The First Taste(46)

“Andrew—”

He pushes inside, and I gasp. The intrusion shocks and pinches. I break out in goose bumps, shuddering as he hammers my * and gently probes my *.

Chimes peal through the room, breaking my concentration. I do my best to block out the ring of my cell phone so I don’t lose my mounting orgasm. As soon as the ringing stops, it starts again, and this time Andrew’s cell goes off too.

“Answer it,” he says.

“I can’t,” I breathe.

He slides my purse toward us. One-handedly, he extracts my phone and holds it out, slowing his thrusts considerably without stopping. “Say hello.”

I grasp at the cell phone and clumsily answer the call from Sadie. “Hello.”

“It’s Nathan.”

“Nathan?” I can barely form a thought other than I’m full. Of Andrew. So full.

“Amelia?”

“This is Amelia.”

He pauses. “Where the hell are you guys? They’re about to do your category.”

Andrew wiggles his finger inside me, and I nearly bite off my bottom lip to keep quiet. Being on the phone while Andrew controls my orgasm has the opposite effect I thought it would. Instead of a distraction, it acts as a catalyst, and my climax throbs and pulses close to the surface.

“We’re coming,” I say quickly. “Ten minutes.”

“You don’t have ten minutes. Sadie wants to know where you are. I grabbed her phone before she could call.”

“Five minutes,” I promise and toss the phone aside.

Andrew reaches out, ends the call, and wraps my hair in a tight ponytail. He f*cks me hard, pulling me onto him with each thrust until I crescendo like a song and collapse. He surrenders seconds later, digging a hand into my shoulder and cursing as he comes.

My heart beats so hard, the desk pulsates. I don’t know how I could possibly move again tonight, much less in the next five minutes, but Andrew has other ideas. He massages my shoulders for a couple seconds and starts urging me up. “Come on. We have to go.”

“I can’t.”

“You have to. You can’t miss the announcement.”

“Your finger is in my ass.”

He chuckles. “I should’ve warned you—I’m an ass man.”

“I never would’ve guessed,” I respond wryly.

“You came, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And it was good?”

I shrug. “As far as orgasms go—”

He stops me with a short slap on the ass. “Don’t start.”

I smile. “It was earth shattering. But you can remove it now.”

He slides his finger and cock out at the same time, and I can only hope the void he leaves won’t last more than a few minutes. Before I can right myself, Andrew tugs my thong to my feet. “I’m taking this.”

“I knew it—”

“No,” he says, lifting each of my legs by the ankle to strip the underwear off. “You accused me of a crime I didn’t commit, so I might as well commit the crime.” He stands, shoving a ball of nude lace in his pocket. “Now hurry up, or we’ll be late.”

I gape at him. “You’re going to make me sit in a room full of my colleagues—naked?”

He pulls off the condom and heads for the bathroom. “They won’t mind.”

Shaking my head, I grab my purse and follow him to quickly fix my makeup. I thumb away eyeliner smears, but my lipstick needs to be reapplied, and I haven’t got time. I grab a hand towel and wipe it off completely, staining the terrycloth red.

Andrew looks from it to me as he washes his hands. “Housekeeping’ll think I hurt you.” He pauses. “Did I?”

“No. It was a shock, and it felt weird, but it didn’t hurt.”

“Didn’t Reggie ever get the ass?” He quirks the corner of his mouth to reveal a dimple. I get the feeling that quirk and dimple frequently get him out of trouble.

“He tried,” I say. “Very hard. But he only got as far as you did before I got squeamish. It’s . . . unsanitary.”

“Mmm.” Andrew dries his hands, coming closer to me. He runs his hand over the curve of my ass. “It is unsanitary, isn’t it? Downright dirty.”

Maybe it’s because it’s Andrew. Maybe it’s that I’m not in my twenties anymore, and sexually speaking, I’m less uptight. This time, that small invasion turned me on more than it made me want to stop altogether. “I guess I didn’t mind it,” I say.

He squeezes one cheek. “I can get a lot dirtier.”

My throat dries. We exchange a glance in the reflection, and any teasing in his expression falls away. The heat in his eyes mirrors the warmth creeping up my chest. “How?”

“However you want. Not much bothers me. You’re on your period? Great. Let’s f*ck in the shower. You want me to dress up as a sailor? Ahoy. Let’s f*ck on a waterbed.”

I bite my bottom lip. “A sailor, hmm? That’s not very dirty.”

“A garbage man then.”

I laugh. My phone vibrates in my purse. Reluctantly, I get it out and read the text message from Sadie.



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