“God, that’s beautiful,” he said, and he pulled back. I pushed back with my ass, chasing his departure until he returned. And he returned hard. He pushed in fast and furiously, so hard that the desk under me rocked with the force of it. “Too much?” he asked so quietly that I could barely hear him.
“If you ever do anything I don’t like, I’ll tell you.” My voice was raw with passion, and I knew I sounded like I’d just been screaming for hours.
“Please do,” he replied.
He set a rhythm that was both brutally punishing and wickedly tender, and I felt myself coming apart under him. “I’m going to—”
“Good,” he replied. He didn’t slacken his pace. If anything, it grew faster, more relentless, more punishing, more perfect.
And when I felt the warm pulse of him coming, coupled with the guttural noise he made, I let go too. I came with a force I didn’t know existed. I came hard, harder than ever before, and he collapsed on my back, his breaths harsh and full of wonder. He rained tiny kisses over my shoulder, through my dress, and then he laid the side of his face on my shoulder, and he just breathed.
“You okay?” he finally asked.
“Yeah.” My voice was squeaky and new. “I’m fine.” But I wasn’t fine. I wasn’t sure I would ever be fine again, mainly because he’d cracked my world open.
“I might like you more than a little,” he said quietly as he pulled out of me. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “It’s okay with me.” Because I was pretty sure that I was more than a little bit in like with him too. “One day, we should try this in a bed,” I said flippantly.
He laughed and went to the bathroom, coming back with some tissues. He very casually wiped me off, helped me stand up, and pulled my panties back up my thighs and back to where they should have been.
He kissed me, and then he went back to his office.
My phone rang and I answered it, not even sure I could form a coherent sentence. “Hello.”
“Hey, Shelly, it’s Aubrey.”
“Hey Aubrey.” I said nothing more. My mind wasn’t working. At all.
“Are you all right?” Worry made her voice urgent.
“I just had the most amazing sex on my desk, actually, and I can’t think.”
“Oh,” she said. Then she stopped and said nothing for a long moment. “Tell me he already pulled out.”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied. “We’re done.”
She laughed. “Thank God for small favors.”
“Did you need something?” I asked. Suddenly, I wondered if Lynn had contacted her. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, everything is fine. I was just sitting here and Mal is getting on my nerves, so I thought you might want to meet me for dinner. Or drinks. Or something.”
I had never understood how she could stand Mal for more than five minutes, so the fact that he was getting on her nerves didn’t surprise me. “I’d love to. Where? When?”
She rattled off a place and a time and I agreed to meet her.
“Hey,” I suddenly blurted. “Do you know how to make a friendship bracelet?”
“I made them when I was younger. At camp. Why?”
“If I get a kit, would you teach me?” I held my breath. I felt like I was showing her all of my cards.
She paused. Then she snickered. “Oh, Shelly. You’re so funny.”
I waited. “Why am I funny?”
“Shelly in love is fucking hilarious.” She let out a loud laugh, loud enough to be obnoxious. Then she sobered. “I’ll help you with your bracelet. Get the kit and meet me. We’ll make it over dinner.”