“Yes, she does.”
My voice had been calm but underneath I was itching to move the guy out of the way and get to her. I hated I had to do the song and dance every time, and that she was already neck deep in assumptions.
Marcus turned, knocking on Presley’s door. “Boss, you have a visitor.”
She didn’t respond, the click of the lock popping open as Marcus twisted the knob and held it ajar. He nodded to the door, waiting until I’d stepped through before closing it again.
I’d expected her to be seated, the huge desk of hers in the way, but she wasn’t. Her beautiful body was leaning against the wood, her long legs crossed at the ankle as her hands kept her steady. She looked fucking beautiful, her long hair covering her soft bare shoulders, and I was all out of steam. “Leighton, I’m not sure why you came in here, but it was unnecessary. You’re a big boy and you can do what you want. I’ll still drive home with you if that’s what you want, unless of course your plans have changed and then I’ll get a ride with Rae.”
Her voice didn’t crack, no anger or sign of jealousy, lacking the venom that I was sort of expecting. And, fuck me, if I wasn’t a little disappointed.
“I lied to you.” I shook my head, annoyed more at myself than anyone else.
Her eyes narrowed, the calm exterior showing its first sign of a crack. “What did you lie about?”
I moved closer, not even hesitating as I touched her chin. “That I’d be able to be this close and not touch you. I know you need a good guy right now, but I just can’t be him.”
My mouth went to hers, kissing her liked I’d wanted to when she first walked out in that dress, my hands yanking her from her perch on the desk and into my arms. She didn’t hesitate, kissing me right back as her fingers threaded through my hair.
It was primal, the urge to rip off our clothes and go at it right on the floor edging up my spine. I needed to touch her everywhere, to show her exactly how much I wanted her and how much my original idea sucked. “Fuck me,” I groaned, her body positioning against my hard-on as she settled between my legs.
The pressure was delicious, her hips rocking as she found exactly where she wanted me, a satisfied moan mumbled against my lips.
“You’re a good guy, Jared. But I want to fuck you too.”
Her usual control was missing, her hands locked around my T-shirt as she tried and failed to rip it off. I was positive having sex with her in that office was not a good idea but since we’d already established I was done trying to be the good guy, I couldn’t work up the energy to care.
Maneuvering us to her desk, I lowered her back on the edge. She kept rocking, trying to recover the friction she’d lost as I continued to fuck her mouth with everything I had.
“Yeah, right here?” I asked, my fingers moving between us and hiking up her dress. Her white satin panties were pressed against my crotch, her leg lifting on my hip to give me better access.
I took that as a yes, lifting my body from hers just long enough so I could push those panties down. I didn’t even bother taking them all the way off, letting them fall to the floor so they pooled around her ankles.
Her eyes widened as my fingers went right in for the kill, no hesitation as they circled her entrance and then plunged all the way in. She was hot and wet, clamping around me as her body shuttered, jutting her hips forward so I could get in deeper.
“Yes.” Her head tilted back as she arched, her breathy moans getting more desperate. “Please, yes.”
Trying to use the hand not buried inside her, my uncoordinated attempt to undo my belt and button was taking too long. “Give me a minute.” I kissed her, pulling out my fingers and undoing my pants.
Her eyes widened seeing my already hard cock as I yanked down my jeans and boxer briefs. I didn’t even bother getting them all the way down, pushing them below my hips and reaching for the condom in my back pocket.
Yeah, I might have intended not to fuck her, but I wasn’t completely delusional either. And on the chance I wasn’t as honorable as I was trying to be, I needed to be prepared. Present me was currently giving past me a massive high-five.
“Jared,” her hands went to my dick, jerking me off while I was trying to get on the condom, “fuck me already.”
“Jesus, Presley.” I was going to come in her hand if she didn’t stop. I’d been turned on for hours and now that I had the opportunity, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. “Let me get this on.”
I ripped her fingers from around my shaft, sheathing myself as quick as I could, my eyes unable to stop looking at her.
She was beautiful, so fucking hot and ready for me, and if I thought for a second I’d be able to give all of that up, I was insane.
It was too effort to take off the rest of our clothes, positioning myself at her entrance as she rocked her hips. It was impossible to hold back, pushing into her in one swift thrust as I felt her tighten around me.
Man, it felt good. Tight and hot, and so fucking perfect I needed a second to just absorb it before I started moving again.
Greedy, needy moans escaped her lips, making my pulse spike, and suddenly not moving was no longer an option. “I want you, Presley. I want you so fucking much.”
My hips pistoned, chasing the high as my balls rose up tight. Her brown eyes flashed to mine, one hand planted on my chest while the other was at her side helping her balance.
I wasn’t gentle, dragging my length in and out of her, harder and faster with each swing. “You know how hard it was to see you in this dress and not touch you,” I grunted, unleashing the pent-up frustration I’d kept a lid on since she walked out wearing it. “Pure torture, Presley. Sweet, sexy, motherfucking torture.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be torture.” She arched into me. “I just like the dress.”
Whatever her reasoning was, I no longer cared, the dress the least of my concerns as her breathing got faster.
She was close. Hanging off the edge, needing the tiniest of pushes and I was more than happy to give it to her. I reached down between us, not a lot of space for my hand, and pressed my thumb against her clit. It was swollen and needy like the rest of her, her body reacting almost instantly on contact.
“Oh, Jared,” she breathed out, her hand against my chest fisting my T-shirt in desperation. “Yes, yes.”
My thumb circled, keeping the pressure tight against her as I continued to thrust.
She was right there, right there, her beautiful brown eyes opening wide as she let out a scream. She smacked her palm against her mouth, deadening the sound as I felt the tight squeeze followed by the gentle pulses down my shaft.
That was all it took, knowing she’d found her high giving me permission to find mine as I detonated into her. I couldn’t even stop, needing to tease every last drop of ecstasy from both of us as my dick continued to throb.
“I’ve never had sex in my office,” it came out in a pant, her eyes still wide, “but I couldn’t wait.”
“Baby, you think I could?” My lips brushed against hers, needing to kiss her some more. “I already told you I’ve been dying since we left your apartment. It took everything I had not to take you in my fucking car.”
She smiled, the thought of defiling my prized Stang, pleasing her. Or maybe it was because I’d finally come to my senses. Because just being her friend was no longer a choice.