Page 40 of Solitary Man

I trembled harder, so turned on now, so wet, it was almost embarrassing. “I…I…”

“Tell me,” he rumbled.

Those blue eyes were locked on mine, looking deep, drawing me in until all I saw was Cash. “I imagined you coming in here like this…bending me over my lovely new desk and taking me from behind.”

His big body shuddered. “Imagined doing the same thing while I made it.”

“You did?” I asked, sounding as breathless as I felt.

He dipped his chin, then gripped my hips and jerked me forward so I was balanced on the edge of the seat. He hooked one long, thick finger around the fabric between my legs and pulled it aside again. “So wet.”

My heart raced faster. “Yes.”

“All for me?”

“Yes.”

He dipped his head and breathed deeply, then growled like a ravenous beast. His hands gripped my butt, holding firm, and he moved in, dragging his tongue through the center of me.

I arched against his mouth, crying out—his tongue against my aching flesh was pure heaven. His fingers flexed against my butt cheeks, digging deep, holding me against his mouth. Holding me immobile. There was no wriggle room, no escape from him. He licked me, sucked me, played with me until I was fisting his hair and whimpering.

“I-I’m going to…”

His mouth was gone, right before I went over the peak. I cried out, an anguished sound. So achy and desperate for him to make me come. But I didn’t have time to voice my protest because Cash lifted me out of the seat, spun be around, and bent me over the desk. My shorts were torn down my legs a moment later.

I felt him right behind me, yanking open his jeans.

His foot went between mine, forcing my legs wider, then the head of his cock was at my opening. He paused and ran his hands over my bare cheeks, and I arched, lifting my ass higher, desperate for him to take me.

He grunted his approval and thrust in. All the way. Filling me to the root.

I bucked against him and screamed out, my hands flying to the edge of the desk in front of me and gripping on tight as he dragged his cock almost all the way out and slammed back in. One hand was at my hip, the other sliding to the back of my neck, holding me down as he pounded into me over and over again.

“My wife wants to be fucked over her desk? That’s what I’ll give her.”

I gasped and cried out. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Jesus, look at you,” he said, and his voice broke. “So beautiful. The way you take my cock, Riley. Next time you need me like this, you come and get me.”

“Oh, please. Please. Please, Cash,” I chanted, not knowing what I was begging for, just needing more, more of everything, more of Cash. Always more.

He bent over me, and one of his hands covered one of my own at the edge of the desk, the other sliding underneath, across my hips, and tugged me back from the edge of the desk.

His mouth went to my ear. “Can’t get enough of my cock, can you, Riley?”

“No.”

“You want it harder, don’t you? Deeper?”

I sobbed. “Yes. Yes, I need it.”

“I’ll always give you what you need, wife. Always.”

Then with a grunt, he gave me what I asked for, fucking me harder, deeper, and I sobbed again. This was amazing. What we had when we were together like this was better than anything I’d ever experienced. But I needed more. I needed Cash to let me see him. Really see him. I wanted what was in his heart.

And I wanted to make that heart mine.

I just wasn’t sure he was capable of giving it to me. If he’d ever open up. If he’d ever let me in.