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“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” I whispered against his lips, my hot breath mixing with his.
Spencer groaned. That groan struck something deep inside me.
He had no damn idea how hard it was to keep myself professional around him when all I wanted was this—to have him in my arms, trembling and desperate, looking at me with those wild, hungry eyes like I was the only thing he’d ever craved.
How far could we take this?
Office sex wasn’t my thing normally, but I feared if I let go now, I may never have this chance with him, never have him this vulnerable in my arms, risking it all. Thank heavens this floor had no CCTV.
Grabbing his hips, I guided him backward until we bumped into the desk that was behind him. I fought the urge to rip his shirt off just to have more access to him. While he had given me his consent to kiss him, I didn’t want to push it any further than he was comfortable with.
But I didn’t want to let my assumption stop me. I’d rather ask than learn another three years from now that he’d wanted more with me tonight. If that happened, I think I’d actually wring his head off.
“I want to rip your shirt off,” I said, watching his reaction for any sign that would indicate I was crossing the line.
He didn’t budge. He only stared back at me with this raw lust and desire in his eyes. Hell, if I knew leaving would let me see the real Spencer Faulkner, I would have done so the very month we started working here.
“I want you.” His voice was barely a whisper. “I want you so bad.”
The words shot through me like a thunderbolt. I pulled back slightly, allowing my lips to gently brush against his.
“Tell me, what exactly do you want? Spell it out for me, Spencer.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he answered with no hesitation whatsoever. “I want you... I want you inside me.”
My grip tightened on his hips. The need to tease and play with him was so strong, almost instinctive. I wanted to press him for more, to watch him fumble over his words for me.
“Is that so?” I trailed my fingers down his jaw, all the way to his lips. “How badly?”
Spencer shuddered at my touch, a soft whimper escaping his mouth. I could tell how much he wanted it, but I wanted to tease him, push a bit more. “You know how I function, Spence. If you want something from me, you have to use your words to get it, don’t you?”
“Please . . . come on.”
“Uh-uh.” I pulled back when he leaned in to chase after my lips.
“Come on, Finn. You know what I want.”
“Do I?”
He gave me a blank, steady stare, his gaze intense. “Are you going to make me say it?”
I nodded, a sly grin playing at the corners of my mouth. I was fully enjoying watching him get flustered. “Tell me. How much do you want this?”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. His voice came out rougher this time.
“I want you so badly, Finn. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew. I fought it. I tried to ignore this pull, this desire, but it only grew stronger and stronger. Now that you’re leaving, I can’t shake this feeling. Tell me, why am I willing to risk everything for one night with you? Why do I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have you tonight?”
Oh, god.
I moved with lightning speed, capturing his mouth in a heartbeat. This time it was no gentle kiss. Teeth clashed. Tongues tangled. Someone got bit. It tasted like blood. My tongue explored his mouth, tracing every fold, every crevice.
I wanted more.
My fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, wanting more access... more skin. Spencer returned the favor, though he seemed to struggle as he fiddled with the buttons on my shirt. He hesitated for a moment before unzipping my pants too, pushing them down my thighs. I slipped out of them.
He stopped to stare me down as his swollen lips parted and closed, taking the sight in.
“You’re staring.”
“I know,” he responded with a small, sheepish smile. “Couldn’t resist.”
“Couldn’t resist, huh?”
I pulled his pants down along with his boxers, leaving him bare. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him: his lean body, pale skin tinged with pink hues, his chest rising and falling with each breath, face flushed, eyes glazed with desire, cock hard and twitching and already dripping with need for me.
Fuck.
I found that mouth of his again, kissing him until he was gasping and trembling in my arms. I never knew a mouth could be so addicting. I could kiss him forever.
Flipping him around, I bent him over the desk. A small laugh escaped his lips, and he turned back to look at me over his shoulder. My eyebrow raised in question. Was this too much for him? If he wanted to stop I would, but I could feel him eagerly rubbing his ass against me.
“This is Tracy’s desk, you know?” he said.
I shrugged, smiling back. “Serves her right for her big mouth.”
I reached for my pants, for my wallet, taking out the lube packet and condom stashed at the back. “This will be one thing she’ll never know to gossip about.”
Spencer’s gaze shifted to the condom and lube in my hand. “Interesting.”
“What? I always carry these in case of... emergencies.”
“I didn’t ask,” he replied, the smile on his face growing wider. “I guess this qualifies as an emergency then?”
He had no idea.
I brought my hand down with a sharp slap against his round bottom, the sound cracking through the room, eliciting a surprised yelp from him, followed by laughter.
I didn’t think I’d ever heard Spencer laugh like that before. So unguarded. Laughter spilling out of him like he couldn’t hold it back.
