Page 62 of Until August
We couldn’t stop kissing.
My nails raked down his back while he freed my hair from the topknot. The hairpins hit the surface of the desk with apingas he slid each one out until my hair tumbled around my shoulders.
Then he spun me around to face the desk, the edge hitting my hip bones.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
I felt like I might die if I didn’t have him right now. I was already so wet for him that I’d probably orgasm as soon as his skin touched mine. “I’m positive.”
Rough hands pushed my pants down and over my hips. Peeled off my panties. Kicked my legs apart.
With the flat of his hand, he pressed down on my back, bending me over the desk with my ass in the air. His fingers trailed up my spine, pressing down as if counting each vertebra. Then he guided my hands above my head and flattened my palms on the desk, his voice low in my ear, his soft breath skating across my neck.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
I heard him unzip his pants and then a moment’s hesitation before I felt him pressed against me. Hot. Thick. Swollen. So impossibly hard that it made my clit throb.
I lifted my head, looking over my shoulder as he fisted his cock, his eyes hooded, lips parted. So fucking sexy that I almost had an orgasm from the sight alone.
My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him. Touch him.
My nails dug into the wood when he dragged his dick through my slick folds. “Fuck. You’re so wet,” he rasped, and then, without warning, he drove into me so hard and so fast that a startled gasp escaped my lips and my cheek banged against the desk.
Oh, God. This fullness. It was almost too much.Almost.
With his hands gripping my hips, he thrust so deep it almost hurt, but I met him thrust for thrust.
His arm wrapped around my stomach, his hand in my hair, yanking my head off the desk as he reached between us to where we were joined and rubbed my clit.
“Come for me,” he gritted out. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
And that was all it took. As if I could come on command, I clenched around him, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over me with so much force that my legs gave out.
With one more thrust, he came on a curse and collapsed on top of me, his warm breath on my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder.
For a few seconds, we stayed like that, spent and boneless.
“Fuck,” he said when he pulled out of me.
“What?” I stood on shaky legs and pulled my clothes back on before turning to face him.
“I didn’t use any protection.”
“It’s fine. We’re fine. I’m clean.”
“So am I, but—”
“Then we’re good,” I said firmly.
Silence descended and I couldn’t meet his eyes.
The evidence of my betrayal dripped down my thighs. Now that it was over, I didn’t know what to say or do.
“Nic,” Ari called.
August stepped back and put some distance between us just as Ari poked her head inside my door.
“Good morning,” she called cheerily. I gave her a dorky little wave. Her eyes ping-ponged between August and me as a slow smile spread across her face. “Looks likesomeone’sday is off to a good start,” she singsonged.
