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Mike
“Ignore it,” I groan, still thrusting inside of her. “You’re not leaving this spot until you come for me.”
A sharp, guttural moan shakes her core as her thighs tighten down around my head and I dive in deeper. Licking, sucking, thrusting, eating my girl like the meal I’ve been starved for.
Good Lord, have I been starved.
“Oh God,” she sighs. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
Whoever’s at the door won’t quit knocking. Two steps sideways and they’ll have a full view of Mabel spread out on her desk, my head between her legs like a hungry heathen, but I don’t care. I don’t care if the whole fucking world sees me here.
I need this woman to come on my face more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Truthfully, I don’t know how I’ll ever stop. This is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve needed.
Her body, her mind, her heart all laid out for me to take.
I’m flattening my tongue against her swollen clit when her fingers tighten in my hair, and she lets go with the loudest, sweetest scream I’ve ever heard. I try to commit each octave to memory but there’s so much going on that my attention is diverted to a thousand tiny things all at once.
She’s convulsing against my face, her juices are spilling into my mouth, my cock is aching, and whoever is at the door won’t quit.
Fuck.
I continue to thrust my fingers inside of her slowly as her body begins to relax. “I want to be a gentleman and take my time with you, but my fucking balls are going to explode. I need you, sweetheart. I need you right now.”
She sits up slowly and glances toward the door, the salty sweet scent of her pleasure in the air. “I want you too, really bad, but it’s a blizzard out there. We should probably see who it is, right? What if they’re freezing to death?”
“Not a chance.” I shake my head and tug her closer, her bare breasts against my chest as I nibble at the base of her neck. “The diner is open, so they’ll let them in.”
“But what if it’s—”
I land her hand on my hard cock. “I need you. I’ve needed you for years. I can’t wait another second.”
She swallows hard and weaves her fingers through my beard. “You go to your office and I’ll answer the door. At least let me tell them the diner is open. Maybe they don’t know.”
This is why I love her. She’s sweet, she’s kind, she’s all the things that most people aren’t, but damn if I don’t want to ignore every word she’s saying and carry her back to my office to play with like a selfish prick. “Okay,” I sigh and kiss her forehead, “but I’ll answer the door. You go back to my office, strip off the rest of these clothes, and wait for me on my desk.”
She slides down onto the ground with a grin, her tiny body against mine as she tips up onto her toes to press a kiss against my lips. “You taste like me.”
“I hope I taste like you forever.” My hand slips behind her hips as I pull her in closer and smack her round ass playfully. “Now get back to my office. You owe me some work we need to talk about.”
A grin lifts her cheeks, and she prances to the back of the building with a pep in her step I haven’t seen before. A pep I want to see over and over again for the rest of my life.
Fuck… this is a mess. One snowstorm and years of resisting comes to a head. Who the hell knows what any of this means long term, but I can’t think about that now. Right now, I have to get rid of whoever is at the door and get back on track with making the best mistake of my life.
Unfortunately, the second I turn the corner, I know there’s not a quick fix coming.
The mustached jackass from earlier stands in the snow, his cell phone slapped up against the glass with a video he’s just taken of Mabel and I on the desk in front of the window. My head buried between her legs, her tits on display bouncing up and down.
I don’t know why anyone would invade another person’s privacy like this, but I’m going to fucking hurt him.
I unlock the door and meet him outside in the wind, my boots crunching into the drift of snow that’s blown in by the door. “You’ve got one fucking second to delete that shit before I murder you.”
“So violent,” he laughs, snow blowing across the street behind him. “Does the town know what a vicious, filthy man you are, ‘cause I have the proof.”
I take the phone from his hand and tuck it into my back pocket before grabbing the guy by the shirt and slamming him up against the brick wall outside my office. I don’t know what I’m intending to do, but I don’t want him walking around with naked pictures of my girl, and I know I want him in pain.
“Yeah, old man,” he snarks, face pressed against the icy bricks. “I have that shit uploaded to the cloud, so you can take my phone. I’ll still be jerking off to those bouncing tits later.”
Rage-like fire burns through me, and though I’m sure this is what he wants, I slam him up against the brick wall until the red I’m seeing behind my eyes is dripping out of his nose.
