Page 128 of My Husband Problem

Her meaning crashes into me. “You want…my cock?”

I almost choke on the last word. Only because I want that so much. And because I thought we were so far away from that.

“So much,” she breathes out.

My hand has stalled between her legs, but I feel her pussy clench around my fingers. “Now?” I clarify.

Again, her inner muscles tighten around my fingers. “Yes.”

I’ve made it a conscious habit not to question her in these matters. But considering where we are, and when, this time I say, “Are you sure?”

She wiggles her gorgeous hips against my hand. “I know it’s really naughty, but I want you so much. I’m so ready.”

Maybe the setup is part of why she’s ready. She shared that she’s had fantasies about desks and the two of us. I know she likes my suits. I grin down at her. Giving her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it, is my mission in life. “You can always have whatever you want from me.”

She gives me a smile that says I gave her exactly the right answer.

“Then I need more than your fingers right now.”

I withdraw my fingers from her perfect pussy and lift them to my mouth, our gazes locked as I suck her sweetness from my fingers fully before I shrug out of my jacket, unbuckle my belt, and open my pants.

“If we’re going to do this on your desk before a game with more than half the town waiting downstairs,” I say, spelling it allout, playing into the impropriety of the moment. “Then I’m not going to be able to fully undress.”

I push my briefs out of the way and let her take a long look at my throbbing cock before I take it in my fist and give it a long stroke.

She’s still lying back on her desk, and her eyes are fully dilated, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink.

She nods and tells me in a husky voice. “I understand.”

I step forward, teasing her slick opening with the head of my cock, and nearly going to my knees at even that much contact.

“Firework, you may not be the one going off quick this time.”

She gives me a sexy, playful smile. “The always-in-charge Declan O’Grady might lose control?”

I slide a hand up her thigh and squeeze. “You obliterate everything I thought I once knew about myself.”

Her smile grows even brighter. “I probably like that too much.”

I run the head of my cock up and down her slit again. “You can like that as much as you want.”

“More, Declan,” she says, wiggling against me.

I start to press forward, the head of my cock sliding just inside when a thought occurs and I pause. “Hold on.”

I quickly extract my wallet from my pants pocket and toss it onto the desk. I flip it open one-handed and withdraw the condom I tucked inside with high hopes. I lift it to my mouth, tear it open with my teeth, and then roll it down my aching length.

I lean over swiftly and kiss her hard. “Now I’m ready.”

“Declan,” she says against my mouth.

“Yes,” I say.

“Fuck me.”

A shudder goes through my body, and I press against her. I know that I need to take this slow. She’s been doing so well witheverything we’ve been doing. I know that with my fingers and the dilatators, she can take a lot of stretch, but we still have to go slow and easy. This is new.

But as I slide forward, she is wet and hot, and there is a little resistance. I pull back to look at her when I am about halfway in.