Page 57 of Fake Date with the Mountain Man

Who knew sitting on my desk completely naked would be such a turn-on? I start to wonder why I don’t do this all the time, but I already know: I would be fired and probably reported as a sex offender of some sort. More importantly though, it wouldn’t be the same without Ryan’s heated gaze on me.

Our next kisses are deep and slow. They’re honey dripping from a jar. I’m suddenly aware of every single nerve ending in my lips. The only thing that could possibly pull my attention away is the feeling of Ryan’s hands running down my sides, across my legs to my knees, and then over the soft, sensitive skin of my inner things. His fingers find my aching center and press, stretch, curl inside of me. I gasp against his mouth when his fingertips brush against the right spot. Ryan pauses for a second, pulling back slightly from my mouth. I expect a torrent of his dirty, filthy, growly words that are likely to push me over the edge. Instead, he pours all of his intense focus onto my face, watching me react to this touch.

When I’m so, so close, Ryan withdraws his fingers and reaches across the desk for a condom that he must have taken out of his wallet when he was undressing.

“I need to feel you when you come.”

His eyes lock on mine again as he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside of me. It’s slow, slow, slow with one final deep thrust that reverberates through my entire body. I feel it everywhere. Nerves twist and unknot, electrifying me from within.

Ryan does this again

Again

Again

It’s slow, but not trepidatious. It’s the unspoken acknowledgment that neither of us wants to rush. That both of us need to feel every single little movement the other makes. It’s a quiet moment to be savored because there are no words that would make this moment any better. It’s a sweet, silent confession with the undercurrent of need tugging at us from below.

I’m lost in the feeling of Ryan’s kisses, his skin against mine, his arms pulling me closer. He’s the only thing tethering me to the earth at this moment.

Pulling him in for another kiss changes the angle of him inside me, making me clench and moan against him. Ryan oh so carefully recreates the motion, pulling us apart just enough to savor my reaction. I bask in the warm affection that’s written all over his face. Before long, I’m tumbling over the cliff and taking Ryan with me. I try to keep my eyes open through it all, and I’m thankful that I don’t miss it when Ryan finally speaks, my name quietly humming from his lips as he pulses inside of me.

The sound buzzes in my brain as our breaths steady. Our bodies steady too, with Ryan still inside me as he plants a series of kisses across my lips.

The afterglow feels different than last time. Maybe because we’re at work in my office, or maybe because thisisdifferent than last time. Last time was a long-awaited release of the tension that had been building between us. It felt like the end of something, but this feels like the beginning of something else.

It feels a lot like love.

After we get dressed, Ryan pretty much announces that he’ll be staying the night at my place. He’s already packed an overnight bag, which is waiting in his truck.

I can’t decide if this is a sign of sweet determination or a sign that his ego is at an all-time high after all. Either way, I don’t argue.

Okay, I argue a little.

But I don’t mean it.

We don’t have sex again that night. Nothing could top our office sex anyway.

Flashes of it play in my mind as we lie in bed. I never thought I’d be the type to have sex at work. In fact, having sex on the couch instead of in the bed was about as wild as I ever got with previous boyfriends.

Then I wonder about all the places Ryan has had sex. It’s not that I’m jealous. After tonight, I finally understand that Ryan and I have something different, something deeper than he has ever had with all the other women. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not curious…

“Have you ever had sex at work before?” I blurt out as we’re curled up in bed together.

“No, those are two things I usually prefer not to mix.”

“So, I’m the exception to this rule?”

He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and smiles. “I think you already know that you are.”

“It was different than I imagined,” I say after a minute.

“What was?”

“Office sex. In the movies, the woman is always bent over the desk and there’s lots of sexy stockings and spanking.”

“What kind of movies are you watching?” he laughs.

I turn bright red because, yes – I am talking about porn. Thankfully, the room is dark enough that Ryan can’t see me blush.

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