I collapsed onto the desk and he fucked me a few more times, his moans heavy with pleasure, with satisfaction, until at last, he stilled. His cock still inside me, he pulled me up against him, so that my backside pressed up against his front.
He wrapped his arms around me, one solid against my ribs, like a strong cage, and the other resting on my breasts. He leaned down, tenderly kissing my shoulder. “That felt so good,” he murmured, his breath still coming hot and heavy against my skin.
It was several morel moments before he stepped back, his cock slipping out of me. He reached over for the sports coat hanging over the back of his chair, slipping it over my shoulders. Then he kissed me again, slow and tender, all of the urgency gone. “There’s a private bathroom through there,” he said, pointing to a red oak door.
“Thanks,” I murmured, quickly grabbing my clothing and crossing the room.
Though there was no shower, the bathroom was nicer than anything I’d ever seen, with gleaming white marble and sparkling silver fixtures. I cleaned up quickly, slipping back into clothes and straightening my hair.
I tried not to blush at what we’d just done, but I couldn’t help it. Landon brought out something different in me—something I wasn’t used to seeing. It was raw and hungry and primal and… completely irresistible.
Jesus, I’d just let him fuck me on his desk in the middle of the day.
I finger-combed my hair and then, deciding it was the best that I could do, headed out of his bathroom.
He was fully dressed, standing beside his desk as if he hadn’t just had me bent over it, fucking me from behind. He looked cool, calm, collected.
As if bending a girl over his desk was just another part of his day. I tried to pretend the same, as if I wasn’t the least bit affected by what we’d just done.
“Ready?” he asked, as if we’d just paid a dinner bill and were ready to go home.
“Mhmmm,” I said, as casually as I could muster.
I wasn’t sure what I expected from him. What I wanted from him.
He led me out of his office, the door clicking firmly shut behind us, and then back down the expansive halls of his center. I was relieved to realize there wasn’t a nearby-secretary’s desk, or water cooler. What Landon and I had just shared… it was between us.
He led me across the entrance, and I ignored the watchful eyes of the receptionists, hoping they couldn’t’ see the difference in my mussed-up hair, in my rumpled clothing. Hoping they couldn’t’ see at a glance that their boss had just fucked me on his desk.
Maybe the blond would pick up that Inbox of his later, scooping it off the floor and smelling the sex in the room.
Landon walked around his car, opening the door, and waiting for me to slide into the seat before closing it gently with a click.
Seconds later he was next to me again, turning the key in the ignition and then we were pulling out, leaving his center behind and gliding down the valley highway. We hadn’t spoken since he’d come inside me, and I felt awkward, desperate to fill the silence. But with what, I wasn’t sure.
“Let me take you out tonight,” he said, after a few miles of quiet.
My heart galloped to life in my chest. I’d wanted him to say something. Anything. But this had been too much to want. “On a date?”
“Yes,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Where are we going?”
His lips twitched, like he was trying not to smile. I’d already agreed, without even realizing it.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Okay,” I said. Wishing I could resist him, knowing I couldn’t. My heart seemed to swell, warm my whole body at once. I wanted to be so much more than a fling to him. Maybe this date… maybe that meant I truly was more.
He slid a hand across the console, trailing it down my arm and interlacing his fingers with mine.
It was an oddly intimate thing to do. This man, who I’d been close to, who I’d just been fucked, bent over his desk, was now holding my hand. It felt too familiar, too romantic. Holding hands was affectionate, and what we had was raw and sexual, hungry and insatiable.
We rounded a corner and turned onto my road, and then all too quickly, he was letting go of my fingers, putting the car in park.
“See you at seven,” he said, and I climbed out of his car. He idled in the driveway, watching as I ascended front porch steps and walked into the house. It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that I heard the engine rev and he backed out, then left us in his rearview mirror.
Today had been… insane. I wasn’t even sure what I was more elated by—that he asked me out on a date, that he offered me an insane internship, that he’d wanted me so badly he’d fucked me in his office.
“What’s with that shit-eating grin?” Matt asked from his place in my dad’s old, fraying recliner.
My eyes snapped to his, the smile melting from my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”