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I was aroused to the point of delirium. This all felt so naughty. I heard footsteps in the hallway, and my pussy clenched.

“Nobody can come in. Let them knock.” His lips moved against my neck, sending goosebumps racing over my skin. He peeled my panties down around my thighs. “Bend over, sweetheart.”

He slid a palm up my back, pressing between my shoulder blades with a coaxing touch. I would’ve done anything he asked, and this was a simple request. I bent over. My shirt rode up his wrist as he slid it up my back. His desk was cool against my skin, a contrast to the heat rising inside me.

He stepped back, dropping hot kisses down my spine. Every place his lips landed made me tremble. His kisses were like hot drops of honey on my skin, the heat sliding through me. He reached a hand between my thighs, pushing them apart a little. I heard him move back.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” He blew lightly on my sex, and I shivered.

I could literally feel the beat of my heart in my clit. It was swollen and so needy. He licked into my folds from behind, and I cried out, my hands trembling as they gripped the edge of his desk. He began to fuck me with two fingers, and I was near frantic, my hips pressing back.

Before I knew what hit me, I felt his fingers slide up to press against my clit. My climax whipped through me so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The sound was a strangled moan.

I was trembling and shuddering when I felt him stand. I heard the sound of a zipper followed by the feel of the velvety skin of his cock between my thighs. He positioned his thick crown at my entrance.

“Do you want me now, sweetheart?”

I could hardly breathe, much less speak. I nodded, savoring the cool wood of his desk against my hot cheek.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Adam

I looked down at Tessa. She was bent over my desk, her pussy glistening with the plump lips of it nestled around my cock. I was already dripping and on the edge of my release. She was so fucking hot. The little sounds she made, the way she was just there for me and with me.

Her pussy still rippled from her orgasm when she whispered, “Please, Adam…”

When she said my name, all I could do was sink inside her. Her pussy clenched around me. She was slick, and I held still, clinging to my control. I was at her mercy. I curled over her, kissing the side of her neck, then her mouth when she turned her head to the side.

My voice slurred when I said, “Tessa, can you come for me again?”

I rocked my hips, nudging a little deeper inside her. “Yes…” she rasped.

There was so much pressure where we were joined from our position. The way my jeans were just barely shoved down my hips, and her thighs were tight together from her jeans around her knees. I shifted, reaching around her. I felt the hard press of the desk against the back of my hand when I teased my fingers over her needy clit.

My release was almost there, sizzling electricity at the base of my spine. I rocked deeper into her, saying, “Come on, sweetheart, just one more for me.”

I gave her just a little pressure when I drew back and filled her in a deep thrust. I buried my face in her hair when she began shuddering, her channel clenching tightly around me. My release slammed through me, filling her in hot spurts.

We rested together on my desk. Slowly, my awareness flickered in. I looked down as I straightened, knowing I would think about this every time I sat at my desk. Her bottom was curved up, her skin pink, and her hair a tumble around her shoulders.

Although this was the hottest fuck of my life, something so tender and intimate about this moment disarmed me. A few minutes later, I looked down at her after we tidied our clothes.

Her eyes were wide and passion-hazed. I had to kiss her again. When I drew away, I startled myself by saying, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tessa

I think I’m falling in love with you.

I was still reverberating, physically and emotionally, from my fiery-hot encounter with Adam in his office. Until Adam, I honestly wouldn’t have believed that I could experience such sexual moments tangled within a sense of intimacy and tenderness. He stripped me bare and cracked my heart wide open.

I’d been so shocked by his words that I simply stared at him with my mouth falling open.

As if he could see through the fear and anxiety banging like loud drums in my mind and heart, he lifted his knuckles and nudged my chin up. “You don’t have to say anything. I know all you wanted was a kiss.”

Tears had stung my eyes, not from sadness, but from almost a pure sense of emotion that he could understand how complicated this was for me.