Page 65 of Whiskey Proposal

“More,” I gasp.

He moves to the other side, and I scissor my legs as well as I can. Have I ever been this turned on before? We haven’t done that much foreplay, and it’s been me getting him off.

Just when the suction of his mouth pales against the throb of my pussy, he drops to his knees. Hooking his fingers in my waistband, he draws them down my thighs. I wiggle enough to make it happen, and then my bare ass is on the cool desktop.

“Spread those knees wide, Em. I’m hungry.”

I’m helpless to do as he says. He’s the answer to all this pressure inside me, pushing out and demanding. Shadows fall across the office, and he delves between my legs. He licks through my seam and finds my clit like he’s gone down on me a million times.

Pleasure rocks me, and I prop a hand behind me. I shove my other hand through his hair and hang on.

The ride he takes me on is smooth, but strong. “Lane.” Like the last time, I’m begging him. Pleading. The pleasure that’s only seconds away might spin my world around, but it might just be worth it.

I hitch my knees up and rest my heels on the edge of the desk. The wanton woman I’ve become is a stranger. I’m not like this, but I’ll turn myself inside out for Lane. My thighs flex as I roll and thrust into him.

When he pushes a finger inside, a sigh leaves me. Finally, I’m full. But even in my blissed-out state, I know it could be more. I’ve had that more in my mouth.

He puts his thumb in place of his tongue. “Ride it.”

I keep doing exactly that.

“Look at you. So fucking needy, but only I can do this.” He kisses the inside of a thigh.

“Yes.”

He scrapes his teeth along the inside of my leg. “Say it louder.”

“God yes.”

“Fuck, Em. I’m hard again.” He grips his shaft. Lane has control of me and himself. “You do this to me. You and this needy cunt of yours that just begs for me. Only”—he plants another kiss right over where his thumb is working me—“you.”

When he replaces his thumb with his tongue, I lose it. I catapult into the stars. “Lane!”

Euphoria washes over me. I arch so far, I would’ve fallen off the desk, but he keeps me in place.

I’m all his.

The thought is a splash of cold water, but it heats up again as soon as he rises. He’s still working me with his hand, eking every last drop of pleasure from me, and he shoves his pants down with the other.

He’s slowed his pace, and aftershocks ripple through me, making me almost too sensitive. Not enough to stop this. Because I have to know what’s coming next.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks with a rasp.

I lick my dry lips. The force of my undulations isn’t as strong. I’ve never not used protection. For the extra mile, I’m taking the pill. I wasn’t going to attach myself to someone who didn’t plan to stick around. “I’m on birth control.”

He centers himself and pushes my legs even farther apart. We’re soaked in darkness, and a shadowed Lane sends ripples of awareness over my skin.

“Nothing between us.” His hold on my knees tightens. “This pussy is mine.”

“Yours.” There’s an echo between my ribs. I’m his.

But for how long?

Then he pushes in, slowly filling me in a way that’s so damn right, and I don’t care. For now, I need this pleasure. I get something to keep with me.

“Lane,” I whimper.

“I’ve got you.” He seats himself fully. “Fuck, you grip me so well. Perfect, like you were made for me.”