“I don’t care,” Emma hissed at me through her teeth, yanking at my clothes so hard I thought she was going to actually fucking rip them. It was fucking delightful, watching her tear at my clothes, seeing and feeling her desperation. I was making her do that. Me. I was driving her at least half as crazy as she was driving me, and it filled me with vindication. I wasn’t alone in my desire.
“C’mere.” I turned her around and bent her over the desk.
Emma groaned. “I want you naked.”
“I want you naked too, baby, but we don’t have a lot of time. He’s going to come back.” And I wasn’t sure I could stop myself if I was balls-deep in her when the manager returned. Once I had a taste of Emma there was no stopping me.
Emma flipped her hair, turning around and pouting at me. “But I want it.”
“You’re being a bad girl, you know that?”
She wiggled her ass at me. “What are you gonna do about it?”
I spanked her, just the once, and then leaned in, my teeth scraping over her earlobe. “There are a lot of things I want to do to you, baby, but not here. God, the next time I get the fucking chance, though, I am going to take my time with you. I’m going to get my mouth all over that body, I’m going to fucking claim you like you deserve…”
Emma moaned, rocking back against me, her ass dragging against my still-clothed cock. Fuck, she was so hot, it was driving me insane. I rutted up against her, grinning like a feral wolf as I heard her gasping. She’d already slept with me twice since we’d reunited, and this was after we’d had sex together too many times to count all those years ago, and yet it was like every time she was struck all over again by the feeling of my cock, the shape and size of it. Like it was still so new to her. It was fucking adorable.
I shoved her dress up and out of the way, the dark blue fabric bunching up and falling all around her waist, and then yanked down her underwear. It was this tiny scrap of lace that had my mouth watering even further. Pity that we didn’t have the time for me to step back and admire her in her lingerie. Seemed she’d picked out some damn nice stuff. But we could do that another time.
Because goddammit, there was going to be another time. There was no way, after she had deliberately set us up to have sex, that we could go back to whatever in-between place we’d been before. She’d said that we couldn’t do this, that it was wrong and that she didn’t want to be in a relationship and that we could only be roommates. But now she was obliterating that line, arranging things so that we could have sex in public, in someone’s office!
Hell no, we were talking after this and we were going to be more than just roommates. There was no way I was going to let things go on the way they’d been before, after this.
“Come on,” Emma insisted, grabbing at me. “Parker, please, I want you inside me.”
“What, a guy can’t tease a little?” I asked, even as I slid my fingers up towards her mouth. “C’mon, baby, suck on these for me.” I had to get my fingers good and wet before I put them inside of her.
Emma sucked my fingers right in, swirling her tongue around the tips of them. The look in her eyes, coupled with those pretty lips wrapped around my fingers, was obscene.
I pulled my fingers out soon as I could, then shoved her legs open with my knee. “Spread ‘em, baby.”
Emma braced herself on the desk as I dragged my fingers through her folds. Fuck, she was sopping wet. “You really want this, don’t you?”
“I was thinking about it,” she confessed. “Out on the dance floor. It was all I could think about.”
That was so goddamn hot. I’d been thinking about it too, of course I had been, and I was sure she knew that, given that my half-hard cock had been pressing up against her by the end. But it was harder to tell with women just how turned on they were until you got to this stage, and seeing, smelling, feeling how wet she was, was like a shot of pure adrenaline right to the heart.
My two fingers sank into her easily, so fucking easily, and I curled them up, stroking that spot that always got her twitching and moaning. Emma gasped, shoving herself down onto my fingers, and I couldn’t see it from this angle but I was sure that her eyes were rolling back into her head.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I murmured, encouraging her. “Do you have any clue how sexy you are like this? How much I fucking want you all the time?”
Emma moaned again. “I don’t know,” she snapped, “is it as much as I want you? With your stupid hair and stupid chest and stupid outfits? Huh? Are you going to actually get inside me today or should I just take care of it myself? Or maybe find someone else?”
That sent a hot spear of jealousy through me and Emma laughed. “I knew that would get you,” she said triumphantly as I roughly scissored my fingers inside of her.
I was going to fuck her so well she couldn’t even joke about finding someone else because the idea wouldn’t even occur to her. She’d be addicted to me and only me. I had never felt possessive of someone like this before and part of me was appalled. Emma wasn’t my damn property after all. But Emma seemed to like it, she seemed to enjoy that I wanted her like this.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I stroked my cock a few times, using the precome that spurted out to lube myself up. Emma was nice and wet but I wanted to make sure that this wouldn’t hurt her.
I started to press myself into her and Emma moaned again. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” I warned her.
“I know, I know,” Emma panted as I continued to push into her. Fuck, she was so hot and tight around me, and it still felt kind of like a revelation, like letting out a breath after holding it for hours. Whenever I was inside of her, as ridiculous and logistically impossible as I fucking knew it was, I never wanted to leave. I wanted to just stay like this, with her, forever.
Emma whimpered a little, clenching around me and then pushing back into me, and I had to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep a huge groan of my own from slipping out. Jesus fucking Christ. I kissed up her spine, through the fabric, wishing I could just rip it all off and I could have my skin against hers.
