I take deep breaths as he pulls away, adjusting my underwear. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and wipes my wetness from his chin. “Mmm. The best flavor to have on my tongue before I walk into this meeting.”
I know my face is flushed, but it turns even more red knowing he will be sitting with the law partners in a matter of minutes with my taste on his tongue.
I slide off his desk and adjust my skirt as he tucks himself into his pants and rebuckles them. His hand grabs my waist before I can walk away. His mouth landing on mine and I can taste myself against his lips, his tongue.
I try to deepen the kiss but his hand slides under my skirt and then slaps my ass. Hard. “Get back to work.”
He sidesteps around me and walks to his office door, winking at me before walking out.
I collapse into his chair, completely shocked by what just happened and one-hundred-percent ready for it to happen again.
* * *
I am lying in bed later that night. It was nearly impossible to eat dinner with my brother but Chelsi insisted and I couldn’t say no to her. Owen clearly had no idea about what was happening under Carson’s desk earlier. I know he would have pulled me aside and said something. But he never did.
I can barely concentrate on the movie I’m watching when my phone buzzes next to me.
Carson: What are you doing?
I bite my lip as I look at his text. What am I supposed to say? He is probably thinking I am going to say I’m thinking about his monster dick, which I honestly am. The way he held on to my head earlier while I was under his desk was hot as fuck. I let him wait for twenty minutes before texting him back.
Grace: Watching a movie
He is quick to respond.
Carson: Porn?
Grace: What? No!
Carson: I just wondered if you thinking about my monster dick was enough or if you needed more inspiration.
Grace: OMG stop with that already.
Carson: I can’t help it. Especially when all I can think about is strawberries and cream. I’m just staring at my desk wishing I could have more.
Grace: It’s ten o’clock! Why are you still at work?
He doesn’t answer for a while, and I try to go back to concentrating on whatever the hell is happening on the television screen.
Carson: I just left now. Needed to get shit figured out for that case from this morning.
Grace: You work too much.
Carson: Well when I get distracted in the middle of the day I need to stay late.
Grace: That was not my fault.
Carson: No not at all. That fucking skirt put itself on your body today.
I laugh out loud at that.
Grace: It sure did.
Carson: Did those green lace panties put themselves on of their own accord too?
I take a second to figure out how to answer him.
Grace: No. I put those on just for you.