She parted her thighs to let me between them, a flush already staining her cheeks as she looked up at me with dancing eyes. “Maybe.”
I bent down to lick her neck, groaning slightly at the taste of her skin on my tongue. It had only been a couple of days since I’d had her, but I was half-mad from the lack. “You really love it here, don’t you?”
“It’s only my second week, but yes,” she said happily, her hands sliding up to push my wool coat off my shoulders. “It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
I pulled back a little, draping my coat and scarf over her abandoned chair, and I took her in. The blush was in full force now, but it was arousal, not shyness. She had her legs spread so I could see what I’d thought had been thick tights were actually thigh highs.
Fuck me.
Her nipples had beaded into points under her jumper, and I could see the white cotton panties she wore under her plaid skirt. She was the wet dream version of a bookworm, and she was mine.
I pressed back in to kiss her, licking at her warm mouth and tasting berry lip balm and coffee. “Is it really everything you ever dreamed of?” I asked as my hands dropped to her thighs to push her skirt up to her hips. “The drudge work? The mind-numbing admin tasks?”
She laughed again, this time against my mouth so I could feel the warm puff of her chuckle as she did. It was fucking adorable. “I love every part of it,” she murmured. “And I’ve just had the best idea—or rather, I’ve found a way to resurrect one of your mother’s best ideas. I can’t wait to pitch it to her.”
“You’ll be amazing, I’m sure,” I said, my attention on her mouth, on the cotton I’d just discovered with my thumbs. I started rubbing up and down her slit, savoring each whimper she made into my mouth. “My genius girl.”
“Owen,” she breathed. “What if someone comes back in? What about the security cameras?”
“Back into the office on a Friday night, love? I think we’re safe.” I gave her a long kiss as my hand blindly felt around her desk. “And I’ll take care of the security footage after—I know the guards. Perk of growing up with my middle name on the building. Which is fortunate because I can’t wait until we get back to my place to get inside you.”
“Oh God,” she said, panting hard. “I need it too. Yes. Okay. Here really fast, and then we’ll take our time later.”
She groaned as I found what I was looking for—scissors—and knelt. “Hold still, sweet thing. This will only take a second.”
I felt her shiver as I carefully slid the scissors between her precious skin and her knickers. With three snips, the way to her sex was free.
“Do you want to go bare again?” I asked, and then growled with pleasure at her eager nod. I tossed the scissors on the desk as I stood and pulled my cock out of my jeans. It was so thick and full already that it nearly pushed its own way free the moment I lowered my zipper, and I wasted no time giving it what it wanted. I used one arm to scoop behind Tanith’s hips and then my other hand to guide myself home. With one rough thrust, I was there, fucking this sexy nerd’s cunt as hard as I needed.
Her head fell back as I rutted, papers and fine-point markers dropping to the floor as the desk shook. I pressed a thumb to her clit and rubbed the big, fast circles she liked, keeping my strokes the way she liked, too, deep and hard. She came so quickly that I didn’t bother to keep the smug expression from my face, but it soon melted away as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so she could suck on my neck. So she could bite and mark me, spur me into toiling harder and faster between her thighs.
The climax came with sweet violence, sharp and shivery. I chased it the whole way, my hips churning as I spilled into her soft, tight pussy, my breaths ragged and harsh. I shoved myself into her over and over again as if I could make her mine from the inside out.
As if I could make her feel the same way I felt.
Feral. Desperate.
Aching for more.
“When we get back to my house, I’m licking this pussy clean,” I murmured, kissing her jaw as I pulled out.
“Maybe I’ll lick you clean,” she teased.
I nipped her neck. “No arguments from me.” I tucked myself away and then helped her straighten her clothes.
“Ugh,” she mumbled. “You ruined my panties, you brute.”
“You liked it.”
She smiled to herself and hopped off the desk. “Maybe, but now there’s jizz everywhere on it—”
“Then,” a horribly familiar voice said, “it’s a damn good thing acrylic is easy to clean, isn’t it?”
We both looked up at the same moment to see my mother standing near the entrance of the office, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched as she stared at us.
Shit.
“Tanith, I believe you’re working a half shift tomorrow,” she said, in a tone that could mean nothing good. “I’m looking forward to seeing you then.”
Then she looked over to me, her face betraying nothing except weary disdain. “And, Owen, my son, I believe your trousers are still unzipped.”
And with that, she left.
Chapter 18
Tanith
I was a sweaty mess. I’d gotten dressed in a fog, only to realize I’d misbuttoned my shirt twice, only then to discover it was stained. My hair was unsalvageable. I couldn’t seem to brush the bed head out of it. And I couldn’t find one of my favorite flats.
It was a Saturday morning. I’d worked my school schedule so I only had classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. Thursdays and
