Page 74 of The Encore Effect

He released his hold on his cock and slid two fingers inside her as her clit began to pulse against his tongue. She gasped, her back arching off the table, and she came apart, writhing against his mouth.

When she collapsed back against the table, he got to his feet, those two fingers still gently teasing her. With the back of his free hand, he wiped his mouth. “How long?” he asked.

She laughed, an exhausted puff of air that made pride swell in his chest, and checked her watch. “Fourteen minutes—oh!” She broke off on a startled inhale as he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding all the way in on one smooth stroke.

He hooked one of her legs and hiked it over his hip, holding it there with one hand as he dragged his nails over the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh with the other. “Think you can make it another fourteen minutes?” he asked.

“Can you?”

He thrust, hard, just to hear her gasp and the pleasure-drunk exhale that followed. “Love those sounds you make,” he said, moving one hand to rub rough circles against her clit. “Love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you. Love how you look with my cock inside you.”

“I love having your cock inside me,” she said, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Love that little shivery thing you do when I press right here.” He shifted his hand again, this time pressing firmly across her lower belly. She sucked in a breath, a quiver moving through her, and he grinned.

“I love how well you know me,” she said, lacing her fingers with his over her belly and urging him to press harder.

The engagement ring on her finger glinted in the light filtering through the blinds on the opposite side of the room. He ran his thumb over the stone. “Love my ring on your finger.”

She exhaled shakily. “I love that, too.”

He swallowed down the rest of his list, all the thousands of things he loved about her. This wasn’t the time, not with the sounds of their fucking echoing off the walls of a low-budget conference room. Still, from the tender look in her eyes, he was fairly certain she heard them anyway.

She opened her mouth as though she might be the one to say it first, to give voice to the words screaming inside his head. Instead, she crossed her ankles at the small of his back and urged him closer as the telltale flutters of her impending orgasm wrapped around him.

“I love when you come inside me,” she panted.

One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Yeah? You think this pretty pussy is ready for me to fill it up?” She made some kind of unintelligible noise that he took for assent as she slammed her hips against his. “You going to go back out there with a pussy full of my cum, Luna?”

“God, yes,” she moaned.

“Alright, baby. I’ll fill you up. But one condition.”

“Anything,” she said, her head thrashing back and forth on the table as her orgasm drew closer.

“You keep every drop inside.” She turned a questioning gaze his way, her breasts rising and falling in distracting, glorious ways as she panted. He released his hold on her leg and reached forward, pinching one stiff nipple just to hear her sharp cry of pleasure. “Keep those thighs together. Keep it all inside. I’m going to check when we leave here. Stick my fingers inside this tight little cunt and see if you’ve done as I’ve told you. And if you aren’t absolutely fucking full of my cum when I do…” He chuckled darkly. “Well, then I’m just going to have to spend the rest of the day filling you back up, over and over, fuck you so full I’ll be dripping down your thighs for days. You good with that, Luna?”

Her heels dug into his back and she arched off the table. “Yeah, Becks. I’m good with that.”

“Good. Now come on my cock. Fucking let me feel it.”

He pressed harder on her belly and she cried out, her hips losing their rhythm as her climax gathered. Her back arched, mouth falling open in a silent scream as her inner muscles clamped down on him and she surrendered to her orgasm, covering them both in her release. He kept his eyes open, watching as long as he could before his own climax overtook him, heat searing his skin as he pumped into her over and over.

When at last he had emptied himself inside her, he wrapped an arm around her back and helped her to sit up on the table, kissing her like a man starved. He dropped one hand between her thighs and cupped her mound, using two fingers to push his cum back inside her. Pulling back, he glanced at the clock on the wall. With a nip at her bottom lip he said, “Three minutes to spare.”

She laughed. “Can you hand me my underwear?”

He shook his head and handed her jeans to her instead. “Those are mine now.”

She gaped at him as he tugged on his boxer briefs and jeans. “You can’t be serious.”

He pulled the panties out of his pocket and pressed them to his nose, grinning, before he tucked them away again with a smirk.

“You are not going out there with my panties in your pocket,” she hissed, pulling her shirt over her head. His smile widened as he walked backwards towards the door. “Beckett.”

“Fuck, you look good with my handprints on your tits,” he said.

She glanced down at her shirt as he opened the conference room door, as if she’d forgotten about the floured mess that had started this whole thing.