whimpers, tightening around me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Princess," I order, reaching between us to rub her clit.

She shatters with a scream, body convulsing around me. I follow with a roar, emptying myself deep inside her. Panting, I hold her tight, resting my forehead against hers.

"I’m never letting you go again," I whisper.

"You better not," she breathes, smiling up at me with tears in her eyes.

I kiss her fiercely, pouring everything I felt into it, the past, the future, the forever we are finally getting back.

We stay tangled up for a while, just breathing each other in.

Finally, Presley giggles, wrinkling her nose. "We probably can’t live in your office."

"Watch me," I mutter, still inside her, still not ready to let go.

She kisses the tip of my nose. "We should at least put pants on before someone walks in."

I groan dramatically but help her off the desk. She winces a little, her legs shaky, and I catch her before she stumbles.

"Careful, baby," I say, brushing my thumb over her flushed cheek.

"Blame yourself," she teases, digging around for her jeans. "You broke me."

"Gladly," I smirk, tucking myself back into my jeans.

She hops around, struggling to pull her tight pants up, and I can’t resist smacking her ass.She yelps, laughing. "You're impossible!"

"Yeah, but you love it," I say, pulling her in for another kiss, this one slow, sweet, filled with everything I hadn’t been able to say yet.

Right as she was giggling against my lips, we hear the front door open.

Voices.

Footsteps.

We freeze, eyes wide.

"Shit," Presley whispers, hurriedly yanking her T-shirt down as if that would hide anything.

I grab her hand, dragging her toward the little side room for storage. We barely get the door shut when I hear Jase calling out:

"Yo, Rygaard! You here? Truck’s acting weird."

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