Page 12 of The Pact
My pace quickens as the friction builds. Presley’s voice becomes a series of soft moans, her head tilted back as she grips my shoulders. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter shut. I bury my face in her neck, the coconut and sweat on her skin filling my lungs. And I push harder.
My vision starts to blur as I feel her pussy clench around my cock. Nothing else exists but this. Just the sound of our skin slapping together, our breaths mingling.
“Saint. Saint, I’m?—”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I pant, my hands sliding under her hips to bring her even closer. “Stay with me.”
She cries out, her nails digging into my back as she shatters. The sight of her coming apart, the sound of her calling my name—it’s the final trigger that sends me over the edge moments later. I take her mouth with mine as I erupt inside of her. A guttural sound escapes me as I pour eleven years of wanting her into the kiss.
I pull my head back to catch my breath, the silence between us heavy but sweet. I want to stay buried in her for as long as she’ll let me.
Her head rests on my shoulder, her warm breath shaky against my skin.
Slowly, I pull back, but only because I can feel my cum starting to leak out of her and onto the desk. I release my hold on her legs as I slide out. Already semi hard and ready to go again.
She scoots off the desk, picks up her clothes, and starts to dress.
I grab my shirt, but wipe down the desk before putting it back on, and I issue a silent apology to whoever uses this desk next. Then I set the papers I knocked off back on the desk and finish dressing.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into my chest, turning us and leaning against the desk so she’s between my legs. She feels small against me, even though she’s a tall woman. Her head tucks under my chin, and I can feel her heartbeat leveling out.
Her hand rests on my thigh. “So, I suppose,” she says, tracing a scar on my leg, “this will make the progress report for today a little more complicated to write.”
I let out a low, deep laugh that vibrates through the room. I pull back enough to look at her face. “Just say I had a highly unconventional form of … hydrotherapy. Or you can say I’m a miracle of modern medicine.” I kiss the top of her head, the damp hair sticking to my lips. “Whatever you decide, I think my knee is at one hundred percent. In fact, you might agree that I’m overperforming.”
She laughs and smacks my thigh.
“Maybe leave out the part that we made a mess of the room and left our mark on the desk,” I tease.
She looks up at me, smiling, but I see the vulnerability in her eyes that she always tries to hide now that the adrenaline is fading.
I cup her face. “Hey. You okay?”
“I’m okay,” she says, reaching up, tracing the line of my jaw. “I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page aboutwhat this was. I don’t want to lose our friendship. I don’t want this to make things weird between us. Promise me it won’t.”
“I promise,” I say, my voice serious. I take her hand from my face and kiss her palm. “I could never lose you. You’re my best friend too. That won’t change.”
She looks at me for a beat, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “Okay, so we’ve scratched the itch. One and done.”
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be one time; we could always come up with some kind of arrangement.” I cup my dick.
Presley laughs, then leans in, stealing another kiss. “Saint, we can’t. The season will be here before we know it. I can’t be around you at work, thinking about fucking you all the time.”
She wiggles out of my hold. “Let’s get out of here before security or my dad finds us. I think I have some mint Oreos in my office that are calling your name as a reward for your hard work today.”
“Oreos?” I grin, standing and reaching for our clothes. “Now you’re talkin’.”
As we walk out of the office and back across the turf, I feel a sense of stability I haven’t felt in years. Probably even before my dad died. Sure, a line between us has been crossed today, and this is sure to wreck me much harder than that kiss did eight years ago. But I know whatever happens next, I’ll keep my promise to her just like I did then and never let this come between us. Because I need her in my life, and if friendship is all she can give me, I’ll take it.
But I won’t say I’m not hoping for a repeat. Because that was the best sex of my life, and frankly, now that I’ve had a taste, I only want her more.
CHAPTER THREE
Saint
It’s been two weeks, and Presley hasn’t said a word about us finally giving in to our attraction. And as much as I want to bring it up, I won’t because she’s too important to me, and if I push her for a repeat or even try to talk about it, she’ll ice me out.
So, we go back to being friends, like we agreed.