But we weren’t alone, fuck, and we probably didn’t have a lot of time left.
I sank my teeth into the back of her shoulder. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been ready,” Emma informed me.
Well then. Time to fuck that sassiness right out of her.
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Emma
Honestly a part of me couldn’t believe that I was doing this. I was never this type of person. Okay, so I had been this type of person, once. I’d been this daring and reckless, and it had been when I was dating Parker the first time.
It wasn’t anything that Parker had done, honestly. He had never pushed me to be reckless, he had never dared me to do anything, he had never cajoled or manipulated me into being someone that I wasn’t. But I had wanted him so badly, and I still did, and he had this air about him—this feeling that if I suggested something crazy, he would go along with it. And he had gone along with it, every time, no matter what I’d suggested. A picnic on the roof of a house my dad was renovating, and having sex up there afterwards? Hell yes. Sex in my room while my parents were downstairs? Yup. Giving him a blowjob at the movie theater when we sat in the back row? You bet.
And here I was again, as reckless as I’d been before, so desperate for him that I was ready to conduct this crazy plan so that I could fuck him, get him inside me, instead of having to wait until the next time my daughter wasn’t home. It was absolutely insane and illogical, but none of that mattered to me, not where Parker was concerned. It never had.
It was so goddamn hot, having him bend me over the desk like this. I wanted to feel him more, to see him, to kiss and touch all over, but we had to be quick and this was the best position to keep from making a mess of things. We couldn’t have the manager find out what we were doing, after all. This room was nice and air conditioned too, so the smell of sex should go away soon. No evidence, no trace of the insanity we’d indulged in.
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Parker sank into me at last, his thick cock spearing me, making feel like I was choking on my own spit. God, he was so big, filling me up, and it made me feel… oh this sounded so cliché and I hated myself for even thinking it, but he really did make me feel complete. That was part of why I’d never had a fling with anyone else—apart from, you know, the obvious having a daughter and being in a small town thing—I didn’t want to feel that with anyone else.
How could I? How could I take something that had felt so deep and permanent and then have it with another person? And what if I tried it and then I didn’t have that feeling, and it would all be… wasted? Not as good?
It had felt like I shouldn’t even try.
But now I did have that again, with Parker, and I wanted to live in this moment forever. Which sounded ridiculous since objectively this moment wasn’t exactly made for romance. We were in a manager’s office at a nightclub. But God, it felt so good, so right, to be with him, whatever the circumstances.
It was also really, really hot.
A thrill shot up my spine as Parker started to fuck into me. He wasn’t playing around, oh no, he was hitting that angle that had me seeing stars immediately, my entire body seizing up with pleasure as I gasped and writhed on his cock. Parker thrust hard into me, over and over, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise.
God, it was so hard to keep quiet. I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep the sounds somewhat inside me. Fuck. I was on fire, it felt so fucking good, I wanted it to never end even as I raced with him towards the finish line. I wanted to use my hand to cover my mouth, but I had to use both of them to brace on the desk so that I could meet up with each of Parker’s hard thrusts.
“You’re having such a hard time keeping quiet, aren’t you?” Parker teased, grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back sharply. I gasped, pleasure shooting through me like an arrow.
“Yes,” I admitted, gasping out the word. Oh, God, it felt so good, it felt so fucking good, and I could hardly handle it. I wanted to come, I wanted it so badly, and I could feel it heading my way like a speeding train, about to run me over and I didn’t give a damn. I wanted it to run me over.
My whole body sang, and I shoved myself back onto his cock even as he continued to thrust into me. He was so hard inside of me, hot like a brand, and my mouth fell open helplessly as he dove into me again and again. It felt like time was hot taffy, one moment, one single second, stretching out forever and so sweet it was unbearable. I could hardly take the pleasure and pressure of it. I wanted to scream, and it took everything in me to swallow down all the sounds that tried to fight their way out of my throat.
“That’s it, Em,” Parker breathed. He sounded so close to the edge, and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, and I wanted to come so badly, I wanted to come with him, I was so close—
Parker’s fingers slid down between us, rubbing hard against my clit. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning the way that I wanted to. His thrusts were getting sloppy, harder, shoving himself into me over and over on autopilot, his body taking over, like he just couldn’t help himself. I didn’t want him to help himself, I wanted him to lose control and fuck me with abandon.
The pleasure shooting through my body from between my legs, from right where he rubbed at my clit, was too much. I felt like a shooting star was racing up and down my body, and my legs gave out, a scream trapped in the back of my throat. Fuck, I had never come so hard before, it felt like I had been hit in the chest by a freight train.
Parker grunted as I clenched around him and I felt him coming, too. He had been right on the edge when I’d tumbled off so I wasn’t surprised. He pressed himself into me completely, his chest plastered to my back, and I could feel his come starting to slide out of me, down the inside and back of my thighs, as he finished coming.
That was so fucking hot. Oh my God. I felt like my brain was in another stratosphere.
