Page 32 of Keeping the Single Dad
Her slick fingers tightened around my shaft as she worked me again, picking up her speed. “No. I want this.”
Heat flooded my body. We couldn’t do this at work. I had to put a stop to this.
?She stepped forward and clasped her body tight to mine. “I feel like shit. I want you to make me feel good.”
“Then let’s get that coffee. I’m sure whatever is going on, we can work out.”
“No. That’s not how you help me.”
My backside hit the edge of the massage table. Her soft lips crashed down on?mine, stealing my words. Her kiss was hot and irresistible, soldering us together like molten metal. An aching need clutched me. I should have pushed her away but my tongue glided against hers, deepening the kiss.
Her lips seared a path over my neck, and she spoke between urgent kisses. “I don’t want soft or gentle. I need it like I’m some stranger you met in a hotel bar and you’ll never see again.”?
Anticipation crackled like electricity through me. “Not here. We’re at work for God’s sake.”
“The door is locked. We’ll be quiet.”
“We can’t be quiet. What if the physio comes back?”
She peered around the small room, and her gaze landed on a stereo in the corner. She moved to fiddle with the dial. Soft, soothing music poured out into the dimly lit room. It was hardly music to fuck too. This was absurd. We couldn’t do this. I had to walk away.
“Lana, I’m sorry, but this is…”
She pulled off her pale blue jersey, unzipped her sports bra, and freed her firm, full breasts. My heart jolted. She watched me intently, and satisfaction pursed her mouth. We both knew the battle was lost. Taking my hand, she guided me to where my fingers burned to touch. She gasped as I fondled her breasts, bringing the pink tips to crested peaks, before sucking each tight bud into my mouth.
She pulled my T-shirt off over my head, and her breasts crushed against my chest, skin on skin. Her lips seared my neck in a flurry of shivery kisses. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I need you. Are you going to take what you want?”
Desire spiraled through me. I spun her around and pressed her down flat on the table. I ripped her leggings down, followed by her underwear. She wriggled her peachy backside in anticipation. I smoothed my palm over the perfect milky skin of her ass and traced the hollows of her strong, supple back. My lips found a path over the bumps of her spine.
I’d never done anything as risky as have sex at work, but this woman brought out my feral side. She spread her legs. A thrill of arousal shot through me. She reached behind, grabbing the base of my shaft and pulling me to her. The tip of my cock touched her wet heat, and I groaned.
I stroked the soft skin at the base of her spine in slow circles. “We need a condom.”??
She squirmed her backside against me. “I’m on the pill.”??
“You’re sure you want this? We could just go and talk—”
“No more talking.” She threw a glance over her shoulder, and her expectant eyes locked with mine.
A rush of desire made my heart pound. I took hold of my cock and pushed into her tight velvet heat. I was so slick from the massage oil, that I filled her in one fevered thrust. She gasped and bucked against me. Holding her hips, I drove into her. She pressed her face flat against the table and ground against me. I didn’t take my time to be slow or tender. That’s not what she wanted. She’d come to me for this.
She bucked against me as I drove into her from behind.
“Do you like that?”
Her lips parted and her eyes rolled back. “Mm hmm.”
I thrust into her soft slick heat. Her moans carried over the soft piped music. She grabbed my hand and brought it to cover her mouth. I fucked her like that, one hand digging into her hips, and the other muffling her agonized gasps. My view was incredible, but I wanted to see her face when she came. She gave a shocked yelp as I pulled out, picked her up, and laid her down on her back on the massage table. I lifted her legs high and over my shoulders. We both groaned as she welcomed me back into her tight heat. I outlined the circle of her breast, tracing my thumb across her perfect nipples while I pumped into her in quick, sharp strokes.
Her legs tensed and shook as she hit her peak. I held off, savoring the way her body clenched greedily around me in waves of pleasure. Explosive release tore through me. I fell forward, using the massage table to hold me up, so I didn’t flatten her. My breath escaped me in sharp pants. Sweat chilled my skin. Fuck. It was hard to keep up with a twenty-two-year-old athlete. Blood pounded my temples. The soothing music grew loud again. Lana wouldn’t meet my eyes. All the passionate intimacy that had just wound between us, slipped away like sand through my fingers. ?
Gently, I pulled out. I moved to the sink and got a cloth to wipe her down.
She grabbed the cloth from me, brusque and businesslike. “I’ve got it.”
A grim heaviness crept into my bones. What if somebody had walked past and heard us? Soon, we’d be the talk of the entire building. Awkwardness swept over me. She gathered the clothes strewn on the floor, and we both dressed in silence.
Her eyes roved over me and she flashed a faint, breezy smile. “Thanks. I needed that.”
