my shoulders, our bodies coming together like we were made for each other.
My palm slams down on the surface of the desk while my other hand holds her hip in place. The desk shakes beneath her ass, but I don’t slow down. The fucking thing can fall apart beneath us, and I wouldn’t care because my thirst for this woman can never be satiated.
Lifting my hand, I fist the long length of her blond hair and pull her head back to expose her neck, my mouth running the line of it, licking and kissing, my teeth locking down on the sensitive spots as I fight the urge to mark her.
And fuck, I fit inside her so perfectly, her pussy molding my cock, the muscles of her cunt gripping me as another orgasm roars through her.
Swallowing the moans that crawl up her throat, I lose the ability to fight a release when Ivy wraps my tie over her hand, yanking me closer, demanding more as our tongues slide together, and her body grips mine.
Pulling out, I come in my hand and thank fuck for the attached bathroom in my office.
After kissing Ivy one more time, my voice is rough against her ear. “We’ll make up for the rush later.”
She laughs, the sound soft and sultry, and it’s a struggle to let her go, but I manage and head in the bathroom to clean up, my hair a disheveled mess when I look in the mirror.
Ivy steps in behind me, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror as she straightens her dress. “Can I have my panties back?
Her lips are red and kiss swollen, her blue eyes hooded and satisfied.
“No. I think I’ll hold onto them. I wasn’t joking about making up for the rush.”
“Jerk,” she says with a grin, her gaze studying my reflection. “Remember when I told you that the casual look is good on you?”
Glancing at her over my shoulder, I arch a brow in question.
“I wasn’t wrong to say it. But this look fits you better. Men look good in suits, Gabe, but you take it to the next level.”
My lips curl into an arrogant smirk, and I wink at her. “Why do you think I wear them all the time?”
Leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, Ivy silently watches me tuck in my shirt and button my pants. Her voice is quiet when she speaks again.
“I need to tell you something.”
Concerned by her tone, I turn as I’m buckling my belt and step over to her to brace an arm on the doorframe above her head.
“Something wrong?”
My fingers tangle softly with the ends of her hair as Ivy opens her mouth to answer, but my fucking phone buzzes again, Tanner’s loud voice blasting over the intercom.
“Put your dick away, asshole and get down here. I’m calling Lacey.”
I’m going to actually kill him one of these days. Tanner may be my best friend, but he’s also the biggest pain in the ass known to man.
Pain shoots down my jaw with how hard I clench my teeth. “I need to go deal with that.”
“Go. This can wait.”
I trap her chin with my hand and tilt her face up higher. “Are you sure?”
Ivy nods and steps out of the way for me to move past, her hands crossing over her abdomen as she turns to watch me leave the office.
Looking back at her one more time, I pause before opening the door. She flashes me a soft smile, her eyes meeting mine as she waves me off to go deal with Tanner.
Something is bothering her, though, and it worries me to see it. “This will only take a second.”
“Go,” she insists.
“I’ll kill Tanner quickly and then be right back,” I say before yanking the door open hard enough that it slams against the wall.
Several sets of eyes look at me in surprise as I turn to storm down the hall leading to Tanner’s office, my pissed off stride warning people to move the hell out of my way.
Slamming my hand down on the handle of Tanner’s door, I throw that open to see him staring at me, his feet kicked up on the desk, his chair leaned back and his hands folded behind his head.
“This better be important,” I say, rushing forward, “because if it’s some bullshit like you can’t find a paperclip, I’m going to kick your fucking-“
My foot slips out from under me suddenly, the floor slick as shit when I land with a hard thud on my back