Shoving back in my chair, I allowed myself to drift across the floor as I looked at my computer screen. I was so sick and tired of playing Farmville. Fucking Orange Trees. I tipped my cup back, gulping down the last of the box wine I kept in the small refrigerator by my desk.
“Please tell me you’re watching porn.” His velvet voice startled me as it echoed through the small office, igniting a fire within me as flashes of our bodies moving together, my tongue running along his happy trail, the way his long, agile fingers felt inside me caused my heart to race. He leaned over me, the scruff of his jaw rough and delicious against my cheek, and it was all I could do not to grope him and push him back onto the desk to have my way with him.
We’d been playing this game for months, unable to keep our hands off each other whenever we were alone. Our relationship was casual with no labels, but I wanted more—and I didn’t know how to tell him that.
He wasted no time in turning me to face him, his smoldering gaze letting me know that he wanted me just as much as I needed to feel him. The deep groan that emanated from his chest when my tongue peeked out to taste his fingertips as he traced them along my bottom lip vibrated along my skin, causing my breath to hitch.
“Oh, God,” I whispered deeply, frantically pulling his shirt from his button-flys. “Edward, please.” Grasping his shoulders to pull myself up, our bodies aligned and shifted against each other through the fabric of our clothing. Just a little more…
My eyes rolled back in my head as he licked and sucked down the column of my neck, pausing to lavish attention at the base of my throat before continuing further. The last time we’d been in such close proximity, he’d knocked everything off of this very desk in one fell swoop and fucked me—hard.
Our bodies pressed firmly together, I almost came undone when he brushed his lips along mine before deepening the kiss. “Edward,” I begged him, needing something, anything to quench the fire that was incinerating my bones.
“You want me, Bella?” he crooned, his voice low and sexy.
“Yes, please,” I panted out.
“Okay, Baby. But first…” he paused, nipping the sensitive skin just below my ear. “First I have to…”
“What?” I shrieked, barely able to hold myself together for another moment.. “What do you have to do?!?”
Taking a small step back, he grinned at me, a mischievous smirk crossing his perfect face. “Logon to Farmville, would you? I have to wish KiyaRaven a Happy Birthday.”
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