He pulls me on top of him and rests my forehead against his so we’re staring into one another’s eyes. I can see the intense shift between us, everything changing, and I like it. I don’t know if Brock came into my life at exactly the right moment, just when I was ready to open up to someone properly again, or if it’s just him. He’s special, and he makes me want to give myself over to him.
Either way, it feels fantastic. I want to cling to this sensation and never let it go.
“I’m not done with you yet anyway,” he growls, gripping onto my butt tightly. “I want to spend the rest of the night making you come like that, because that was fantastic.”
I shiver and press my lips to him, the excitement brewing inside of me all over again. He’s hardening, almost ready for round two. It’s like we are some horny dog teenagers that can’t get enough of one another. I love it. I angle him and slide down onto him again, enjoying the way he fills me up.
This man . . . I’m going to lose my head over him, and I really don’t mind.
He’s my obsession.
9
Brock
“You look nice today.” I run my hand teasingly up her thigh, enjoying her shudder. “I like that dress on you.”
“Oh, thank you.” She lifts it slightly, showing me the bottom of her delicious lacy red panties. “I thought you might. When I was standing in front of my mirror, I wondered what you would like to see me in.”
Even though I think she’s joking, I like to imagine her planning out her dresses for me. Taking certain ones off, peeling them off her gorgeous soft skin, and sliding new ones on until she picked the right one.
“Well, you chose correctly.” I cup her face in my hands and bend down to kiss her. “I love it.”
“Mmm, you taste delicious.” She rakes her tongue along her bottom lip. “You drive me wild.”
“Still? After three months of this, I still make you wild?” I grip her butt and drag her toward me. “Good, because after all this time you still have my heart racing faster every time I look at you. You’re beautiful.”
“Three months? It’s only been three months. God, it feels like so much longer than that.”
“It does, doesn’t it? Yet at the same time, it’s flown by. God, it was over a week since Josh apologized.”
I can’t help glowering at that. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Obviously if I knew he said something to you—”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s all in the past now. It seems like everyone has accepted us. Including your mom.”
“My mom was the first one. She asks about you before me now. She loves you.”
She rakes one of her hands through my hair and smiles. “Someone has to I suppose!”
I kick the door behind me, slamming it closed while wiggling my eyebrows at her suggestively. She bites down and glances behind her, trying to see if we have the time. To be honest, we’re so sickening that most people try to avoid us as much as they can now, calling my office rather than coming to see me if they can help it, but it’s still a risk. A risk that I do and don’t like in equal measures.
I slide my hand up her thigh once more, creating a massive tremble that runs through her body. She might put up a barrier, but I’ll have it crumbling down in no time. She seems to struggle to resist me as much as I do her. We’re completely obsessed with one another. The rest of the world is almost nothing anymore.
“Oh God, you’re so bad.” She gives in and hooks her hands around my neck. “What will I do with you?”
I slide my hand into her panties, groaning loudly as her wet heat circles me. I push two fingers into her, gripping onto her hip as she rolls greedily into my hand, needing more. I thrust inside of her harder and harder, flicking my thumb over her clit as she wraps herself around me. I fuck her with my fingers, staring intently at her contorted expression as she slams into me over and over again, her body convulsing as the bliss claims her.
“Oh, Brock.” I love the way she says my name. It shoots straight to my cock and clears my brain of any thoughts. Her walls clamp around me, and she tosses her head back, her hair dangling behind her. I grip her tighter, trying to stop her from falling to the ground as she succumbs to the pleasure.
Once she collapses into my arms panting, breathing desperately, I let a chuckle out. This is why this has to happen first thing. If it didn’t, neither of us would be able to concentrate all day long. She completely drives me over the edge.
“God, Jodi, you’re going to be the death of me. You’re just too much.”
She doesn’t even answer me. She dips her hands into my trousers, grabbing hold of my rock hard cock. I’m ready for her already. I need her to feel me. I’m twitching, about ready to explode. Her delicate, velvety fingers send my head spinning, and I lean back onto the desk, letting her have total control over me.
“You are everything . . .” she tells me, running kisses over my face, my mouth, my neck. “Everything to me.”
Something has shifted between us, and it’s growing deeper and deeper. It’s still very sensual, very sexual between us, but there’s a real depth which thrills me. This journey is incredible.