Page 58 of The Pact
We both knew this was coming. It was just a matter of time.
My hand on her waist reaches around her, and I grab on to her ass, then run my hand up to the waistband of her leggings. I slip my hand in just enough to feel the string of her thong.
She breaks the kiss, panting.
“Wait,” she says.
I rest my forehead against hers.
“We agreed we wouldn’t do this again.”
I chuckle and pull my head back. “I only agreed with you because it was what you needed to hear. I’m all for doing it again.”
“Saint, be serious for a minute.”
“Oh, I’m being very serious,” I say, peppering kisses along her jaw.
Her hands move to my stomach, like she’s considering pushing me away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she slips her hands under my shirt, tracing the ridges of my stomach muscles.
“If you really don’t want to fuck me, let me at least get you off. I can see it in your eyes, Doc. You need it.”
She bites her lip, and it makes my already-hard-as-steel cock twitch in my shorts. And I know she feels it because her gaze drops to my dick.
“We’re at work.”
“And?” I frame her face in my hands and kiss her nose. “I’ll lock the door.”
“What if …” she starts.
I put my thumbs under her jaw and tip her face so she’s looking me in the eye.
“Never mind, forget it.”
“Tell me.”
“Okay, so you’re right. I definitely need … something. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me today, but I cannot stop thinking about the last time we were together. Just watching you today … I felt like a stalker. Then I practically ran into my office and considered—” She stops.
“Presley. What did you consider?”
She covers her face with her hands. “I can’t say it.”
I pull her hands away from her face. “I want to hear the words. I think I know, but I need to hear it.”
She looks me in the eye, and my fierce girl is back. My straight-forward, no-fear, Presley.
“All I kept thinking about was fucking you on my desk. And the way your perfect cock would slide in and out of my pussy.”
“Fuck,” I say, tilting my head back. “Please tell me what you considered doing with those thoughts.”
“I was a breath away from slipping my hand into my pants. Then you knocked on the door.” She raises a brow. Almost in a challenge.
I breathe in a deep breath through my nose. “And you really want to stick with yourno fucking againrule?”
She looks away briefly. “As much as I want you, I don’t think we should.”
I study her face, and I see how bad she wants me. Almost as badly as I want her.
“Please let me get you off, Doc. We don’t have to fuck. But for the love of God, let me touch you. I beg you.”
