Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(65)
“I need you to know that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
She laughs softly, and I kiss her tight hamstring while running my hands down her legs. I was right—nothing but high heels is so fucking sexy.
“You’re a fucking badass who knows how to collect a damn blood sample, and you want to do it so I can fuck you bare? Are you kidding me?” Her ass fits perfectly in my outstretched hands as I slowly stand to kiss the crook of her neck. “What’re we gonna do right now, though? I always wear condoms…I’m sure I’m all clear.”
“I want you to fuck me with your bare cock more than anything,” she says, sinking her hips back to rub against my lap. “But…I can’t, Denver.”
Because she doesn’t trust me. I get it. I’ll take a fucking weekly STI test if that’s what she needs.
“Is there a way we can expedite the process? Like a one-hour photo lab?”
She laughs, craning her neck to kiss me over her shoulder. “I wish.”
“Then get back to work, beautiful.”
My finger slips inside her soaking pussy, and her eyes shutter. Adding a second finger has her biting her lip. All I can think about is how incredible it’ll feel to have every ridge and crevice of her wet heat stroking my cock.
My fingers slowly pump in and out of her tight cunt, dragging against the grooved walls. She’s fucking gorgeous bent over this desk, leaning on her elbows and pretending to be reading something on the computer. Long, muscular legs taut, the extra height from the heels puts her ass up in the air.
I kiss her shoulder, then bite it. And my cock twitches against the inside of my zipper. A sharp inhale whistles between her gritted teeth, and the arms supporting her upper body waver for a moment. Then I pull my drenched fingers from her warmth and rub her swollen clit, and her forehead drops to the desk.
“Oh my fucking God,” Blair whines between panting breaths. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Oh baby, I’m not stopping until I feel this pretty little cunt shatter on my fingers.”
Every little hushed moan and desperate whimper has me closer to coming in my fucking pants. And I can’t take it anymore. The throbbing desire is painful.
With my free hand, I undo my belt in a frenzy, suddenly feeling like I might die if I don’t get to come when she does. The instant my cock springs free, I’m gripping it firmly, stroking from end to end with an unrelenting fist. Rubbing over her wet clit and staring at her tight ass until my vision blurs.
She blows long huffs of air from her nostrils like a feral animal, biting hard on her lip to keep from screaming. And a wave of muscle contraction works its way from her legs to her neck.
“Atta girl,” I say, as my balls tingle and tighten in warning. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you bent over this desk someday.”
Her thighs tremble, clenching either side of my forearm, and her hands scatter papers as they rove the desk, seeking something to grip. Watching her come completely undone is all I need, and with a few tight, fast pumps of my cock, I’m coming all over her lower back and ass.
I’m so fucking tempted to tell her I love her when I see her on display with my cum marking her milky skin. But before she’s even fully caught her breath, Brickham’s voice booms from the other side of the door. I scramble to pull my pants up in the nick of time, and Blair sinks her bare ass onto her desk chair just as the door swings open.
“Blair, seriously. This damn system is—Oh, hi, Denny—this stupid computer system is a waste of time. I’m not doing it. Either you come fix this and make it work better right now, or I’m going back to the system that’s been working for me for damn near forty years.”
Blair swallows, slicking a hand over the wild hair crowning her head, and shuffles the chair closer to the desk to ensure she’s fully covered. Thank God for the strong smell of espresso lingering in the air to mask our arousal, because Brickham doesn’t even bat an eye. Though he is impatiently tapping his foot, waiting on an answer from Blair.
“Well, I can’t help you right this second. I’m…uh, kind of in the middle of something.”
“This is your stupid system. I knew hiring some young girl—”
“Hey, I’m gonna stop you right there.” I place a hand on the back of her chair and stare him down. “You couldn’t dream up a more dedicated, hardworking employee to have than Blair. And she deserves a hell of a lot more respect than you’re giving her for the amount of work she’s done to make this place run better.”
“Den—” Blair turns to look at me.
“He needs to hear this. She’s a grown adult and a damn good nurse practitioner, and you need to speak to her as such. Not to mention, this is a clinic. She could’ve been in here with a patient. You have no right barging into her office uninvited.” I point at him. “You’re being an asshole.”
Brickham stares at me from the doorway with pursed lips. “Miss Hart, would you please assist me with the computer when you have a free moment in your busy schedule?”
Blair nods slowly, wide-eyed. “Absolutely, I can.”
When the door shuts softly behind him, she practically jumps into my arms, kissing me senseless. “Thank you.”
“Told you I want to be here for you. That includes everything from coffee machines to telling off miserable old men.”