“Could have been worse,” I say as he bends to pick me up off the floor.
“You think?”
“Could have been me.”
He laughs out loud at that. “That’s what you’re going to say, even after I saved your ass from Eddie?” Before I can respond, his expression goes serious, and he takes me into his arms. “Are you okay?”
“A bruise on my butt, but I’ll take that over a staple.”
Lust is back in his eyes when he says, “If you want something to play with when you’re working, I can help you out.”
“Okay, there is something I’d like to play with.”
“One second.” He takes the stapler, shoves it in the drawer, and scans the desk. “There’s nothing else that’s going to attack me is there? You don’t have any letter openers or a shredder that I should keep any dangling parts away from?”
“Nothing on you is dangling right now, Nate,” I say and take his hardness into my hands.
“Kira,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting shut as I explore him with my palms, taking my time with him, as his focus shifts.
“For the record, you don’t suck at it,” he says.
“Yes, I do.”
His eyes pop open as I sink to my knees and take him in again.
I laugh inwardly at that silly play on words and run my lips over his length. I take him into my throat, savor his tangy flavor, and close one hand around him as the other cups his balls. As I spend time pleasuring him, his hand goes to my hair to control the depth to which I take him. His hips power forward, but he never gives me enough to choke, and I appreciate his thoughtfulness.
“Kira,” he groans, and I steal a glance at his face, see the torture in his eyes. Wow, this is seriously killing him. My chest puffs up a bit, proud that I can unhinge him the same way he unhinges me. “I want to be inside you.”
Wanting that, too, I let his beautiful cock plop from my mouth, and he helps me to my feet. Jaw so tight I’m sure he’s going to crack teeth, he turns me around, and a gasp catches in my throat as he cups my neck and urges me forward until I’m bent over the desk. Oh, this is different. But I like it. I like it a lot.
He runs his hand along my back and drags my pants to my knees, his hands practically shaking with need. Who am I to talk? My entire body quivers. The sound of foil ripping reaches my ears, and I moan when his crown breaches my entrance. Big hands grip my hips, and I slide my hands across the desk and hang on to the other edge. From the urgency in his touch, I’m sure this is going to be a wild ride.
He drives all the way into me, and it pushes air from my lungs. “Nate,” I cry out, and he stills, giving me a minute to catch up. When I can finally breathe again, he falls over my body, his mouth near my ear.
“This is what you do to me,” he says, as ribbons of pleasure trickle through my blood. He inches out, pounds back in again, and we begin moving in sync. I match every hard push, and soon enough, our groans of pleasure mingle. Before I know it, I’m coming again, and his growls grow deeper, needier. My sex clenches around him, and he calls out my name, his fingers biting into my flesh as he lets go.
This man…my God, this man and the things he can do to me. He puffs out a breath and falls over me. His weight presses me into the table, into my day’s research, which is now strewn everywhere, and I don’t care. I chuckle at that.
“Something funny?” he asks, his deep voice shuddering around me. He relaxes his grip on my hips and lightly rubs the indentations with soft fingers.
“We just had sex on my research,” I say, not at all sure why that is