Page 81 of Fish out of Water
“Too far, Jules.” I leaned down to catch a nipple with my mouth, hoping it would bring her focus back where it needed to be.
Here. With me.
Her hands went to my hair almost immediately, fingers digging in and pulling tight.
I’d been thinking about cutting it. Lopping off the extra length.
Not anymore. Hell, I might even grow it longer if she was going to keep pulling on it like that.
I kissed my way up her neck as I settled between her thighs, using my knee to press them wide enough I could notch against her.
“You ready, Jules?” I needed to know she wanted this.
That she wanted me.
Her eyes met mine, a slow smile working across her lips. “I was ready two nights ago, Nerd.” She grabbed me, pulling me down.
Pulling me under.
But I was happy to drown as long as it was with her.
I gritted my teeth as my body eased into hers.
Fisted my hands as she moaned.
Tried to pull up any image that might help me through this.
But all I had was her.
On the counter.
In the mailroom.
In the closet.
Closets.
That damn dress.
She was all I could think of, and it made any hope of longevity an impossible dream.
I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb and working it for all I was worth. It was the only thing that could save me now.
Nothing could distract me from the woman beneath me.
The feel of her body.
The way she moved.
Even the way she fucking breathed turned me on.
Almost on cue another sharp gasp pulled between her lips, drawing my balls up tight.
I rocked into her, fighting the release threatening to make me look like a fool. “Jules, no pressure, but we’re on a schedule here.”
Her eyes flipped open. “How is that no pressure?”
I sucked in a breath and let it out as slow as I could before dragging my dick free of her body.
