Page 54 of A Chance at Forever

“And what is that?” she asked, looking up at me from under her lashes.

Holding on to her braid, I stepped into her space. “You. I want you.”

Her eyes dilated.

I hadn’t meant to interfere with her morning baking, but she’d slid into uncertainty at some point last night, and I needed to bring her back with me.

My mouth hovered over hers. “What do you want?”

“I want you, Mark.”

I lowered my mouth to hers, claiming, devouring, and imprinting myself on her soul. I wanted her to feel me as she baked, my hands on her hips, in her hair, and my mouth on her lips. She’d always been mine.

“How do you feel about sex on this counter?”

She pulled back abruptly. “Not in the kitchen. It’s a health violation.”

When I smiled at her challenge, she continued. “I have twenty minutes.”

Lifting her in my arms, I said, “I can work with that.”

On the short walk to her office, I considered the possibilities, her on all fours on the couch or bent over her desk. Both had my cock standing at attention within seconds. I set her down in front of her desk, still undecided. I toed off my shoes and peeled off my socks, tossing them aside.

She grabbed at my shirt, impatiently lifting it over my head, then pushing down my shorts.

“I’m sweaty,” I warned, remembering I’d just finished a hard run. The sweat had cooled, but I could use a shower.

“Even better,” she murmured as she slipped to the floor on her knees.

This wasn’t on my list of possible scenarios this morning. She’d given me numerous blow jobs, but never on her knees in her office. The sight was doing crazy things to my cock and my head. She was seriously hot.

She gripped my cock as she looked up at me from under her lashes.

“I might need more than twenty.” My voice was guttural.

“Hmm,” she hummed as she swallowed my cock.

“Fuuuuck,” I said, drawing out the word. This—being here with her—was heaven. I never thought I’d get the chance to be with her again, and I wasn’t going to screw anything up.

She alternated between sucking my cock and pulling off to swirl her tongue around the tip. She kept a tight grip on the root.

“I need—” I lost the ability to form sentences and hauled her to her feet, pulling off her shirt and shoving down her leggings. She helped me, and then I spun her around and pushed her hands onto the desk.

“I hope you don’t mind that we’re defiling your office.”

She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile. “Defile away.”

I pushed her legs farther apart, dipping my fingers into her pussy. “You’re soaked. You love sucking my cock?”

“I love it,” she said, her voice breaking.

I kept a steady pace, simulating fucking her with my fingers.

She was right there, ready to go over.

I lined my cock up with her entrance, feeling like I was ready to blow.

I blew out a breath. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

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