Chapter Thirty-Two
I circle her as I roll up my shirt sleeves.
Her breath hitches as her eyes follow my movement.
“You’re shaking,” I say.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s cold down here.”
I walk over and sit on the edge of my desk and open my arms. “Come.”
She shakes her head. “No, thanks.”
“Come here, Harleigh,” I say again.
She drops her arms and takes a reluctant step toward me.
When she’s within reach, I grip the back of her neck and tug her face to mine. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down.
She gasps, and my tongue dips inside. This kiss is different from all our others. It’s claiming. A culmination of the pent-up frustration we’ve felt all week.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I reach up to grab her hands, bringing them back down to her sides.
She makes a frustrated sound in the back of her throat, and I break the kiss.
I release her hands and start to undo the button of her jeans. Once I have them and her panties tugged down to her knees, I clutch her waist. A second later, she’s off her feet and lying across my lap.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
I rub my palm over her bare cheek.
“You have a beautiful ass,” I say.
“Porter,” she groans.
“Four licks,” I say. “That’s your punishment.”
I lift my hand and bring it down hard. She jumps as it smacks against her flesh. The skin turns slightly pink, and I rub the spot gently.
I mutter, “One.”
When her breathing evens out again, I raise my arm once more, my palm coming down on the other cheek.
“Two.”
She grunts, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. Instead, she flattens her chest against the desk beside my leg, causing her ass to rise higher.
“Three.”
She moans as I caress her. Smoothing the sting.
“Four.”
I slip my hand between her legs.
“Geezus, you’re soaked,” I say, and I sink a finger inside her.
She lies still, like a good girl. My fingers dipping and curling as I play with her wet pussy.
I grow painfully hard beneath her. Her stomach pressing into my lap as she squirms.
I continue to pump in and out of her until her back arches.
“Porter, please,” she pants.
I remove my hand, and she lets out a little cry of protest. I clasp her hips and flip her over. Setting her on her feet.
I stand, remove my shoes, and undress. Tossing my shirt and suit pants into one of the navy chairs in front of me.
Then I scoop her up into my arms and walk past the door behind my desk.
Her eyes widen in surprise. “You have your own hotel suite?”
I sit on the bed and stand her between my legs. I finish removing her shoes and jeans. She lifts her arms, and I tug her shirt over her head. And unclasp her bra.
She climbs into my lap and straddles me. We’re nose to nose. I bring my mouth to hers, and she starts moving her hips, grinding against my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”
“I want a condom,” she says.
I produce the foil package. She takes it from me and rips it open, then leans back and rolls it over me.
She lifts her hips, and I guide my tip to her entrance.
“Porter,” she gasps as my thumb strokes her clit.
She sinks down onto my cock slowly.
Painfully slow.
Her forehead rests against mine.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides me. “Feels so good.”
I clasp her hips and twist.
She lands beneath me, and her legs fall open. I thrust leisurely as I make love to her. Peppering kisses on her forehead, her eyes, and her nose.
Driving us both wild.
She begs me to go faster, but I take my time.
When she can no longer stand it, she digs her fingers into my lower back and demands, “Harder, Porter. I’m so close; I need it harder.”
I dip my head and bite a nipple.
“Patience, baby. I don’t want to rush it.”
Her legs come up and lock around my waist, and she starts rocking her hips faster and faster. Finally, I give in and begin drilling into her until her muscles flutter around me.
She cries my name.
It’s the sweetest sound.