Page 130 of Sweet Hate
“I like you being in my space, Sprinks. I like it a real lot.”
“I thought I’d bring over a fresh batch of cakes before I go meet the girls for dinner since you said the crew enjoyed them. I didn’t expect you to bulldoze right through the rules again, though. What are we going to do in six weeks’ time when everyone’s asking us why we broke up?”
My brain short circuits trying to process everything she’s just thrown at me.
Dinner. Out. Looking like this. Where every asshole in town is going to try his luck without me there.
Six weeks.
Break up.
Hearing her say it shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s not like I’ve forgotten. The looming deadline is a constant noose around my neck.
Still, the reminder guts me. I thought she might be coming around to the idea of dropping the bullshit rules. Clearly not.
I stand up, yanking my belt from my pants and shoving them down in quick jerky movements. I’m desperate to prove to this woman that we are anything but temporary. Her eyes widen in shock.
“Axel what are you doing? You’re at work. Anyone could walk in.”
“Fucking let them, Sprinks. While you’re out tonight, I want you to feel my cum dripping down your thighs. I want you to remember who you belong to.”
She shivers, her eyes heating at my words. I stand in front of her, fisting my hard cock, already leaking, desperate to be inside her.
“Take off your panties, Sprinks.” She nervously bites her lip as she lifts her hips off the desk slightly to pull them down. I’ve lost my damn mind at this point. I know that for sure.
No one will walk in here knowing she’s in here with me, but this is still a huge risk. One I would never ordinarily take. I have never felt tempted to do something like this. Haven’s the only girl I’ve ever fantasized about having here, and I kept those thoughts buried deep.
Lining myself up with her wet entrance, I groan as I push the head of my cock inside her. She’s so damn tight, I feel like I’m about to detonate just from feeling her grip my cock again. I’ll never take this feeling for granted.
As I bottom out, she lets out a low moan before slamming her hand over her mouth.
“I don’t care if they hear my girl coming apart on my cock. Let them hear you scream my name while you gush all over my desk.”
Tightening around me, her breath hitches before she moans my name. My girl definitely has an exhibitionist streak, and I want to be the one to explore it with her.
I thrust into her harder, gripping her bare thighs so tight she’ll likely be wearing my handprints tonight. I should probably feel a little bad about that but having her here and seeing her thrash around on my desk, I can’t bring myself to feel anything but pride that she’s mine. She’ll wear my mark, so others stay the hell away.
“I want your sexy thighs to ache with the reminder of being wrapped around me. I want any asshole who comes within five feet of you to smell my cum on you and know you’re taken.”
I drive my cock into her hard. “That. You. Are. Mine.” I pound into her with every word to get my point across.
I lean over her, bracing myself on one arm so I can pinch and roll her nipple. She curls her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hungry kiss, her need clear with the way her pussy pulses and grips my cock tighter. Breaths growing choppy and erratic as she gets closer to letting go, she releases a low, husky moan.
I never thought I’d get the chance to see Haven again, andnow that I get to live out my most suppressed fantasy, I can’t hold back. A shiver races up my spine as I thrust deeper, her body arching beneath mine. She looks so damn sexy, her hair spilling across my desk, the image burning into my soul. My balls tighten, and I cover her mouth with mine to muffle her rising moans. Our tongues tangle and she shatters around me, clenching me so tight I can barely move. Thats all it takes to push me over the edge and I’m gone, spilling into her violently.
The radio crackles above me while I’m still pumping jet after jet into my girl, alerting us to an incident.
“Fuck!” I growl. Pulling gently out of her, I shove my still-leaking dick into my boxers. He’s really pissed at me right now.
“I’m so sorry, Sprinks. I have to go.” She’s jumped off the desk with her hair wild, glasses askew, panties already back on as she’s tugging down her dress.
We run out to the engine room, where I haul ass to put my gear on and give her a chaste kiss goodbye before climbing onto the engine and waiting for my crew to do the same.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her as she stands there, looking shellshocked and freshly fucked. Satisfaction seeps into my bones that I put that pink flush in her cheeks. Pretty sure it was worth it, even though I’m sitting in my turnout gear swimming in my own cum right now.
As Max pulls out of the firehouse, she waves us off, and I grin back at her and tap my chest. When her smiling aqua eyes meet mine and she blows me a kiss, I’m on top of the world.
“Lieutenant…or should I call you Tarzan? Jane seems nice,” he teases, expertly maneuvering the truck without skipping a beat.