My chest tightened as I watched him. How did I go this long without having him as mine?
I pulled down my underwear and his laughter died as his gaze zeroed in on my cock.
Desire like nothing I’d ever seen masked his face. He licked his lips, then bit hard on his bottom lip. His eyes slowly traveled up my body until they locked onto mine. His pupils were dilated, dark and hungry with want.
A shiver ran through me... the way he looked at me, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
He didn’t take his eyes off me as I poured lube down his crack and my fingers prepped his hole, nor did his gaze flutter when I slipped the condom on and aligned myself to his entrance.
“You want this?” I gave him a light poke. A sharp moan left his lips and his eyes rolled shut as he pushed his hips back.
“Oh, yes . . .”
The desperation was evident in his voice. The sight of him with his legs spread apart, bent over like this alone was... Fuck me . I just had to give us what we both wanted. I couldn’t stall any longer.
I pushed in and was met with resistance, but his tight muscles soon adjusted, stretching around my cock. He was so fucking tight and felt so fucking good. It was driving me crazy.
“Finn,” he mewled. The sound of my name dragging on his tongue did something to me. All reason left my head, with only a primal need to claim him filling my mind.
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled his back flush against me as I thrust into him, sheathing into his warmth. God, he was so warm. Every breath he took, every tremble of his body as I rocked into him, got me off further. There was no end to it. Every little sound he made, the way his muscles squeezed my cock, the way he moaned my name, was a new discovery that kept showing more and more of the man Spencer Faulkner was.
“Right there. Ah! That feels so good . . .” he moaned.
My lips were all over him, everywhere I could find skin. All over his back, his neck, all the way to the side of his jaw. When he tilted his head and panted my name, my lips claimed that sinful mouth one more time.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned against his lips as my body slapped against his. Spencer tensed and clenched his ass around my cock every time I thrust into him.
I was losing my damn mind. And I liked it. God, I liked everything about him.
My hand slipped lower, gliding down the smooth muscles of his abdomen to between his thighs. I closed my fingers around his cock.
“Finn!” he exhaled, throwing his head back against my shoulder. His entire body seemed to be caught in another kind of bliss, and so was mine. “You’re getting me close... so close. Oh, fuck!”
“I want you to come for me,” I said, thrusting harder now. Wave after wave of pleasure spread through my body, leaving no part of me untouched. I knew it would be like this.
So fucking good it almost hurt.
I stroked him. Hard. Fast. I was eager to tip him over that edge and see what expression he would make when he finally raptured.
It didn’t take long. A few more thrusts and he was there.
A scream tore from him as he came with a violent shake, and his face, ah, his face... bliss.
My own explosion soon followed, ripping through my body. “ Mmf ... fuck.” I buckled over him from the sheer force of it. My eyes rolled shut as I soared on the heights of euphoria, a realization hitting me then and there.
There was no way I was letting him go.
There was no way in hell I could let this guy go after having tasted him.
When our breaths came back to normal, I pulled out of him and grabbed a few tissues.
I could just let this stay here. Have it be a parting gift.
A moment that we would never forget.
But . . .
Fuck that.
Only the truth between us now, Spence.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said, buttoning my shirt after we’d both cleaned up. “Maybe this doesn’t have to be the last night for us. We could make this a thing. A more... defined one.”
Spencer eyed me. “Are you saying you want us to date, Finn Parker?”
“That depends on your answer. If you say yes, then yes, I’m asking you out. If you say no...” I held his gaze. “If you say no, I’m still asking you out.”
He laughed, and damn me, it would take a while to get used to this side of him.
“Yes. I think I’d like that,” Spencer said, his face lighting up. “If we can figure out the distance.”
Once again, it made my whole body react. I winked. Mentally, I was already calculating flight times between Boston and Dallas because fuck me if I wasn’t making the trip every weekend to see him.
“If we can figure out how to be co-workers in the same building, we can figure out the fucking distance,” I grumbled.
I went in for another kiss, and he let me have it. His body melted against mine as we kissed once again, slower, deeper, more passionate than any other kiss I could remember. We stood there for a long time, as if catching up for all the time we missed. It took every effort in me to break away.
“Why don’t you come over to my place for the rest of the night?” I said, breaking our lips apart.
“Uh...” Spencer looked around the room. “But what about—” He made a small gesture, pointing out the mess that was left around us, the aftermath of my send-off party.
“Eh, let the cleaning staff deal with it in the morning,” I said. “I’m not staying here a moment longer when I know I can spend it with you in the comfort of my home.”
I just couldn’t wait to get home with him and have more “catch-up” time.
Three freaking years!
Damn you, Spencer Faulkner.
THE END