Parker kissed lazily along my back and shoulders, like he was still skin hungry for me. I reveled in the feeling of being in his arms, of feeling him all wrapped around me. I never wanted to leave this space, with him. It was like I was flying while also being grounded, held, safe. Parker’s hands skimmed over my body, squeezing my hips and my breasts, partly like he couldn’t help himself and partly like he was checking up on me, making sure he hadn’t hurt me. Which was pretty fair. He had given me a hell of a pounding—not that I was complaining, far from it. But he probably felt a little guilty.
That was Parker all over. Just this side of rough during sex as we got passionate, and then worried afterwards that he’d hurt me. As if he ever would or could. He never gave me anything that I didn’t ask for. His kisses were hot on my neck, branding me even if he didn’t leave marks, and I tilted my head back, my eyelids fluttering. I wanted to feel him everywhere, his mouth and his hands, for hours. I wanted to never leave this spot.
At least, reluctantly, he pulled away. “We should get cleaned up. We don’t have a lot of time.”
Ah, crap, he was right. The manager could be back at any moment.
I had never done anything so brazen before. My heart rate picked up as it hit me like a splash of cold water to the face just what exactly I had done. I’d had sex in someone’s office, when that person could walk in on us at any moment. Not even during my craziest sexcapades with Parker before had we done something like this. We could get in real trouble. This wasn’t just “oh my parents might catch us and that would be embarrassing,” this was, “we could get fined or arrested for this.”
It was worth it, though. Oh, it was so worth it. I had no doubts about that. No second thoughts. I’d do it all over again to have Parker fucking me like that, his cock feeling so big inside me, stretching me, hitting what felt like every single nerve in my body. He’d fucked me like an animal, with abandon, and it was fantastic. It was the kind of crazy fucking that I probably would’ve had more of if I hadn’t had Ally, if I’d had the typical college experience.
Only it was better, because this wasn’t some random person. This wasn’t an anonymous hookup at a party that I would probably later regret. This was Parker. Someone who, against all odds, seemed to still care about me.
And he really did seem to care about me. It was in the way he looked after me during sex, making sure that I enjoyed it, making sure he wasn’t hurting me. He was the one who seemed to want more out of this than I did, the one who didn’t want to walk away while I kept pushing to keep him at a distance.
How was that possible? He had left. Yes, under extenuating circumstances, apparently, but he couldn’t have once written or called? He couldn’t have done anything to ease the heartbreak he was leaving me with? He had to have known how much it would hurt me to have him leave, even though he hadn’t known about my pregnancy. I had been in love with him and I hadn’t been all that great at hiding it. Had he ever really been in love with me? I’d thought he had been, but if so, how could he have left me so easily, without thinking about my own feelings?
And yet… if nothing else, he seemed hurt that I was keeping him at arm’s length. Even now he was straightening up my dress for me, checking my hair, making sure nothing on the desk had been knocked out of place, finding some tissues in a drawer and wiping down my legs so that I wouldn’t make a mess of myself. He was being considerate. Thoughtful.
He seemed to want us to be something more than just roommates. Friends, of a sort. He had said plenty of times, we can’t fight this attraction. Clearly there’s something there. And, well, I’d just proven him right. I’d gone out of my way to have sex with him and I’d put us in a position to get in big trouble if we were caught. I couldn’t deny it anymore—I wanted him, and I wanted him badly.
Maybe I could just… have sex with him every once in a while? Scratch that itch before it got too bad. We could be roommates with benefits. It would be fine, wouldn’t it? I could handle that. And it would help me keep from possibly doing something this crazy again.
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You’re playing a dangerous game, the voice at the back of my head warned me. It was the voice that always sounded a little like my mom.
I brushed that off. I could do this. I could manage this, just fine. We were having sex anyway, clearly. This would just be making it official. We could set boundaries, it wouldn’t be confusing, and I wouldn’t be jerking Parker around the way I admittedly kind of had been.
“You all good?” Parker asked, settling his hands on my shoulders.
I nodded. His gaze was so intense, boring into mine, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering, did he really care? He was acting like he did, like he thought of me as more than just—
Stop it. Those were dangerous thoughts to have. I couldn’t let myself be thinking this way, I couldn’t let myself fall for him again. I could let this be a sexual relationship, something like friends with benefits, because clearly I was in no shape to deny the attraction between us. But that didn’t mean I was going to risk my heart for him again. No way, no how.
“I’m good,” I told him, smiling. “Let’s get out of here.”
Parker unlocked the door, shaking his head ruefully, a small smile teasing up the corners of his mouth. “I can’t believe we did that. We could’ve been caught. Who would’ve guessed you’d be so insatiable?”
“You should’ve,” I pointed out. “I was always this bad before. And we weren’t caught, so it doesn’t matter.” I gave him my sunniest smile.
Parker snorted. “True. And they say people mellow out in their old age.”
“Hey, who’re you calling old? Have you met yourself?”
Parker laughed and we slipped out of the office before the manager could come back. He was probably going to wonder where we’d gone when he came back and we weren’t there, but that wasn’t our problem anymore. So long as he was just going to be confused and not calling the police on us, that was fine by me.
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