13. Millie
MILLIE
The coffee slips from my lap and onto the floor, but I hardly notice it as Ross’s mouth finds mine. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I sink into him, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, what kind of trouble I’m going to land myself into, letting myself get drawn into something like this, but as Ross’s tongue begins to explore my mouth with a soft curiosity, I know that I don’t even care.
He sinks back into his chair, pulling me with him so I fall into his lap, and I wrap my arms tight around him as I cling to him for dear life.
His hands move around me like this is what he has been waiting for all along, and I wonder, briefly, if this is what he was trying to hold back before.
When he walked in on James and me together, did he wish he could have been the one between my legs instead?
Maybe. It seems like a dangerous thing to so much as consider, to let myself believe that these men might want me the same way they did all those years ago, but as it stands, two out of the three of them seem to be just as desirous as the night we met.
“God, Millie,” he murmurs against my lips, as he pulls back slightly and catches my face in his hands.
The way he gazes at me, it’s almost as though I’m some kind of miracle, and a rush of need floods through me as I move in to kiss him again.
His touch is softer, gentler than James’s, but no less wanting.
I shift slightly, so I’m straddling him, and I can feel his erection already beginning to stir to life beneath his jeans.
He runs his fingers through my hair and down my back, cupping my ass through my skirt and pulling me onto him even closer. I let my tongue graze against his, our eyes meeting for a second, and he pushes his hips up into mine, grinding against me like he just can’t find it in him to hold back.
Our kiss deepens, bodies melting together as we make out like a pair of teenagers.
I love the way he feels beneath me, the strong sturdiness of his arms and his chest. It’s clear that he works out, and I trace my fingers over the shape of his biceps beneath his shirt, wondering just how much I can risk stripping him out of given that we’re in this office and his workmates are all on the other side of the door.
But he’s way ahead of me in that regard, hand snaking up beneath my skirt to pull off my panties before I even know what he’s doing.
He lets them drop to the floor below us, and then wraps his hand around his cock, drawing himself from his pants so I can see the drop of glistening pre-cum on his tip.
He strokes himself a couple of times, letting me see him, allowing me to play the voyeur for a moment before I feel him inside of me.
After my encounter with James was interrupted the other day, I’ve been left wanting and needy for something more—and now, it seems, Ross is more than happy to give it to me.
Lift yourself up,” he tells me softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. I arch my hips slightly, so that I’m hovering just an inch or two away from his tip.
“Good,” he murmurs as he rolls up the bottom of my skirt, making sure he can see every inch of me. “Now…lower yourself onto my cock.”
I follow his orders at once, almost in some kind of trance to the sound of his voice. I glance downward to take it in as I inch down on top of him, feeing the nudge of his head at my entrance before he slips deep inside of me.
He brings his hands to my hips, guiding me the last few inches of the way down, and brings me to a halt when our bodies are pressed flush together, no space left between us at all.
He stirs his hips against mine for a moment, lifting his gaze so he can watch my reaction as he does so, and then, holding me in place, he begins to move inside me properly.
He flexes his hips up against mine as he keeps me there, driving himself up and into me over and over again. I can hear the lewd sound of our bodies coming together, mingled with our sharp breaths, and I know there’s nothing I want more than to just let him have every part of me he wants.
When I’m with him, when I’m with any of them, it’s like every bit of control I have over myself just gives way, and all I can do is let them have me like this, in any way they want me.
Ross reaches up to cup the back of my head and pulls me down into another kiss as he fucks me, his tongue delving into my mouth with the same passion his cock does into my pussy. I’m breathing hard against him now, the pleasure starting to build within me.
For a moment, my mind flashes back to being with James, the way his tongue worked between my legs to push me over the edge, and I moan.
The thought of that encounter being a prelude to this one, foreplay to make Ross want me more than he could resist, it’s hot in a way I didn’t know my body would respond to.
He slips his hand down to my mound, palm against my belly as he reaches down to play with my clit. The sudden shock of the new sensation is almost overwhelming, my body in complete submission to his as I let him give me what I want.
I can’t hold back, don’t want to, as I grip on to the back of the chair, using it as leverage to move myself down against him with even more passion and purpose.
I don’t know if anything could draw us apart right now, even if someone were to throw open that door and catch us in the act, just as he had with James and me a few days ago.
In fact, the thought sends a spiraling thrill of excitement through me, knowing how much danger we could be putting ourselves in, and neither of us can give enough of a damn to make it stop.
I press my forehead against his, breathing him in as his fingers continue to trace circles against my clit, his breath hot on my skin, his eyes aflame with a need that seems to reach down deep inside of me and demand every moment of his attention.
With one last thrust, I feel him reach his release inside of me, a frantic want overwhelming him as he drives himself all the way inside of me and then stills himself there. The warmth of his seed pulses within me, the feeling so intense it’s like it burns through every inch of me at once.
I can’t do anything but give myself to him, anything but let this delicious sensation take control of me.
I sink my hips down against him, enveloping every inch of his cock inside of me to make sure that I don’t spill a drop, and the look in his eyes is all it takes for my body to crest into the release I have been waiting for too.
I sigh as I come, more relief than anything else, back arching into him as our bodies sink together. He moves his hand from my belly to the small of my back, cupping it lightly there for a moment and pulling me close to him, as though he can’t stand for there to be any distance between us at all.
I know how he feels.
I part my lips, dragging them against his, trying to find the language to tell him what’s going through my mind and failing miserably.
It’s been so long since we were last together, and yet when he touches me like this, it’s as though the years just fall away, as though nothing at all has changed between us.
I know, of course, that it has—that my entire life has flipped on its head since the last time I was with this man. But when he touches me like this, holds me the way he does, the time vanishes.
He rocks me gently on his cock a few more times before he eases me off, letting me slip down into his lap and rest there for a moment while I catch my breath. I loop my arms around him, hanging on for dear life—no way can I risk standing up right now, not without my legs giving out underneath me.
He grins, clearly sensing how hard it is for me to keep myself together. “You okay?” he asks softly, his voice a little gravelly from the exertion.
I nod. “I think so,” I murmur back, brushing my fingers over his cheek and looking into his eyes. I love the way he seems to soften in these moments, his guard down.
Ross, out of the three of them, seems to be the most reserved, and I wonder how long it will be before I get to catch a glimpse of him like this again. If it takes hooking up with him in his office to make it happen…well, I guess that’s just a sacrifice I’ll have to make, huh?
“You should get yourself dressed,” he tells me, rubbing his thumb along my spine. “Don’t want to be late for the appointment, huh?”
“Sure, sure,” I reply. “Just give me a second. Not sure I’m up to standing yet.”
He chuckles, gently coaxing me to my feet and offering me a hand to rest on so my legs don’t fail me entirely. Today, I’m meant to be confirming the pregnancy—but honestly, after what we just did, if I’m not pregnant already, I know for damn sure that I will be now.
And as I feel Ross’s gaze lingering on my face, I know that there’s nothing at all I wouldn’t do to make sure that I give him—and James and Cole—everything that they could ever ask for.