“Come in,” I bark and hope to hell and back that my desk hides my dick that is refusing to listen to reason and play by the rules.
The doorknob slowly turns, and it seems like an eternity before my door pushes open the tiniest bit, and the person on the other side is the last person on earth I thought would seek me out right now. I figured I pushed her too far this afternoon, but now, I’m not so sure.
Emma slips through the partial opening of the door and closes it softly behind her before turning around to face me, but she still doesn’t give me her eyes. She leans against the heavy door as if she’s using her tiny body to block my path. On her face, she wears an expression with a wild air and a little desperation. Her eyes are closed tight.
“What can I do for you, Emma?”
And then she opens her eyes, and those baby-blues burn me where I sit. But still, she looks nervous, like she doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants. And color me surprised.
“I-I-I—” she stammers.
“You what, honey?” I ask softly, and fuck if I don’t hope she asks me for me.
“I need….” she whispers, and I can see the pink flush on her cheeks and down her neck, where I’m sure that pretty blush stains the tops of her full breasts as well.
“I know what you need,” I respond, and her eyes flair. “Come here, Emma, but lock the door first.”
Her mouth opens and she pants a little. She looks around wildly, and I’m not sure if she’s going to come to me or run. Then, after seeming to come to a decision, she turns around, and I think, Now, I’ve really pushed her too far. And I wonder how long it’s going to take me to make up the ground that I’ve just lost by jumping the gun. But she surprises me, and maybe herself a little too, when she flips the fucking lock and takes a step away from the door.
I hold my breath as she moves another nervous step toward me, and then another, and another. I let her come to me, when what I want to do is jump up and pull her into my arms. But I’ve made myself clear. The ball is in her court now, and she has to come to me on her own terms. We’ll figure the rest out from there. But I know one thing for sure—after this, there will be no going back.
I push my chair back a bit to make room for her to stand between me and my desk. Emma rests her ass against the edge of the scarred wood and wraps her delicate fingers around the edge on either side of her.
“I need you,” she whispers before leaning down and pressing her mouth to mine.
I deepen the kiss, and she lets me take over. I run my hands up and down her sides, warming them with the heat of her body. Over her arms, her little belly, and then up to her breasts. She gasps against my mouth when I find one of her nipples, and I soothe it with the back of my knuckles before trailing my hands down the middle of her belly to the tie at the front of her scrub pants.
I untie the knot and let them gape open then slide my hand down the front and into her panties. She widens her stance to let me in, and I feel how wet she is for me on my fingertips. I toy and tease, letting my fingers circle her pussy but never dipping inside. She rocks her hips against my hand, but I don’t give her what she wants, not yet anyway.
And then I pull my hand free, and Emma lets out a little whimper, but it doesn’t last long when I grab the waist of both her scrubs and her cute little cotton panties and slide them down her legs. She kicks out of them and her black-and-white-checkered Vans sneakers, and I help her up onto my desk, where she leans her weight back on her elbows.
“Lee,” she whispers, and I smile for what feels like the first time in forever as I toss the end of my tie over my shoulder and spread her creamy thighs with my hands.
Every muscle in her body contracts when I place a soft open-mouthed kiss on the very center of her, and she drops down to lie on her back on my desk when I lick her. Her legs threaten to close over my ears, and I hold them tight as I suck her clit into my mouth before starting the circuit all over again.
Her whole body shakes and quivers, and she lets out soft little pants. She fists my hair in her hands and pulls me tight against her pussy, and I’m all too happy to follow. And then as I roll my tongue over her one last time. She lets go, and it’s as beautiful as it is life-altering.
“Lee,” she whispers. “Please.”
I stand up over her and unbuckle my leather belt. I unzip my slacks and have to hold my cock tight in my fist when I look at all her flushed, creamy skin down to her glistening pink pussy.
I notch the very tip of me against her opening and slowly sink inside. I clench my eyes tight, and she wraps her legs around my waist, encouraging me to move. I lean over her and rest my hands on either side of her head before taking her mouth in a savage kiss. She blossoms under me, taking everything I have to give and more.
And then I pull my hips back, sliding almost all the way out, and drive back in, making her gasp again. I do it again and again, loving the soft sounds she makes when she gives herself over to the pleasure between us.
Emma wraps her arms around my waist, and I feel her grip the back of my shirt in her fingers. I wish we were skin-on-skin, but this will have to do for now. Tonight, I’ll make sure there is nothing between us, and then I’ll take my time and savor the moment.
She bites down on my bottom lip, and the sting drives me hard. I plunge deep, faster and faster, until she drops her head back on the desk and opens her mouth. I crush my lips to hers and thrust my tongue inside as I swallow her cries, and her body grips me tight as she comes.
I drive deep twice more before planting myself inside her and following her over the edge. I drop my forehead down to rest on top of hers and listen to our breaths saw in and out of our chests. For the first time in a long time, I feel settled. A rightness of the world blankets me as all the pieces click into place, and one thing I know with absolute certainty is that Emma is mine.
She pushes gently on my shoulders before whispering, “You’re crushing me.”
I place a soft kiss on her lips and stand up, letting our bodies slide apart. I tuck myself back in my slacks and do up the front. I see she’s trying to come to terms with what just happened, but I’m not going to give her the opening to run again. I can’t do it. But I will be gentle, so I sit back in my chair, grab her pants and panties from the floor, and slide them up her legs one at a time before tying the drawstring gently.
I hold a hand out to her to help her sit up when I see her flopping around a bit like a roly-poly. Her belly is just big enough to be cumbersome and keep her from sitting up on her own. She takes my hand and lets me help her, which is a victory I’m happy to claim.
“Lee—” she starts with a worried look on her face, but I don’t let her finish.
“No, Emma,” I tell her gently. “This happened. We are happening.”
“Maybe this was a mistake,” she says, and I can tell she’s grasping at straws again because she’s scared, but I’m done. No more running unless it’s to each other.
“You know this wasn’t a mistake.”
“I don’t know anything,” she snaps as she slides her feet back into her sneakers and pulls her Van Halen T-shirt down over her belly.
I’m just about to reply, when there’s another knock at the door.