Page 41 of You & I, Rewritten

Bringing my hand to my mouth, I coat my fingers in spit, ensuring there’s enough to not cause him any discomfort. “This is going to be fast and hard, baby,” I say, standing, slapping my dick against Graham’s opening. Running my slick fingers over my cock, I push myself against him, his body momentarily tensing at the pressure of my touch. There is nothing quite like sliding into Graham, nothing has ever commanded every ounce of my attention.

“I’m fine, babe…come on,” Graham pants, reaching back and pulling me deeper into him.

Oh my God.He’s rocking his hips, increasing the friction against us so I match his movements, thrusting harder as I feel him open up for me.

“You feel sofuckingamazing.” I’m pinning him down against the table, one arm planted across his back, the other gripping his hips tighter with each stroke. Reaching around, I find his dripping cock, my strokes match the timing of my thrusts. “I want you to come with me.”

I’m right on the edge, each plunge deeper into Graham threatens to obliterate me in a way I’ve come to love.

Now slick with sweat, Graham leans back, pressing every inch of his delicious frame against my chest and turns, finding my lips with his.“Come for me,” he says, his need palpable. “Please baby, I need you to come.” Crashing my lips to his, I slam into him deeper, my grip tightening its hold on him, willing his release.

“Graham, I’m going to…holy fuck,I’m going to fucking come…” I moan against his mouth, throwing myself willingly over the edge, spent and battered and slumped against this gorgeous man. My release sets forth a chain reaction, feeling Graham tighten around me, his body convulsing.

“Oh God…Baby.” I furiously jerk him off, the anticipation of his release making me ache. “Don’t stop…I’m right there…I’m…” he says as he finishes, falling against me, his legs unable to support the weight of his orgasm.

I reluctantly slide out of him, both of us left ragged and gasping for air.Our poor conference table.

Turning to face me, Graham wraps his arms around my neck, planting a lingering kiss on my lips. “Still feel justfine?” he whispers with a smirk. We are both still in some variation of undress, our skin still covered in remnants of, well, one another.

“Shut up,” I laugh.

Tightening his hold on me, he places kisses on my cheeks, along the lines of my jaw, my neck, and on my forehead. “I’m going to say it again…in case you had any doubt the first time I said it.” He’s holding my face between his hands, his eyes filled with passion and sincerity and all the beauty in the world. “Have I told you lately how impressed I am by you?” His question falls differently on my ears after how we just abused the conference table.

“If that’s how you’re going to tell me…you can dothatmore often.” I kiss him once more.

I know there are important things to discuss about Lana and the book and probably even about my unprofessionalism toward Hannah, but right now, I just want to cling to this moment for as long as I can. The real world can wait.

“So, how bad is it?” Clearly, the real world couldn’t waitthatmuch longer.

Graham and I dress quietly, our movements slow and slurred thanks to the intensity of what we just did in our conference room.Another first.My cheeks will forever burn in the best possible way any time I am forced to sit through another meeting in here.

“There wasnothingbad about that,” Graham says, shrugging on his suit jacket and straightening his tie. “That was…something.”

“You absolutely know that’s not what I meant.” I roll my eyes at him, but smile knowing Graham enjoyed himself as much as I did.

“I know, I know.” He pulls out the chair I’m fairly certain he was just bent over, taking a seat and getting more comfortable. When receiving bad news, I prefer to stand. “Could that have gone better? Of course.”Ugh.“But I don’t really think this is going to have the repercussions you think it will. I’ve worked with Hannah for years, which is why I’m both incredibly confused and majorly annoyed at her manner of questioning.”

“I feel like I completely ruined any and all early buzz we had with Lana’s book.” I look down, not wanting to see his expression. “I crossed a professional line.”

He reaches over and grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him.

“Hey…come here,” his tone soft. “I meant what I said, babe. You thoroughly impressed me by how you defended your author. I’m a firm believer that right is right. Not that you need to hear that, and I hope you don’t doubt it, but honestly, the way you conducted yourself wasfarbetter than I would have.”

I remember Graham’s expression darkening when Hannah asked that question.She wouldn’t have stood a chance with him.He stands, letting go of my hand but wrapping me in his arms. “I told you a while back that nothing is more important than our people. Not sales. Not so-called ‘buzz.’ And certainly not a silly interview.” He kisses my temple, squeezing me tighter. I inhale his delicious scent, trying to force the words he’s saying to make me feel better about the whole situation.

“For what it’s worth, I do feel like the whole drama of today, and the events leading up to it, brought Lana and me closer.” Maybe she’ll finally be less guarded with me.I hope so.

“See? There you go.” I feel Graham smile against me. “Listen to me, no one is going to fault you for coming to the defense of an author. Not me, not my father…” I tense when he mentions Mitch. I’ve been so focused on how Graham would react to this; I hadn’t really thought about his father.

“I should probably make it a point to talk to him, huh?”Please don’t make me.

“That can wait until tomorrow.” He takes my hand, leading me toward the conference room door. “Come on, let’s grab something to eat and get cleaned up.” Turning and giving me that mischievous grin of his, he says, “Well…let’s getdirtyagain first,” which sends every molecule of my being into overdrive as we walk hand-in-hand into what will undoubtedly be a very eventful evening.

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I’m awkwardly lingering outside of Mitch’s office.Creep.

I rushed this morning to make sure I made it into our building early, hoping to catch him before his day got too hectic. Not taking into consideration just how close Graham’s place is to APH, here I am, waiting outside of Mitch’s dark office, lingering like said creep.

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