She holds my gaze for a long time before nodding.

When she’s faced away from me, her legs spread wide, she glances over her shoulder as if to say, Now what?

I slide both hands around her, flatten one against her stomach, and bring the other up to her breast. “Relax. Lean back.” She reclines slightly, resting her head on my shoulder. “Like this.”

Fuck yes. Her mouth is right there, and if I slide my hand down—

Her breath leaves her in a rush as I cup her between her legs. I can feel the heat of her through her leggings, and my dick pulses in greedy anticipation. He’ll have to wait. This is about her. And I need to touch her even more than I need to find my own release.

I stroke her gently at first and then with more pressure as I experiment with what she likes. I’d rather have her bare, have her slickness on my fingers and her sensitive skin right there, but that’ll have to wait too. Her back arches and she presses her head into my shoulder.

I snake my hand up under her shirt, finding the waistband of her leggings, then slide it down and inside the cotton underwear beneath, desperate to feel her.

The moment my fingers connect with her slick heat, she moans my name, and I feel like a fucking superhero.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, and it’s even better than I imagined,” I murmur in her ear. I slide a finger inside her, and she gasps, squeezing tight around me. She’s more than ready, ready enough that I slide a second finger inside. “I could pull out my cock right now.” If she’s this wet from my texts, I know she likes the words. “I could peel these pants off and drive into you.”

She clenches around my fingers, lips parted, eyes closed as she loses herself to the pleasure. “Maybe you should,” she rasps.

The invitation is so fucking tempting. But this’ll have to do. The way she squeezes my fingers as she grinds her ass against my cock will have to do. “Someday you’re going to wear that skirt for me. Someday you’re going to find me in here and you’re going to get wet just knowing what’s coming.”

“Tell me,” she begs, arching her back and rocking into my hand.

I love that she wants to hear. Love that she needs the words. “You ever been fucked fully clothed? We’d have to be so quiet, but I’d drop my jeans, just enough to pull out my cock—and I’d be so hard for you. I’d bend you over this desk and pull your panties to the side then drive into you from behind.” Her pussy clenches hard and tight around my fingers, and I give her neck a hard suck. “You’d make these little moaning sounds just like you are right now, and I’d have to use my hand to muffle them. You’d bite my palm to keep yourself from screaming out as I use my other hand to make you come.”

She’s so close. I feel it in the way she squeezes my fingers and the way she squirms against my cock.

“I want that,” she says. “I want that now.”

I suck her earlobe between my teeth and let it pop out. “Not today.” Because as much as she might want it right now, I know she’s not ready, and when I’m finally inside her, I want her to want me with every piece of herself. “You feel so good. Just fuck my hand a little harder and let yourself go.”

She writhes in my arms, body winding even tighter. She turns her face toward me, mouth seeking mine, and I press my mouth to hers right as her orgasm rolls through her. Her kiss is messy and desperate and hungry. It’s teeth and tongue and gasps, and fuck, I want a thousand more kisses like this, moments like this. I want to make her come over and over.

I don’t know how long this arrangement will last, but I already know it’s not enough.

It’ll never be enough.

Chapter Eleven

Abbi

Fake it till you make it.

That’s my plan when Dean comes to my door, looking absolutely edible in his faded jeans and fitted T-shirt.

Today is the day of the Big Surprise. Okay, that’s not what he’s calling it, but Dean’s been dodging me all week about the specifics of our plans. The week went both too quickly and too slowly. After his little visit to my office on Tuesday, I’ve been dying to see him again and hardly been able to think of anything else. But I’ve also been nervous. If what we did in my office was his idea of taking it slow, I’m not sure what I should expect today. I’m determined to face whatever plans he made for me with confidence.

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