Man of Honor (Battle Scars #3) - Diana Gardin Page 0,61

laugh, he goes back to his station.

Mea stares after him, her eyes filled with pure delight. “I love him. Can he be my best friend?”

Shaking my head, I pull her past the prying eyes of the guys and lock the door of my office behind us. Setting the bag of food down on my chair, I lift Mea up easily and sit her on top of my desk. She leans back on her arms, and gives me one dark, provocative look.

I’m standing between her legs in a heartbeat. Unbuttoning my dark gray coveralls, I let them hang down around my waist as I capture her face in my hands. Cradling it, I bring her mouth to mine.

Mea uses her nails to rake a path up my back, pushing the fabric of my wife beater up as she goes. Letting one hand drift around to the back of her neck, I hold her to me while I find the hem of her shirt with the other. Pulling apart, she lifts her arms and I pull the shirt off over her head and toss it over my shoulder. Pulling back from her, but keeping my eyes locked on her gorgeousness, I let the coveralls fall. Stepping out of them, I pull the tank over my head and drop it before shedding my boxers. Then I reach past her to open my desk drawer. Grabbing my wallet, I rip a foil packet from its pocket and tear it open.

She watches me, a hungry expression on her face while she sits on the desk. When I’m fully bared to her, it’s clear from the sight of my throbbing erection that I can’t wait much longer to be inside of her. She hops down off the desk and makes quick work of her stretchy black pants, and then the black thong panties she’s wearing underneath.

My eyes drift closed as she takes the condom from my hand and rolls it, agonizingly slowly, down my shaft.

“Damn, baby. Should have spent more time undressing you.” Moving toward her, I lift her into my arms. Spinning her around, her back bumps against the office door. Pinned there, she trains kisses down on my shoulders while the softest part of her lines up in perfect symmetry with the hardest part of me.

Groaning, I bury my face in her neck. Her spicy smell overwhelms me; I could be on fire. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Whimpering as I begin to rub the long hard length of me against her, she bites down on my shoulder in a way that I never thought I’d love. Sex with Mea is freedom.

“Wait.” My voice is a pant. “Is this…okay with you? In my office, against the door?” I search her face, looking for any sign that she’s not completely with me. There isn’t one, but I need to hear it from her mouth that she’s completely comfortable with what we’re doing right now.

“This is…new for me, Drake. But with you, I know I’m safe. My rules don’t apply here. Not anymore.” She holds my gaze, and I know she’s being open and honest with me.

When I enter her, it’s with the most unbelievable melding of bodies, and the way her insides clench around me creates a display of fireworks behind my closed eyelids.

“Perfect, baby. Always perfect.” My voice is a pant as I pump in and out of her.

There are times for savoring a woman. For making her feel safe, for making her feel loved. There are times to take it slow and times to make sure every single inch of her is taken care of before you dive in. But with Mea’s unexpected visit and the way she made my insides light up when she sat on my desk made this not one of those times.

It’s the time to take her fast, hard, and rough.

She cries out my name as I plunge into her, and the sound is so devastatingly sexy that I use a hand to cover her mouth as I continue to drive home. Her teeth scrape against my hand, matching the scratch of her nails against my back. When the muscles of her pussy clench tight around me, I grunt with the sheer pleasure of it. She’s trembling, her slick body colliding with mine as she climaxes.

It’s breathtaking.

Unable to hold on, I follow her as my own orgasm takes ahold of me, drawing me up tight and making me tumble over and over again in the place where