Page 61 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
My hands fisted in his shirt as he deepened the kiss, backing me against the counter. Coffee mugs clattered forgotten on the surface behind me. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it free from its careful bun until dark waves spilled over my shoulders.
"God, Sadie," he breathed against my neck, and I shivered at the raw need in his voice.
I should've reminded us both that this was supposed to be a professional agreement, but when he looked at me with those storm-gray eyes, when he touched me with hands that trembled slightly, I was completely lost.
He reached past me to lock the office door, then moved to close the blinds. The room dimmed to intimate shadows, and when he turned back to me, the careful control he always wore had cracked entirely.
He lifted me onto his desk, papers scattering to the floor.
I hooked my heels behind his hips, drawing him in as he stepped between my legs. His hands gripped my thighs, sliding up until his thumbs skimmed beneath the hem of my skirt. Mybreath caught. He paused there, just enough pressure to make me ache.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said roughly, mouth brushing mine.
“I had to think.”
“And now?”
I reached for his belt, fingers slipping the leather free. “Now I don’t want to think at all.”
The sound he made wasn’t a groan—it was a growl. Low, fierce. His mouth crashed into mine again, and this time there was no restraint, no hesitation. Just teeth and tongue and hunger. He grabbed the edge of my blouse and yanked it open, buttons popping loose as the fabric parted. His hands found my bra and shoved it down, baring me completely.
“Jesus, Sadie,” he muttered, head lowering. “You drive me insane.”
He didn’t wait. His mouth closed around my nipple, tongue dragging slow, wet circles that made my spine arch. I gasped and clutched at his shoulders, and he bit down gently before switching to the other, sucking hard enough to bruise.
My skirt was pushed up around my waist, his palms spreading my thighs wider. I felt the heat of his breath where I wanted him most, but he didn’t go there yet. His gaze lifted to mine, and when he spoke again, his voice was harsh with restraint.
“You came in here to make coffee. But I think you knew exactly what would happen.”
I nodded, breathless.
“You wanted this,” he said, voice husky as his fingers brushed over my panties, testing how wet I already was. “You’ve been driving me crazy all week, Sadie.”
I let out a shaky breath, unable to deny it. His touch was light at first—teasing. Then he pushed the damp fabric aside and slid two fingers along me, like he already knew what I needed.
“Oh,” I gasped, hips tilting into his hand.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s it. Just like that.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then lower. “God, you’re soft. You feel… perfect.”
My knees went weak when he circled my clit with the pad of his thumb, with just enough pressure to make my whole body clench.
He brought his fingers to his lips and groaned. “You taste so good.”
“Please,” I whispered. I didn’t even know what I was asking for—just more. More of him.
He sank to his knees in front of me without a word, his hands warm on the backs of my thighs as he guided them farther apart. My panties slipped down my legs and hit the floor. He glanced up once, checking my face, then leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh.
I held my breath.
The first brush of his tongue was soft. Testing. Then he did it again, slower this time, a little firmer. My hands gripped the edge of the desk behind me as heat coiled low in my stomach.
He found a rhythm fast—steady, unhurried, his mouth working me with quiet focus, like he didn’t need to rush or speak or be anything other than exactly where he was. When I whimpered, his hands slid up to hold my hips steady. One thumb swept over my hipbone, grounding me.
My head tipped back. “Oh, my God.”
He kept going, tongue circling, then sucking, then flattening again. Every pass dragged me closer. My thighs trembled and his grip tightened.
My thighs trembled and his grip tightened, holding me through it. I came with a sharp gasp, my body curling forward, hands gripping his shoulders as the pleasure tore through me. He stayed with me, mouth gentler now, kissing me through the aftershocks until I was too sensitive to bear it.
