“And so I repeat, that’s all I can ask for.” The corners of her mouth tilted up. “Thanks for understanding. I know it’s a big ask.”
Anything for you, I wanted to answer. Instead of saying that, I pressed a kiss to her lips and decided I’d been sappy and clichéd enough for one day. “It’s a reasonable ask.”
Looping her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer. I ran my nose down the length of hers and nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses there when she didn’t pull away from me. “If it keeps you in the office next to mine, it’s an ask I’ll bend over backward to make a reality.”
“I don’t need you to bend over backward,” she whispered, turning her head to allow me easier access to her throat. “I just need you to try.”
“I’ll make it happen,” I said, kissing a path down her neck. “How about we see about bending you over backward? How’s that sound?”
She released a pleasurable sigh and nodded. I lifted my head, capturing her mouth with mine. She kissed me back eagerly, winding her hands into my hair.
Acutely aware that we were in the office and had already put on a bit of a show this morning, I didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone outside. Stephanie’s lips on mine, moving passionately and her fingers curled my hair around them was all that mattered.
Showing her my dad was full of shit. That she was beautiful and sexy as all hell. That was what mattered. I wouldn’t allow his words to break her down, to bury their malicious roots in her heart or to dampen her wild spirit.
She was my feisty girl, and I wouldn’t let him make her doubt herself. Her soft lips pressed harder against mine. She tasted like coffee and mint, her tongue stroking mine rhythmically.
I felt her melting against me, her breasts pushing into my chest. What started out as a slow, reassuring kiss changed quickly after that.
Stephanie let out a soft moan, and the needy sound was like a well-lubricated fist around my dick. It strained against my zipper, getting more and more eager to get out.
The material of Steph’s maxi dress was soft as I reached for its hem, pushing it up over her shapely calves. I ran my fingers over the bare skin I found there, warm and smooth. Her legs opened of their own accord as we kissed. An invitation I fully intended on taking her up on.
I kept one hand on her leg while I let the other travel up her side, tunneling into her hair as I deepened our kiss. The feel of her against me, opening for me drove me crazy.
There was something about this girl I was addicted to. That made me want more despite where we were or what else was happening around us.
I ran my fingers up and down her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her center. Groaning, I dragged my fingertips higher.
Her back arched, and she pushed her breasts harder against my chest. Receiving her message loud and clear, I let go of her hair to close my hand over one of her full breasts. She gasped into my mouth, winding her hands tighter into my hair.
“I got you,” I whispered against her lips, brushing her panties with the backs of my fingers. The wet heat I found there ripped a low growl from my chest. Hooking my fingers into the elastic, I pulled the scrap of fabric aside.
She wrapped her legs around my thighs, holding them tight in the crook of her knees. Her breathing grew faster, more ragged. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You want to stop?” I pulled away from her just enough to look into her eyes.
They were heavy, hot. She shook her head. “If you even think about stopping right now, I’ll never bring you the hazelnut coffee again.”
I slid my finger into her slick core, loving the way she felt so silky and clenched my hand. “I can’t have that.”
“Better not stop then.” Pleasure filled her eyes as I crooked my fingers and rubbed inside her.
“Not on my life,” I promised her, adding another finger to the first.
She stifled a moan and let her head fall onto my shoulder. One of the most responsive women I’d ever been with, she flooded my hand and writhed against me. “That feels so good. Oh god, yes. Please, Jer.”
“You never have to beg for anything from me, Steph. I’m going to make you come so damn hard for me. You hear me, baby?”
She moaned in affirmation and edged forward on the couch. I kept stroking, rubbing the spots I was learning made her moan. When tiny spasms started wracking her inner walls, I brought my thumb to her clit and circled it.
Once. Twice. Again. As my circles became tighter, Steph’s soft moans began running into one. She pressed her mouth into my shoulder, against my throat to muffle the sounds I hated that she couldn’t let out properly. I pinched her nipple and pushed down on her clit when her body reached its crescendo, and she cried out into my flesh.
Trembling as she moaned and spasmed around my fingers, she whispered my name like a plea and the answer to it at the same time. “Jeremiah, yes. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
I didn’t really need the confirmation, but it felt good to hear her saying it. Made me desperate for my own release, but it felt good anyway.
I stroked her through her orgasm and placed feather soft kisses on her temple. Her sweat dotted forehead. She lifted her head when she came down, drawing me in for a long, leisurely kiss. I returned it, so damn horny from watching and feeling her come undone I could hardly focus.