“Do you want me, Ellie?”
She nodded, opening her legs wider.
“Say it. Say you want me.”
“Oh God, James,” she managed. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
He moved in close, shoving her further back on her desk, papers and pens and anything else in the vicinity clattering to the floor. He pressed the crown of his cock against her opening and she gasped, her eyes locked on his. Inching forward, James cupped Ellie’s cheek, the heat in his gaze holding her captive.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he filled her. A whimper slipped past her lips and James stilled. “You good?” he rasped, his thumb running along her cheekbone.
Ellie nodded. “I’m fantastic.”
True to his word, he moved slowly while she adjusted to being so full and then, as his passion took over, he picked up the pace. His thrusts grew hard and insistent and her orgasm swelled inside her, waves of pleasure like nothing she’d experienced before.
“James! I’m gonna come…” She trailed off and moaned, letting her head slide back.
“Not yet, Ellie. Wait.” He pushed himself all the way inside her and she cried out.
“I can’t…”
He thrust deep.
Again.
And again.
“James…I need…I can’t…”
Finally, he growled. “Come for me, Ellie. Come just for me.”
His voice sent ripples of pleasure through her, and her body obeyed his command, clenching tight against his dick as he undulated his hips. She cried out his name—both a prayer and a reason to pray—and he climaxed, her name a whisper on his lips.
Chapter Seventeen
James
“Holy shit, Ellie. That was amazing.” James leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses down her throat, over her chest, and not stopping until he reached her magnificent breasts. He gathered his pants and boxer briefs from the floor and pulled them on.
Ellie gathered her composure as she half-slid off the desk. “Aw…” She ran her hand along her forehead, wiping at the beads of sweat gathered at her temples. “That’s a thing of beauty. It’s a shame to cover it up.”
“Are you referring to my manhood?”
“Why yes, I am.” Ellie looked around for her shirt. “And did you really just refer to your penis as your manhood?”
“I have a right to call my penis whatever the hell I want to.” James pulled her close before she could grab her clothes. “And for the record, my beautiful manhood…” James trailed off and lifted an eyebrow, daring her to judge him for using the word. “…pales in comparison to you, Ellie Charles.”
She blushed and ducked her chin to hide a smile, a movement James found completely endearing. Finally, she retrieved her clothes from the floor and sighed at the mess of papers around her desk. Tightness settled into her eyes as her brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” James pulled his shirt over his head and worry set into his stomach. “Please tell me you’re not about to get all weird now.”
“No,” she said with a laugh. “It’s not that.”
Everything about her posture indicated something was bothering her. “What is it then?”
“Okay, it’s a little that. But that’s just a me thing that I’ll get over soon enough.”
James raked his hand through his hair and took a step back. Sure, he could admit he found her more attractive with each passing day. And sure, he could admit he enjoyed spending time with her because she wasn’t afraid to challenge him. But, damn it. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Fuck.
Ellie held up her hands. “No need to freak out. It’s written all over your face. I get that this relationship isn't really a relationship and it isn’t going anywhere.” She gathered a handful of papers off the ground and started to organize them. “Look, I can’t help it if that was the best sex of my life. But I know me, and I know I’m gonna want more. And I’m sorry that makes me worry, but given that this relationship has an expiration date, I just got a little anxious about the real possibility you might ruin me for other men and I’ll end up having to forsake sex altogether because no one can live up to you.”
James puffed up his chest. “Well, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.” Though he continued searching her face for any signs she was lying. “Although, I suppose—in this situation—we can both agree that it sucks to be you.”
Ellie caught the joke and laughed, and James was struck by just how beautiful she was. Not just her body, though he was a big fan of that, but the way she thought, the way she saw the world. How infectious her happiness was to those around her. She ogled his crotch and grinned wickedly. “It won’t suck until December, my friend. Until then, I think I won the sex lotto.”
The same strange look tightened her eyes again and James decided to ignore it. He held out his elbow. “Shall we?” he asked, indicating the door.
Ellie shook her head. “You go ahead. I’ve got this mess to deal with,” she said and waved her hand over the desk. “Plus, there’s still the kitchen to clean up. And, I’ve got to solve for missing a cook tomorrow.” She crossed her arms over her voluptuous chest and perched on the edge of the desk. Her shoulders rounded forward and she stifled a yawn. “I’ll walk you to the door though.”
“No way. Not gonna happen.” She paused with her hand on his arm and he recognized the admiring squeeze she gave his bicep. He flexed the muscle, unable to skip the chance to show off. “You left the kitchen a mess because I had my hard head set on leaving at two. You closed early because I wanted to be at Shrimp Fest as long as possible. And hell, that cook went bonkers and walked out because of me,
