her ass round and ripe and right there, activated the portion of my brain responsible for unfastening my belt and pulling my zipper down as quickly as possible. "You should've told me you were naked under those tights."
"I didn't need you operating with that information while we had all our friends and family in the house."
I reached between her legs, swept my fingers over her folds and found her slick and ready. "You don't trust me?"
"I trust you just fine," she replied, arching into my touch. "It's the caveman who can't be controlled."
As I rolled a condom down my shaft—no accidents in this house—I barked out a laugh. "It's you who can't be controlled, sweetness."
She lifted her shoulders and shot me a devastating smile. "Why don't you give it a try?"
I wanted her like this—always. I wanted stolen moments with a houseful of people and rolled down tights. I wanted her dirty mouth, her dares. I wanted her meeting me every step of the way and then demanding more. I wanted this place we created where the only thing that mattered was how we fit together, where we could get lost in each other. This was what I wanted. She was what I wanted.
I placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her down, flat on the desk with her hips perked up like a present. Pushing inside her turned me delirious. It always did. I whispered the dirtiest words as I moved in her, all of it flying out like filthy gibberish. And she responded, I knew she did, but I couldn't hear it, couldn't interpret anything she said through the sex-drunk fog around my head. I knew only the rhythm of her body, her skin against my mine. I squeezed her hips, her waist. I dug my fingers into her soft tissue and I was there, pressing into her, and I couldn't think past the hunger for her, the need.
I filled her with one thrust, groaning her name as I bottomed out. I closed my eyes, focusing on her sighs and groans, and reminding myself to be gentle because this desk was unforgiving. Not that I was much better.
"Tell me what you want," I panted.
"What you're doing. This."
Nothing separated us and still I wanted more, a type of more I couldn't explain, couldn't quantify. "You're all right?"
"Don't stop, don't stop. I'm almost—" She slapped the desk, a muffled groan that transitioned into a high-pitched cry before swan diving into a breathy moan. I lived for those sounds, the ones that heralded her orgasms. "—almost there."
"Fuck, I love you," I said, and though it was exactly when I felt, it sounded wrong—like I was mad at her for it. The dick delirium was strong today.
"I know you do," she said. "And I love you too, caveman."
Pumping into her, my orgasm barreled down my spine, twisting my strained muscles and wiping every thought from my mind but one: my sweetness, my Lauren. I dropped my forehead to her back and offered up every obscene desire and gushing emotion I had, each presented with a kiss to her skin.
Lauren reached for my hand, turning my wrist to get a look at my watch. "Save it for later," she said. "We have less than a minute to get back before—"
"Lolo? Where did you run off to?" my mother-in-law called down the hall. "Bill, you check upstairs. Honestly, of all the times for her to disappear. She's hosting a party!"
"Oh my god," she groaned.
I reached for the box of tissues. "At least we had ten minutes. If all that's we're able to get these days, that's enough for me."
Where Were Drew and Tara?
Tara Treloff and Drew Larsen hate each other.
They really hate each other.
This would be fine except for the issue of them sharing a job title
…and an office
…and now a five-hour-long drive to a conference their boss has made mandatory to resolve their issues.
And they would’ve been able to muddle through all of those matters but a major snowstorm is heading their way
…and there’s only one bed.
"Tara," he snapped, edging closer. At this range, I could see the flecks of gold and amber in his eyes and the individual whiskers in the ever-present shadow of stubble on his jaw. "Say it."
"Thank you for the coffee." There were ten sarcastic, cutting jabs waiting on my tongue but I held back. "Thank you for remembering what I like."
"You're welcome." He stared at me with those dark blue eyes of his, as if he