Page 32 of Duress (Birch Falls #3)

EVERLY

D ane has me pinned flat against the desk, his erection pressing into my center.

The dark gray joggers he’s wearing do nothing to cushion the hardness of his cock as he thrusts his hips against me, his mouth devouring mine.

I’m vaguely aware of his papers shifting under my back; the clatter of several folders hitting the floor barely registers in my mind.

My senses are so completely consumed by Dane.

By his touch. His heat. His possessive kisses.

The longer he kisses me, the harder is it to remember why we shouldn’t be doing this.

I tried so hard to be good and stay away from him, but the moment he kissed my neck, he shattered the defenses I had hastily cobbled together out of shame and guilt.

The way his touch is carnal but possessive, like he wants to crawl into my skin, undoes all of my good intentions. This is why I didn’t want to involve him. I knew I would be too weak to resist him.

Dane’s rough stubble scrapes along my neck as he kisses his way down.

His hands drag my sweater torturously slowly up my body, until I feel the chill of the air caress the bare skin of my breasts.

I let out a lusty moan when he catches one of my sensitive nipples in his mouth, while his hands are busy pulling the sweater over my head.

When my arms are free from the garment, my hands clutch his head to my breast, fingers gripping into his hair so tightly he nips at my nipple, grazing it with his teeth before grinning up at me.

Our eyes lock, and the devilish gleam in his sends a surge of arousal coursing through my body.

He wants this even more than I do. I’m not strong enough to fight this battle for the both of us, even if it only ends in heartbreak.

“God, Dane.” His name is a prayer on my lips as his lips begin to journey further south, while his rough hands slide under the waistband of my leggings.

He gives my hips a rough tug, forcing them up enough for him to pull down my leggings and underwear.

I am bare before him, panting, flushed with a feverish desire, and he is standing there, devouring me with the most predatory gaze. Like he is really going to eat me.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Ever. You are perfect.” His eyes trace over every inch of my skin, and I swear I can feel his gaze like it’s a physical touch.

My skin erupts in goose bumps as his tongue slowly runs over his bottom lip while his eyes finish their journey.

I watch as his eyes widen when he sees how wet I am for him.

I know my pussy has to be glistening. My panties were embarrassingly damp when he removed them.

I had nearly come apart just from dry humping him.

Slowly, like he has all the time in the world, he reaches into his joggers and gives his dick a leisurely stroke while he studies me.

“You are so fucking sexy. I love those gorgeous thighs and I can’t wait to be buried between them.

” His praise lights me up from the inside.

I know I don’t look the same as I did when Bryce and I first began dating, but knowing this stupidly gorgeous twenty-something finds me irresistible still, this close to forty, does wonders for undoing the damage Bryce’s neglect has caused.

He leans forward and plants open-mouthed kisses on my stomach, slowly making his way to my aching pussy.

He takes his time, nipping, kissing, sucking, and licking my flesh until I’m a needy, pleading mess.

“God, Dane. Please. Fuck me.” My fingers thread into his hair again, and I push his head down to where I want him.

No, need him. I feel his hot breath against my clit as he lets out a low chuckle.

Then he dives in, his tongue lapping greedily at my clit, causing the air to rush out of my lungs.

He pins my hips to the desk with one muscular forearm while his free hand moves between my legs, his fingers teasing my achingly empty cunt with the promise of being filled.

I let out a needy whimper when I realize I can’t thrust my trapped hips to get the relief I am desperate for.

He continues to tease me with the most featherlight of touches and I realize he’s doing this on purpose.

Acting like a brat. Is this my punishment for brushing off his kiss earlier?

Just when I think I can’t handle any more teasing, he plunges two thick fingers into my center, pulling a low, throaty moan from me.

He curls his fingers just so, sending my back arching as I tried to escape the intense pleasure.

He is relentless with his assault, his mouth worshipping my clit as his fingers graze my G-spot.

An orgasm rocks through me, causing my muscles to seize, locking him into place.

It feels like an eternity before I’m able to relax my thighs from his head.

When I look down at him, I find him gazing up at me with triumph in his eyes and a lazy, satisfied grin tilting his lips up.

I watch, mesmerized as he licks his lips, looking like a dangerous jungle cat.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Everly. Do you want that?

” He crawls up my body until he’s hovering over me, face to face, our lips millimeters from touching.

I nod, still unable to function well enough to speak.

Dane shakes his head, side to side, his eyes darkening with a dangerous admonishment. “Words, Everly. I want your words.”

Fuck, how did he go from bratty to daddy so fast?

A pitiful yes is the most I can muster, but Dane shakes his head again, his eyes narrowing in warning.

“Yes, what, Everly?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dane flashes a feral smile that temporarily stuns me with its beauty before he thrusts his hips, shunting himself into me to the hilt.

My fingers claw into his arms in surprise from the intrusion.

I hadn’t even realized he had taken his pants off.

Sitting up, I pull his mouth to mine, fighting for some sense of control as he thrusts into me at a punishing rhythm.

At this angle he’s so deep, he’s pounding directly on that spot that will completely destroy me.

I’m clinging onto him for dear life as the first wave crashes into me, but he does not relent.

He fucks me through my orgasm until it builds into another one.

This one has me digging my nails into his skin so hard I know I’m leaving marks, but it only seems to spur him on.

I’m afraid I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen as I gasp through the pleasure, forgetting how to breathe.

He finally breaks our kiss and bites down on my neck as his body goes rigid, his cock pulsing in me as he comes.

He holds me for what feels like an eternity while our hearts slowly come back down to a normal pace.

He peppers sweet kisses delicately on my face, like I’m something precious that should be cared for.

The slick feeling of shame slithers under my skin as remorse, that I once again failed to protect his heart, sets in.