I’m happy to oblige.
I do what I thought about the entire day and sit up on my knees, looking at that shirt and tearing it open. Her eyes widen, but before she can react, I hook my finger in the middle of her bra and pull it lower, letting her perfect breasts spill out.
“So fucking perfect,” I praise her again.
My mouth waters as I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. I suck, lick, and flick it with my tongue as she arches her back off the desk.
“Oh my God. Oh fuck,” Danielle pants.
I need to taste her. All of her. I slide my hand to her legs as I continue to suck her tits. As I make my way back up, I pull her skirt along with it.
When I find what’s underneath, it’s my turn to be shocked.
“Commando?”
She smirks. “Surprised?”
“Very.”
Her cheeks turn the loveliest shade of pink and I decide I want to see if they can get redder.
I get off the desk and her eyes widen. I spread her legs as I get on my knees. “I’m going to enjoy this. Lie down.”
“Milo.” She starts to protests. I’m not having any of that. I inch her a little further and flatten my tongue, tasting her.
I watch her head fall back as I do it again and instead of trying to push me away, her fingers are holding me close.
I’m not sure how long I eat her out, but I could die a happy man right here between her legs. I lick, suck, twirl around, plunging my tongue in her pussy and then back to work on her clit.
“Oh, yes. Oh, Milo. Right. Yes. Oh! Fuck.” She starts to mutter nonsense and single words as I work her over. “Going. To. Yes!”
As she falls back on the desk, unable to hold her weight anymore, I sink two fingers in her heat and I swear I could blow my load just from fingering her.
“Milo!” Danielle screams as she comes—hard.
I continue to draw out any little bit of pleasure I can, and then she sits up. “I need you.”
“You need what, sweetheart?”
“You.”
“Me to what?” I want to hear it.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I would very much like to as well.” I smile.
She sits up and then Danielle’s hand is on my belt, undoing it before she repays the favor to my shirt. She rips it apart. Her lips are on my chest as she continues to fumble with my pants. Then, her hand dips down, wrapping around my cock.
Then, she says the words every man dreams of hearing when a woman grabs his dick for the first time. “Holy shit.”
I smile, moving my mouth to her ear. “And I know how to use it.”
I pull my wallet out, fumbling for the condom and then let my trousers pool on the floor.
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You do.”
Her voice is husky when she says, “I think you know what I mean.”
Well, I have a few ideas . . .
Then she leans forward, her lips enclose around my cock and I groan, nearly buckling to the floor. “Danielle.” Her name is like a prayer because she is most definitely heaven sent.
She drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes meeting mine as I hold onto the desk to keep upright.
“Does it feel good?” she asks.
“Fucking hell it’s better than good.”
She smiles, runs her tongue from root to tip and then takes me deep. “Jesus Christ,” I start to sweat as her mouth glides up and down. While I’ve enjoyed my share of blowjobs, nothing compares to this.
She continues to milk me and as much I would love to continue this, if I don’t get inside of her in a few seconds, I might fucking die. “I need to fuck you. Right now.”
I pull her up, locking my mouth on hers and devouring her. Our tongues duel and we maneuver her back on the desk. This is far from proper, her dress around her hips, my pants around my ankles, both of us with torn shirts, but there’s nothing proper about fucking your boss.
I tear the condom open, rolling it down as she stares at me. “Last chance. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”
She hooks her hand around my neck, pulling me close. “Do your best.”
Challenge accepted.
I grip her hips and push inside.
Both of us hold onto each other as I rock back and forth. I take her hands, pinning them above her head as we continue to fuck.
Every sound she makes takes me closer.
“You feel so good,” I tell her.
“Please don’t stop,” Danielle begs. “Please. Never stop.”
If I could stay inside her forever, I would. The feel of her around me is better than I ever could’ve envisioned. We fit together perfectly.
Her hands slide up my chest and I hold her head to keep her from banging it on the desk, both of us staring into each other’s eyes.
It becomes overwhelming. The feelings I have in this moment. Danielle’s hand touches my cheek. I tilt my head and it’s all too much, I explode.
“Fuck!” I call out as I come harder than I knew possible.
And I realize almost instantly, it’s not her who is ruined, it’s me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Danielle
Oh my God.
I had hot, sweaty, and incredible desk sex with Milo.
I lie here, with him still inside me, trying not to freak out. It was like I was completely taken over by this horny crazy person who could think of nothing other than having him. Every touch made me want more. Each time he kissed me, I wanted his lips everywhere.
Then, when they were . . . I never wanted it to end.
Milo lifts his head from my breasts and looks down at me. “That was . . .”
It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. It was also a thousand lines I should’ve never crossed.
But when I look at Milo, still feeling his body against mine, the only word I can say is, “everything.”
As rough as we were, Milo was still doing everything possible to make me comfortable. He cradled my head in his hands as we made love. He kissed me over and over, told me I was beautiful, and I felt cherished.
He pulls out and I look around at the carnage of my office.
Jesus Christ. My desk is completely bare except for our bodies. My papers are scattered all around and I’m pretty sure the crash I heard at some point when he was going down on me was the photo of my family that looks like it’s on the floor. Thank God everyone has already gone home and we don’t have to come up with some lie as to how the office got this way.
Milo pulls his pants up, buttoning them, and I try to cover myself. Seriously, this is a walk of shame like no one has ever seen.
“You’re not freaking out?” he asks.
“I am, but I’m not sure what has me freaking out more right now.”
I want to be honest with him. It’s the only way this will ever work.
“Okay, tell me.”
Milo has this tough, jerk exterior, but I think inside, he’s vulnerable and wants to be cared for. It’s why his brother and mother’s low estimation bother him so much. I don’t ever want him to question what I feel for him.
“I like you, Milo. I like being around you. I like kissing you. I really liked what we just did, but I’m far from uncomplicated. I don’t want to be hurt again. But then . . . I mean, I’m your boss and this is totally against company policy—I think.”
Milo touches my cheek. “I know the owner.”
“Funny.”
I swing my legs over, letting them hang over the desk, and release a heavy sigh.
“My brother is not a problem here so cross that off your list. What’s next?”
“Okay . . . what about the fact that I’m a new widow, with two kids, working full-time, who lost her shit a few days ago in the middle of a trial?”
“Yes, all of those things are true, but I don’t give a damn.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. “How is that even possible?”
Milo sits beside me, and he wraps his arm around me. “I’ve lived a selfish life and when I’m around you, I don’t want to anymore. I’m aware of your . . . situation . . . and Parker, Ava, the trial, and anything else you come up with have no bearings on my feelings. If me working here bothers you, I’ll quit.”
I jerk back. “What?”