Lost In You (Swanson Court 3)

I take a moment to admire the spectacular view from the windows. “It must have been a lovely room.”

“It was.” He smiles softly and takes the hand I offer him, leading me back downstairs to his study. It’s smaller than his office at the SCT building, but with the daunting view and large desk, it gives the same impression of power.

“What is it with men and large desks,” I ask teasingly, running a hand over the polished wood. I prop myself on the surface and notice the picture I gave him, the racier one, sitting right next to the large computer screen. “So this is what you stare at when you’re supposed to be making money?”

“I can’t help myself.” He laughs, coming to sit on his high-backed swivel chair and drawing it closer to the edge of the desk so he’s right in front of me. “I get hard whenever I look at it.”

I wet my lips as his hands glide under my dress and over my thighs, drawing slowly toward the edge of my panties. His touch is searing, starting a fire that burns into my skin, through my blood, and right to my core. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” Landon whispers.

I do as he says, leaning my elbows on the polished surface of the desk, my eyes on his. He moves his hand between my thighs, his teasing fingers finding me through my light cotton panties. I throw my head back, sighing as he strokes me gently, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb.

“You like that?” His voice is husky.

“Hmmm… yes.”

I hear him chuckle and the next moment he’s hooking a finger into the crotch of my panties and pushing them out of the way. Then his tongue is on me - light and sweet - licking, sucking, stroking, and driving me wild with pleasure.

I fall back on the desk, my hips writhing, my fingers finding his hair and pulling on the silky strands. He kicks the chair back, getting on his knees with his head still buried between my thighs. He licks my clit with sweet, gentle strokes, the tip of his tongue nudging the tiny bud before moving lower, over my folds, to my already pulsing entrance. He plunges his tongue deep inside me, and all my muscles turn to hot, molten desire.

Soon, my hips are bucking, rolling, and my whole body twisting with almost unbearable pleasure. I can feel his tongue, his fingers, the beginning of an orgasm building at my core, with heat spreading until all my lower body is a pulsing center of intense pleasure.

I draw up my legs when I come, my whole body rearing off the desk as if I’m having a seizure. Landon grips my thighs, his tongue continuing to torture me with pleasure until I beg him to stop. He raises his head, smiling at my heavy lidded and languid expression before he rises to his feet and moves the chair back toward the desk. He shifts to the very edge, pulling me off the desk to straddle his thighs.

I’m still feeling dazed from my orgasm, and I have to place my hands on his shoulders for balance. I wait while he undoes his pants, just enough so he can free the stiff column of his cock, then he lifts me by my hips, one hand holding my panties aside while he gently guides me down, until his whole length is sheathed inside me.

The pleasurable feeling of fullness brings me to life. A low sound escapes me, almost like a purr. The tips of my toes are touching the carpeted floor, only barely, but enough for me to put my weight on them while I lift my body, then push back down, riding him as hard as I want, as hard as I need.

There’s something incredibly erotic about the fact that we’re both fully dressed. His hands mold my thighs and buttocks under my dress, kneading my flesh almost feverishly. His teeth find a nipple through the material of my dress and bra, and the feeling makes me want to tear off my clothes to give him more access, yet I can’t stop riding him for long enough to do that, the pleasure is too much, too intense.

Arching my back, I take him deeper, so I can feel his balls, warm against my sensitive skin. I ride him faster, almost frantically, practically senseless against everything but how good he feels, how much I want him…

My eyes are closed, but I hear his loud groan as he rises from the chair, taking me with him. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms tight around his shoulders as he keeps me up with his strong arms, ramming forcefully into me, his breaths coming in low grunts. He lowers me to the desk, and I feel the polished wood against my buttocks, and Landon, thrusting, hard, deep, relentlessly. I let go of his shoulders, my body falling back on the desk, my arms tightening around my breasts as another orgasm builds and rips right through me.

I think I black out for a moment. When I come to my senses, Landon’s body is curved over mine, shuddering with the force of his own climax.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to get any work done on this desk ever again,” he tells me, a dazed expression on his face.

I know the look is mirrored on mine. Sex has never felt this good with anyone before. It has never felt this complete, this pleasurable, or this fulfilling, and I know it never will, not with anyone but him.

“I’M so glad you’re still going to be in the building,” Chelsea says as we head out of my final meeting with the features team.

“Me too,” I’m feeling a little emotional. I handed in my notice first thing in the morning, and during the meeting with the other writers, Mark announced to everyone that I was leaving Gilt Travel. I’m still reeling from all the hugs and love I’d received afterward.

Reading my mood, Chelsea leaves me at the door to my office and I’m grateful for the solitude. There’s always something poignant about making a change in one’s life, I decide. Even though the change was something I wanted, I still felt a little raw inside.

Of course, the biggest change was something I hadn’t even allowed myself to think about. Moving in with Landon.

I want to. God knows I want to, with all my heart.

And he loves me. I don’t doubt that he does.

So why am I hesitating?

My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. Glancing down at the screen, I smile when I see Laurie’s name.

“Yeah?” I answer pointedly. “New phone, who dis?”

Laurie starts to laugh. “Shut up.”