23. Tessa

That evening, I walked into the lobby of Fireweed Industries. Although it was an international corporation, its headquarters here in Fireweed Harbor was unassuming. While it was the largest building in town, it was only two stories tall.

I’d been here so many times to meet McKenna. Yet now, my heart started to kick faster because I remembered the other night in Adam’s office. I wondered if I would see him.

I wanted him to come over every freaking night for more time with him, more kisses, more everything. We’d started to text back and forth frequently.

I walked down the hallway upstairs and passed by the reception area for the executive offices. “Hey, Tish!” I called over to the receptionist.

She glanced up with a quick smile as she stood from her desk. “Hey. If you’re meeting McKenna, she’s finishing up a meeting with Haven and a print supplier. They’re probably about a half hour behind. She told me to tell you. You can wait here if you’d like. I’m headed out, though.” She slipped into her jacket and hurried past me.

Once she was out of sight, I glanced around. Adam’s office door was closed. Even so, my pulse began to race with anticipation.

I stopped in front of the door and knocked, wondering if he was here. A moment later, the door opened. Adam’s eyes widened slightly.

“Hey,” I said breathlessly.

“Come in.” He reached for my hand, and I stepped through the door before he closed it behind me.

Before I could say another word, he backed me against it and kissed me. By the time he lifted his head, I had hooked a foot around one of his legs and was rocking my hips against the hard ridge of his arousal. We stared at each other.

“Are you meeting McKenna here?” he asked. I swallowed and nodded. “How much time do we have?”

“Tish said McKenna had about a half hour left in a meeting.”

He reached around me, locking his office door. A moment later, I whimpered when he stepped away.

He led me across his office. My knees were wobbly. My belly trembled, and with every step, I felt the slick friction at the apex of my thighs.

Adam brought me all the way around his desk to the side where his chair was. He pushed it back as I asked, “What are we doing?”

“I’m fucking you on this side of my desk so I can remember it every day when I’m sitting here working,” he said bluntly. He came up behind me, nipping my neck.

A gush of moisture soaked my panties. My purse fell to the floor as he reached around me. His hands slid under my shirt, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples through the silk of my bra.

“Adam,” I gasped.

“Right here, sweetheart.”

He dragged his hands over my belly, unzipping my jeans before pushing them down around my hips until they banded around my knees. His hands slid up and down my thighs before one reached to cup the front of my mound, his fingers teasing over the wet silk.

“For me?” he whispered when he nipped my ear.

I nodded wordlessly. Because I couldn’t even form a single word.

He rocked the hard ridge of his denim-covered cock against my bottom.

I was aroused to the point of delirium. This all felt so naughty. I heard footsteps in the hallway, and my pussy clenched.

“Nobody can come in. Let them knock.” His lips moved against my neck, sending goosebumps racing over my skin. He peeled my panties down around my thighs. “Bend over, sweetheart.”

He slid a palm up my back, pressing between my shoulder blades with a coaxing touch. I would’ve done anything he asked, and this was a simple request. I bent over. My shirt rode up his wrist as he slid it up my back. His desk was cool against my skin, a contrast to the heat rising inside me.

He stepped back, dropping hot kisses down my spine. Every place his lips landed made me tremble. His kisses were like hot drops of honey on my skin, the heat sliding through me. He reached a hand between my thighs, pushing them apart a little. I heard him move back.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” He blew lightly on my sex, and I shivered.

I could literally feel the beat of my heart in my clit. It was swollen and so needy. He licked into my folds from behind, and I cried out, my hands trembling as they gripped the edge of his desk. He began to fuck me with two fingers, and I was near frantic, my hips pressing back.

Before I knew what hit me, I felt his fingers slide up to press against my clit. My climax whipped through me so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The sound was a strangled moan.

I was trembling and shuddering when I felt him stand. I heard the sound of a zipper followed by the feel of the velvety skin of his cock between my thighs. He positioned his thick crown at my entrance.

“Do you want me now, sweetheart?”

I could hardly breathe, much less speak. I nodded, savoring the cool wood of his desk against my hot cheek.