First to Fail (Unraveled #3) - Marie Johnston Page 0,56

claimed my mouth.

I grasped his shoulders as he set the pace. My keyboard screeched across the desk behind me. My care quotient was low. Anchored to my desk with him dominating my body, I let myself go. Digging my heels into his ass, I held on as he thrust in and out. He pumped up, hitting the most sinful spots inside me. At his deepest point, my clit rubbed against him while my nipples scraped against his shirt.

I moaned and whimpered into his mouth, his strong arms holding me in place.

The force of his thrusts increased, but he kept me from bouncing across the desk.

The first spasm hit and if he weren’t wearing a shirt, I would’ve drawn blood curling my fingernails into him. He pounded into me again, ripping a muffled scream from me.

When the apex of my orgasm hit, I jerked, my legs coming loose from around him, but he held on. He had me. I was safe with him as he swallowed the ecstatic noises I was making and prevented me from falling.

With a final thrust that pushed me higher than I’d ever been, he stiffened and groaned. It was my turn to hold him as he shook with his release. He pulsed inside of me, the moves amplified because my sex was clamped so tightly around him.

We clung to each other as we crashed back to reality.

He didn’t jerk away, but he released my mouth and caught my legs to help me down. My breasts spilled out of my top as I sat forward and scooted off the desk.

Oh my god. That just happened. Never in my life had I thought I’d get busy in my office. I stood and let gravity deal with my skirt as I pulled the edges of my shirt together. Looking over my shoulder revealed a few papers hanging off the desk, the keyboard ready to crash to the ground, and the floor littered with stacks that I’d have to reorganize.

It was a strangely satisfying view.

Chris had tucked himself back into his pants and rearranged his shirt. I couldn’t meet his eyes as I smoothed my hands over the material that remained bunched over my thighs. I paused as he grasped an edge of my gaping shirt.

“I ruined your top. Do you have something to cover yourself with?”

I nodded. “I have a jacket.”

He didn’t withdraw his hand but hooked his fingers under my chin and lifted. “We didn’t use protection.”

I didn’t risk dislodging his touch to nod. “I’m still on the pill so I’m not worried. Are you?”

He shook his head, his gaze level. “I just wish…” He sighed and released me to turn away. “I just wish we could’ve been more.”

I had to lean back against the desk again, needing the support. He still wanted to be with me? Beyond our chemistry? “I’m not saying it’d be easy, but we could be.” My voice was so small to my own ears.

He swiveled back toward me. “What would you tell your parents about me?”

The question caught me off guard, but it wasn’t the reason for my delay in answering. I was running the conversation through my head.

“If you’re thinking about how you’d start with my work history before Arcadia, then that’s the wrong answer. And honestly, I don’t need the detail that I’m fucking the principal thrown in my face when I’m fighting the Richards to parent my own damn kid.”

I reared back like he’d slapped me. Didn’t he realize the irony of what he’d just said—beyond the hurtful denigration of what we’d just done? “I guess we’re done here then.”

“Natalia. I didn’t mean it like that.”

I crossed my arms to help push my shirt together. I was bared enough around him. “No. You said what you meant. You’re hung up on what I’d tell my parents, and you’re just as afraid our relationship will affect your chances against the Richards. Not to mention the issue of me expelling your daughter.” And having sex in my office.

“No one can claim you gave us preferential treatment,” he said bitterly.

I winced. No. I had. The art project had derailed my intentions, but it’d highlighted another glaring need within the school. And showed I didn’t need to come down like Thor’s hammer with each infraction.

“Goodbye, Natalia.”

He strode out of the room, swinging the door shut behind him. I was enclosed back in my office. Alone—the common factor of all my identities.

Chapter 14

Chris

“What’s this about Jaycee going to public school?”

I buried my head in the