I bobbed my head up and down, bracing an arm on his thigh for support. He groaned my name again and again, but he didn’t let me go to town for as long as I wanted.

“I want to be inside you.”

He lifted me up, helping me climb on top of him. The chair was wide enough that I could comfortably rest my calves next to his thighs. I lowered myself on him inch by inch. He pushed his head back, pinching his eyes closed. I moved my lower body in a lazy rhythm. I loved being on top of him. I could touch and kiss him wherever I wanted: his biceps, his shoulders, his neck. I loved kissing his neck. The skin on his arms turned to goose bumps when I bit his Adam’s apple lightly.

“Give me your mouth,” he commanded. I continued to torment the sensitive skin on his neck. But then he took over, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me up and down on him. “Val, kiss me.”

I straightened, and he captured my mouth, tangling our tongues. We were both moving. He was thrusting from below, and I slid my hips at a frantic pace. When he brought one hand between us, circling my clit, my insides strummed so tight that I felt I was going to split in two.

“Harder, please,” I whispered.

He was pounding into me with more ferocity than before, but I wanted every last drop of passion. I didn’t know how to put it in words, but my body did all the talking for me. I clawed at his shoulders, at his back, moving as fast as I could. As if feeling I needed more, he lifted me up, and my ass was on the wooden surface next.

Carter hooked an arm under each knee, pulling me right at the edge of the desk. When he drove inside me, pleasure swamped me like rings of fire, getting nearer and nearer to my center. He had unrestricted access to my clit, and he was using that advantage. Oh, how he was using it.

His thumb was barely caressing it, but it was driving me wild. “This is... oh fuck.”

“That’s it, Val. I want to feel you come. I want to hear you.”