I trail my fingertips up the inside of her thigh. “One of the places, yeah.”
“Hmm.” She traps that sexy bottom lip between her teeth now, and I want to pull it out with my own. “Where you make all your big business deals happen?”
I brush a fingertip over her bare pussy, and a growl rumbles in my chest as my cock strains uncomfortably against my zipper. “You know what else I make in here?”
She dusts her lips over my jaw, teasing me. “What?”
“Bratty little girls come. Especially ones who walk around with no panties.”
I pick her up and bend her over my desk before she can take another breath. Pulling up her T-shirt, I expose her bare ass to me and give it a light spank that makes her squeal. Unable to resist the creamy expanse of soft flesh, I dip my head and sink my teeth into her backside, then give her another quick smack.
I place one hand between her shoulder blades and free my aching dick with the other. Nudging at her entrance, I grin as she squirms and whimpers. “Already a slut for my cock, huh, princess?”
Not giving her a chance to answer, I drive inside, grabbing onto her hips so I can hold her in place while I fuck her as hard as I want. I’ve gone weeks without any kind of release, and since I met her, it’s all I can fucking think about. She’s unlocked something in me.
She pants out my name, and I lean over her, sucking on the sweet skin of her neck and marking her for my own.
I growl against her ear. “Your pussy is addictive, princess. You’re fucking addictive. I think I’m gonna keep you.”
I thrust hard and hit that sweet spot, the one that makes her mewl like a feral kitten, and then I roll my hips, rubbing my crown over it.
“Oh, fuck. West!”
“I know, princess. You like that, don’t you?”
“Hell. Yes,” she gasps.
Her pussy walls ripple around me, and I know she’s close to losing herself. I slide my hand between her thighs and strum her clit with my thumb, sending her hurtling over the edge. She comes hard, her body shaking as she moans out my name. A few more thrusts inside her tight cunt has me falling over that cliff right alongside her.
Chapter
Seventeen
LILY
I stuff a few spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth and grab my backpack from the counter.
I can feel Xander frowning at me even though I’m not looking at him. “You should really eat a proper breakfast, shorty. Especially for a job as physical as yours.”
“I’ll grab a bagel from the deli,” I assure him.
“We have bagels right here.”
“I know, but I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.” I check my watch and groan. I’ll be late even if I do leave now. Although the early morning orgasm in West’s office was worth it.
“We’ll drop you,” he insists, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I should just ride there. I don’t want to become dependent on your car.”
“Why not?” West asks as he walks into the kitchen with Zeke close behind him.
“Because I can’t, that’s why. If I start getting shuttled around in cars all the time, I’ll become soft.”
West comes up behind me, wedging me between him and Xander. “I don’t like you riding that death trap around the city anyway.”
“Betty is not a death trap,” I protest on her behalf. She has almost gotten me killed once or twice with her faulty brakes, but that’s beside the point.
“Take the car to do your deliveries,” West suggests.
I snort. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I glance at Zeke, hoping for backup, but he just watches the three of us, an intense expression on his face.
“Why is it ridiculous, shorty?” Xander asks.
“Because I am a bike messenger. I’d never get anywhere with city traffic, and I’d get parking tickets every time I stopped. Besides, it’s wasteful and bad for the environment to drive around in a car all day.”
Resigned, Xander shakes his head, and West plants a kiss on the top of mine. “We’ll take you and the death trap to work this morning.” He checks his watch. “Or you’ll be late.”
“And whose fault is that?” I murmur.
“Entirely yours, brat.” He swats my ass on his way to the coffee machine.
I grab my parcels for the afternoon and go to the bike shed in the lobby of the Grayson News building. I glance around, sure that I left Betty in her usual spot, but she’s not here. Nobody in their right mind would steal her.