Page 86 of Miss Understanding

“I don’t care.” And I didn’t. I pulled her back into my arms and met her lips again before trailing my kisses down to her neck and behind her ear. “I promised this would never happen here in the office. That we wouldn’t do this here.”

She kissed me back, igniting my need to have her. My hand dove under her skirt, swiping her thong to the side, fingers searching for her pussy. Jesus. She was wet. Clearly as turned on as I was with this impromptu make-out session.

“I need you,” I muttered, unable to stop this madness.

She was working my belt buckle. “I need you, too. It was too long of a week to go without touching you like this.”

Yes, it was. “I need a condom.”

“Do you have one in your wallet?”

“No. Shit. Wait. I think I have one in my desk.”

My answer earned me a raised brow, making me amend that remark. “It was for a campaign for safe sex for a client we were representing. They gave them out. I stuck mine in a drawer.” God, I hoped I still had it from months ago. Otherwise, this wasn’t happening.

After rifling through my bottom drawers like a madman, I pulled it out like a prize. “Aha.”

She giggled, coming around to move my keyboard and sit up on my desk in front of my chair. All laughing stopped once we reached for one another again. We were frantic. Me with sliding off her panties. Her with undoing my trousers and taking out my cock.

“This will be quick, but I promise to make it up to you this weekend.”

“I’m holding you to your promise. Now, how do you want me?”

“On your feet, bent over the desk with your ass in the air.” It was like a fantasy to watch her assume the position.

My hands massaged her globes, wishing I had more time to play. “We have to be quiet. Can you do it?”

“Uh-huh. Just fuck me, Liam.”

Jesus. She had no idea what her words did to me. I quickly sheathed myself in the condom, wincing when I realized it was a bit snug, but it didn’t matter as I had the perfect woman over my desk. I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity after having thought about her all week.

When I pushed inside her, we both groaned, though trying to keep the volume down. She was both snug and wet. Perfect. I pulled out slightly before pushing home again. I’d give anything to pound into her harder and faster, but I knew it would be too noisy. Too risky to make loud sounds. I relied on measured thrusts, reaching around to play with her clit. She went off in record time, turning her mouth into her arm to keep from crying out. I followed quickly, grinding out my orgasm deep inside of her.

We were both still panting when I pulled out slowly. I was already wishing I had more time, so I could spread her out on my couch and pleasure her with my tongue.

She stood up and watched me tie off the condom, careful to wrap it in tissues so no one would see it in my trash. While I zipped up, she found her panties and straightened her skirt.

“Well, that was unexpected,” she said, grinning.

I couldn’t return the grin. Instead, reality started to sink in. I was now reeling from the fact I’d crossed a line. A big one. If the wrong person had come looking for me, it could’ve cost me everything. “This was a mistake.”

Her face fell. “Why do I feel like I’m the one getting the lecture here when it was you who initiated it?”

“I’m not lecturing. I’m simply stating a fact.” Shit. I was being an asshole and couldn’t seem to stop the runaway train. I was freaking out at the line we’d crossed. “We can’t do this again here.”

“Don’t worry. At this point, you could’ve left out the last word.” She then turned and walked out.

* * *

Self-reflection ran deep later that night as I nursed a bourbon in my living room, replaying the afternoon in my head. I was a dick. Kendall deserved an apology. I’d taken out my frustration with myself for crossing a line I never thought I would directly on her and it hadn’t been fair. Did I mention I was an asshole?

I texted her with, “I’m sorry.”

Nothing came back, but she was in class, so I waited. By the time nine o’clock rolled around, and she still hadn’t replied, I dialed her number.

“Hello,” she answered, sounding out of breath.

“Hi. Did I catch you at a bad time?”