Something Real (Whiskey Men, #2)(33)

She looks up at me through her long lashes. “You’d be okay with that? With not telling anyone about us?”

Fuck, I hate it actually, but that’s not what I tell her. “I don’t like it, but I’ll take you any way I can have you.”

“So we keep this between us? No one has to know?”

She looks almost hopeful. I don’t like it, but I tighten my hands at her waist because I don’t want the alternative. “Is that what you want? You want to keep this between us?”

She nods.

I lean forward, pressing my head to her belly. Fuck, I can’t mess this up. My voice is hoarse when I lean my head back and ask her, “Are you going to go on dates with other men?”

She shrugs. “I’m not looking for anything serious. I can’t.”

This is ridiculous. She’s crazy if she thinks I’ll stand by while she dates another man. I slide my hand up her thigh, under her skirt and press my thumb to her clit. “And sex? You going to let another man touch you? Kiss you?”

Her head falls back, and she pushes her hips toward me. Her clit is swollen and her panties soaked. I reach up and pull them down her legs, letting them fall to her feet. I slide her skirt up to her waist so I can see her.

I lean in, letting her feel my breath against her core. Her hips flex in reaction because she wants my mouth on her. I press my tongue to her core, and she moans. I pull back and look up at her. “You think I’m going to let another man near you?”

“Ford—” she starts, but I don’t let her finish.

My finger replaces my tongue, and I swirl it around her swollen nub. Her hips rock while her head falls back and she pushes herself toward me.

I pull my hand away and I see the brief panic on her face. She grabs on to me, not letting me get far. When her eyes are on mine, I tell her exactly what I’m thinking. “I don’t share, Lilian. If I’m tasting this, no one else is.”

“Ford,” she whines, but I shake my head. I’m not giving in on this.

“I mean it, Lily. If we do this, you’re not dating, you’re not sleeping with anyone else. Just me. I’m the man you come to when you need something. You got it?”

She nods, but I don’t relent. Not yet.

I slide my finger through her wet slit and pump my finger in and out of her. “Tell me, Lily. I need to hear you say it. Say you’re mine.”

I barely get the words out then I kiss her clit. Her hand goes to my hair, and she’s holding me to her. “I’m yours, Ford. All yours.”

I feast on her with a vengeance. It’s been a little over twenty-four hours since I’ve touched her, and I don’t want to wait another minute to have her coming undone in my arms.

I lift up to push her back on my desk, and her legs fall open.

“Oh, honey, how could you even think about keeping this from me?”

I slide my hands up her thighs, and she’s mewling. “Ford, please… I need you.”

My hips jerk at the needy tone in her voice. “You want my lips or my cock, Lily?”

She reaches for me. “Both, Ford. I need both.”

I pull at the buttons of my dress pants and shove them down my thighs. My cock springs free already hard and ready to fill her.

I hold on to her, pulling her to the edge of the desk before positioning myself at her entrance. I’m only a few inches in when I press my lips to hers. I’m more forceful than I should be, but I don’t want her to doubt in any way exactly who she belongs to.

I kiss her like there’s no tomorrow, holding on to her neck as I violate her lips.

Her heels dig into my ass, but I don’t care. It hurts, but it hurts good.

I reach down between us, applying pressure to her clit. I need to come. I need to coat her insides with my cum, but I can’t do that. Not until she’s satisfied.

I pull my lips from hers. “Come for me, Lily. I need you to come, baby.”

She digs her nails into my arms, her whole body flexing as her orgasm shoots through her. I follow as her pussy spasms around me, taking me over the edge. “Yes.” I groan as I plow into her.

Over and over until I’ve completely marked her.

Both of us are breathing heavily. Her lips are red and bruised, and her eyes are wide. I see the question in her eyes, and I’m thinking the same thing. Did that really just happen? Did I really just fuck her on my desk at work?

I did, and I have no regrets. Not one.

She’s panting with her hand against my chest. I pull out and damn she looks good with my cum oozing out of her.

“We can’t do that again.”

My eyes fly to hers. I’m on the verge of flipping her over and spanking her ass right where she is when her hand fists in my shirt. “I mean, at work. From now on, we need to keep this out of the office.”

I let out a breath, circling my hand around her neck. “Fine. But anywhere else, you’re mine.”

She shakes her head. “No, Ford. Not anywhere else. I won’t have Ollie hurt over this. We need to play it cool. We’re coworkers… friends, but that’s it.”

I lean my forehead to hers. I want to argue with her. I want to make her see that she and I are perfect for each other, but she’s not going to listen.

Her hand comes up to cup my jaw. “Ford, promise me you’re all right with this.”