Page 8 of Bearly in Love

It seemed like a good time to make my escape, so I eased myself backward about a foot, looking up at the edge of the desk to make sure I didn’t hit my head.

In hindsight, getting out from beneath a desk wasn’t exactly graceful.

I heard Bo’s sharp inhale as I scooted backward a few more inches, and looked down at my legs.

Yeah, I’d definitely opened them a little.

In my defense, I wasn’t all that short. His desk wasn’t all that tall, either.

Neither of those things changed the fact that he’d definitely caught a whiff of how turned on I was after giving him head, so that was awkward.

I slid back a few more inches before two thick thighs sank into my view.

Shit.

Bo ducked beneath the desk, his expression just as intense as it had been had the night before. His cock was still jutting up from his jeans, slick with my saliva.

“You enjoyed that, Mads?”

“I don’t think you’d believe me if I said I didn’t.”

His chest rumbled, and his hands landed on my thighs. They opened wider for him automatically, and his nostrils flared. “No.”

“Then yeah, I did.”

His hands slid up my thighs. “Let me repay the favor.”

“That’s what I just did.”

“I like it better when you owe me.”

“That’s not why I—ohh.” My head tipped back a little as he dragged his thumb over my clit. The thin fabric of my leggings and thong separated him from my skin, but I was so turned on that it still felt incredible.

“You were saying?” His voice was smug.

I wanted to punch him. And kiss him. The latter, much more than the former.

“Take my pants off already.”

A sound of animalistic satisfaction tore through him as he grabbed the waistband of my leggings, peeling them and my thong down to my knees.

There was wickedness in his gaze when he left the tight fabric there, ducking his head between my trapped thighs.

“You’re such a—bastard.” I gasped the last word as he sucked my clit hard.

His noise of agreement was unmistakable.

So was the feel of his thick finger against my entrance.

“Tell me if I do something you’re not comfortable with,” he commanded.

I moaned in response, my hips arching violently as he worked my clit while he filled me.

Somehow, his finger felt better than any other man’s cock ever had.

“You’re so fucking tight, Madi,” he snarled against my clit, slowly pumping into me.

He added a second finger. Then a third, stretching me in a way that felt unreal.

“You’re soaked, too. Your cunt may as well be begging for my cock.

Show me how well you can fuck my fingers, and I’ll think about giving you what you really want. ”

The sounds of pleasure that escaped me as I rocked my hips, taking what I wanted while he gave me what I needed.

I climaxed once.

Twice.

He bit down on my clit lightly, and I came the third time with a cry of pleasure that was louder and more beastly than I had ever imagined I was capable of.

The pleasure was so intense, it was unimaginable.

My breathing was practically violent as I squeezed his face between my thighs, stopping him from pushing me further with a hand against his forehead.

“I don’t know how you do this to me,” I managed to get out, my chest heaving as I stared at the bear between my legs. “We should stop.”

“Is that what you want?” The intensity in his eyes was unmatched.

No one had ever looked at me like that. Something told me no one else ever would.

No.

Yes.

Wait, no.

…Maybe?

I didn’t know.

He must’ve gathered as much from my expression, because he slipped his head out from between my thighs and pulled my leggings back up to their usual place.

My thong got stuck at the middle of my thighs, stretched awkwardly by the crotch of my leggings. I wasn’t going to admit that, though. Awkward.

Bo dragged a hand over his wild, tangled blond curls.

He was so stupidly gorgeous, it made my chest hurt.

Why couldn’t he be the alpha I was engaged to?

The fact that I even wanted that should’ve terrified me, but I was past that.

There was no way to stop myself from feeling it, so it was pointless to attempt otherwise.

Bo wasn’t interested in me any other way than physically, so what did it even matter if I developed feelings for him? We both knew I’d be gone as soon as the snow melted enough.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Bo finally said.

I nodded. The motion was jerky and awkward. Not as awkward as I felt, but there was no way around that.

“You’re right about the bed. You sleep there, I’ll take the couch,” he added.

And ran his hand through his wild curls again.

It occurred to me that he didn’t want to leave.

We were cramped beneath a desk that was way too small for a man as gigantic as he was to be stuck beneath. But he still didn’t want to leave.

He may not have been interested in anything that wasn’t physical with me, but he did seem interested in everything that was physical.

“Did it work?” I asked him.

His forehead creased. “What?”

“Getting me out of your system. Did it work?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes.

Then humor.

Sharp, cutting humor.

He leaned over me, lining his exposed erection up with my covered core as he pressed his body lightly against mine until we were nose to nose.

I could smell my pleasure on his breath, and he could probably smell his on mine.

“Madi,” he said, his voice low and gravelly in a way that sent goosebumps over my skin. “At this point, I think I could fuck you on every surface in this cabin and still want you with every cell in my body.”

His nose lowered to my lips, and he inhaled my breath.

His chest rumbled fiercely. “You smell like me. Just like you should.”

A new pulse of desire went straight to my clit. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Then shut me up.”

My eyes landed on his mouth.

I wanted to kiss him.

I really did.

But all things considered, I knew it was a terrible idea. He only wanted us to be physical. I was developing feelings. And I was leaving, soon. As soon as the snow melted.

“Go take your shower,” I said instead.

He let out a long breath. Then nodded and sat up. Then dragged a hand through his hair again.

Finally, he crawled out from beneath the desk, squeezing through the gap at my side so he didn’t have to climb over the top of me.

I shut my eyes tightly as I heard the bathroom door close a few moments later.

After the water turned on and I was positive Bo was in the shower, I slipped out from beneath the desk. When I went to the couch to grab my duffel bag, it was missing.

My forehead creased.

Bo must’ve moved it.

I found it sitting just inside the bedroom when I crossed the cabin, and I shook my head at it when I did.

Because apparently even after I turned that jackass down, he decided to be thoughtful.

The obnoxious teenager who’d screwed women in the bathroom across the hall from my room really did seem to be gone.

Or maybe he really had done it to try to convince himself that he didn’t want me.

Whatever the case, he wasn’t the same person he used to be.

I liked this version of him much, much better.

And that was just the tiniest bit terrifying.