Chapter 99: Chapter Twenty-Three: For The Love of Desks-5

Skimming the edges of my underwear, his fingers carefully slipped behind the fabric, tracing the outline of where they wanted to enter. My legs eased further apart of their own volition, my ankles hooking around Luke’s waist. His fingers nudged at my entrance, one slipping into the moist heat easily. His teeth lightly grazed around a nipple just before that first finger plunged in fully—the dual sensations snapping the thin hold I had on the world and shaking me to my core. I cried out at the contact, my back arched and my hands fisting plenty of Luke’s shirt by the shoulders. “Hush, baby. It’s alright,” he murmured against my mouth, kissing the corners as I moaned his name over and over again, almost matching the rhythm of his finger slipping in and out of me. “I’ve got you, Max. I’ve got you once. I want you to do it again for me, okay?” My voice came out choked as I shook my head, the aftermath of that first intense physical release competing with the cluster of emotions blooming from every part of me. “I can’t… Luke, I…” He kissed me slowly this time, his other hand descending to join the other between my legs. I couldn’t remember when one finger became two, my brain shutting down further when he pressed his thumb right on that pressure point above where his fingers penetrated me. The tempo of his movements picked up, easily gliding in and out of me as my pleasure built again. I groaned and reached for him. “Kiss me… please.” His mouth was just as aggressive as his fingers now, his tongue stroking in and out in a dual assault to my senses. “This will be me inside of you very soon,” he murmured as we pulled apart for a quick intake of air, his hips pressing against my leg, the hard, rigid shape of his erection nearly burning its outline on my skin. “I will take you slow. I will take you fast. I will take you tenderly. I will take you hard… and each time, you’ll come apart, Max.” And I shattered—like innumerable specks of the sun exploding into the air in a burst of light and heat, suspended in the briefest measure of time before dissolving into my skin. His fingers left me hastily and I lifted my head just as Luke grappled with his belt, freeing himself in seconds. “Max, help me.” His voice was strained with pained pleasure, his brows pulled in tight as his hand wrapped around the hard, heavy length of him. “I need you to touch me.” As if pulled by the visual with a string, I sat up, pushing myself to the edge of the desk and carefully curling my fingers around him, fascinated by the heat and velvety softness of his skin that covered what felt like long hard steel underneath. “Move…” he whispered as his head rolled back, his eyes squeezing close. “Move your hand…” I followed his instructions, gliding along the length tentatively at first before his telltale moans told me he liked it faster. “Oh, God.” I watched as his Adam’s apple moved up and down his throat as he held himself together through my quickening strokes. I leaned close and pressed an open kiss on the base of his throat, my free hand tugging at the buttons of his shirt until it fell open in the center. My lips trailed down the hard planes of his chest, stopping at a flat dark nipple. My tongue flicked out and tasted the salt of his skin, the hand I had wrapped around his erection tightening its grip. Luke opened his eyes, his eyes a searing blue flame, and caught my hair in his fingers as he yanked me close for a hard kiss. My hand shifted around him, my thumb brushing the moist tip and circling the dampness around the smooth skin. Luke ripped his mouth from me, his forehead pressing down my left shoulder as he shuddered, a long, ragged groan escaping him. I didn’t move my hand away from the wet, sticky mess as I continued to hold him, murmuring his name softly as I angled my face to brush a kiss on his ear while he fought to regain his breathing. Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes barely visible from the messy locks that had fallen across his forehead. Using my free hand, I brushed his hair away, my fingertips smoothing over the light sheen of sweat above his dark brows. His eyes were bright like blue sapphires in what I just realized now to be a dim room with all the blinds drawn in, their sharp glow a seductive contrast to the languid smile that curved one corner of his mouth. “Hi,” I said, kissing the tip of his nose. “Hi,” he greeted back, smacking a quick kiss on my lips before glancing down between us. When he looked back up, he had a smirk on even though his cheeks were slightly pink. “I’m usually a lot smoother than this,” he said as he reached for the box of tissue behind me. I shrugged. “I don’t need you smooth, Luke. I just need you to be the way you are with me.” And the sweet kiss he gave me in response promised just that. Where Luke and I were concerned, there were no real plans, or a strict script. We ended up here without knowing where we were going in the first place and despite the rough ride, we were clear on what happened next. You get there first. And then you stay for good. === It was at the end of the day and I was just putting my coat on while Luke waited when my phone blared with a call. “Zoe?” “Put Luke on the phone,” she said without any preliminaries. I glanced at Luke who was watching me from where he perched on the edge of my desk. Desks. For when there’s no bed. I was going to say that out loud but even if the office was already mostly empty, we were way too public for the kind of things I had in mind in relation to desks. “Why would I do that?” I asked, my brow arching. Call me psychic but I was pretty sure Zoe just rolled her eyes at me even though I couldn’t see it. “Chill, Max. He’s all yours,” she said with a laugh. Another female voice that sounded very much like Jillian laughed along in the background. “I just need to convince him of why he needs to give you up for the night.” “Don’t I need to be convinced first?” I asked. “Maybe I don’t want to be given up.” Zoe snorted. “I know you’re all over Luke right now like hot fudge on a sundae but Jill and I have an entire girls’ night planned out in preparation for your birthday, okay? The only babes invited to this gig is you, me and Jill. No hunky hockey players, or hot CEOs or yummy lawyers allowed, okay?” “Lawyers?” I echoed, confused for one bit. “Oh, Ryan. You’re talking about Alex, Luke and Ryan.” “Yeah, they’re banned,” Zoe confirmed. “So put Luke on the phone so I can tell him how he can ace his first test as a not-too-domineering, not-too-possessive boyfriend. We girls got your granola tonight, if you know what I mean.”