Mandy squirmed in his hands. “James … .”
James flicked his tongue out, making contact with her tender folds.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Shh,” he admonished her. He didn’t really care if anyone found out what they were doing. He knew, after the fact, she would be mortified. He wanted to fulfill the fantasy and get away clean.
James extended his tongue, pushing it flat, and then licked her. She was gripping the arms of the chair so hard James was worried she would rip them off. He attacked her moist core with enthusiasm, licking her up and down a few times before sucking her pleasure bud into his mouth.
Mandy whimpered, and James relished the power he currently had over her. After two more licks, Mandy was orgasming with impunity. James climbed to his feet, swallowing her wanton cries with his mouth.
He lifted her up, positioning her back to the door and settling her naked rear end on the desktop. Her skirt was completely around her waist now. James kept his mouth on hers as he unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. It wasn’t classy, but he couldn’t risk pulling them down all the way.
He spread her legs, slipping between them and guiding his throbbing erection to her warm hole. He gripped her rounded rear as he slammed himself inside of her. “I love you,” he murmured, his rhythm finding stability.
“I love you,” Mandy said, her hands kneading his bare rear as she spurred him on. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tilting her pelvis for a better angle as she rested her head on the high ridge of the desk alcove behind her.
James pistoned his narrow hips, his mouth claiming hers. It wasn’t long before they were both tumbling over the abyss together, Mandy’s fingernails digging into the hard planes of his hard-muscled bottom as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Sometimes dirty does it quickly, James realized.
Their mutual cries died in the warm orifice of the other, James’ hips stuttering the second she started to convulse around him.
He pressed his forehead against hers, relishing the feeling of her as she tried to quiet her breathing. After a minute, James kissed her one more time before slipping out of her and pulling his jeans up.
He helped her off the desk, pulling her skirt down and smoothing her outfit and hair.
Once they were situated, he couldn’t hide his smile. “How was it?”
Mandy pressed the palm of her hand to his jaw. “You really are my everything.”
Caught by the emotion moving across her face, James pressed his mouth to hers again. This time, instead of sinking into her womanhood, he surrounded himself with her love. Both were equally stimulating.
Eighteen
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”
James glanced over at Mandy, who was leaning forward in the passenger seat of his Explorer so she could get a clear view of the neighborhood, as he pulled into the Harrison Township suburb. Even though he’d made her promise not to search for a prospective house until things were settled, she’d been so excited when she found something on Zillow he couldn’t tell her no.
It was Saturday, and James had finally agreed – after a lot of whining – to take a look. He had trouble believing they would find the right house on the first try, but he couldn’t bear to disappoint her.
“And what’s the deal with this place?” James asked, checking his GPS before turning his attention back to the road.
“Well, it was built in the 1960s.”
“I’m not sure we should be considering an older home,” James said. “Those come with electrical issues.”
“The ad says it’s been completely updated,” Mandy countered.
“Fine,” James replied, sighing. Her enthusiasm was worrisome. If she was going to fall in love with the first house they saw, he was going to be a constant wet blanket moving forward. “Give me the specifics.”
“It has five bedrooms.”
“Why do we need five bedrooms?”
“It’s not really that many,” Mandy protested. “We’ll have a master suite with two guest rooms.”
“What about the other two rooms?”
“We each need an office.”
James thought about what she said and then shrugged. He was going to need a big office to keep all his files. Mixing her office with his probably wouldn’t work.
“Okay, what else have you got?”
“It’s got a finished basement with a laundry room.”
“That’s good.”
“There’s a big kitchen.”
“For all the cooking you do,” James teased.
“It’s modern and updated – although I’m not sure I like the white cupboards.”