His voice was deep and animalistic as he urged me to lose control. Malcolm lifted my ass off the desk, pulling me into him and that was all I needed. I bit down, hard, on his lip as my body spasmed uncontrollably. I whimpered as the pleasure coursed through my body, from my head down to my toes. A warmth spread from my center, causing my toes to curl and my hands to grab hold of anything they could. I clung tightly to Malcolm's shirt as the wave of my orgasm crashed down hard over me.
I opened my eyes and saw Malcolm watching me, a look of pure desire on his handsome face, as he thrust into one more time. I felt him pulsing deep within me, and a growl escaped his lips as he exploded in my womb.
For a moment, it was like no one else existed – it was just him and me. And as I felt his warm, sticky seed filling me up, I let myself go, crying out as another orgasm took me by surprise. Malcolm held onto me, our bodies riding out the pleasure together until every last ounce of his seed was inside of me.
I let my head drop to his chest, and I tried to remember how to breathe normally. Malcolm stroked my back as we sat there, our bodies still intertwined together. His heart beat was fast and hard, thundering against his chest. I could have listened to that sound all day, but Malcolm lifted my face up to look at him again, brushing his lips against mine.
“You have no idea how badly I'd needed that,” he said.
“I know what you mean,” I said, whispering softly against his lips.
“Have I told you lately how amazing you are?”
Both heat and color rushed to my cheeks, and I almost said something I would have come to regret. The emotions of the moment made me feel something stronger than lust or even like for the man in front of me.
“You're the one who's constantly surprising me, Malcolm,” I said.
“I can say the same about you, Cas
ey,” he said.
Malcolm gently helped me down from the desk, steadying me on my feet. He kissed my forehead one last time before stepping away and pulling up his pants.
I smoothed down my skirt, and suddenly, it all came back to me. Where we were, why I was there, and the fact that we needed to keep things low-key, and about the task at hand. At least sex could be written off as helping move things along, but my feeling for Malcolm grew more and more complicated every time we were together.
“Sorry for the distraction,” Malcolm said, putting his belt back on.
“It's okay, I'm certainly not complaining,” I laughed.
Malcolm's smile went all the way to his eyes, the dimple in his left cheek standing out more than usual.
“That's good to hear, because I certainly enjoyed myself too,” he said.
I averted my gaze, feeling like I might explode with happiness because of the way he looked at me. Every time he smiled, something inside of me melted. Butterflies in the stomach, a racing pulse – all that cliche love crap I never believed in before was suddenly very real to me.
I was walking on thin ice with Malcolm, and I knew it.
“Well, I better get going,” I said, moving toward the door.
Malcolm stopped me by grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. He held me close, my head resting on his chest. Neither one of us said anything for several long moments. I closed my eyes and melted into him, relishing the way his arms held me close. A girl could get used to that, I thought. The moment the thought crossed my mind though, I silently chastised myself and stepped back from his embrace.
“Malcolm, we shouldn't be spending so much time together,” I said.
My hands were still on his chest, and I ran my fingers down his shirt, playing with the buttons. It was a distraction to keep me from looking into his eyes though. I didn't trust myself to look at him.
“I know, technically we're only supposed to be trying for a baby, but I can't help it. I enjoy spending time with you,” he said.
“I enjoy it too,” I admitted. “I enjoy it too much. That's why it's probably not a good idea.”
He lifted my chin up and kissed the tip of my nose.
“I care about you more than I should, Casey,” he said.
A lump formed in my throat, making it hard to speak or swallow. I wanted to tell him I felt the same way, but I froze. I just stared at him and couldn't speak for the longest time.
“I'm sorry for complicating your life,” he sighed. “That was never my intention. I'll try to be more professional from now on.”
I'd remembered what Terrance had said to me, about how Malcolm didn't know what was good for him. I cared about him, more than I should have, but I knew things would end badly for both of us if I didn't have his family's support. God knew they wouldn't want their son with someone like me. Terrance was probably more than right about that.