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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

ST. CLARE

I needed to get away from Perry.

He’s been on strict “no sex” orders for weeks now, and that man is tempting me. Every time I touch him or he touches me, there’s a deep fire between us that won’t go out. I’ve jerked myself almost to blisters, not that it helps. I need him .

It also doesn’t help that during his recovery, he’s been clingy as hell. Normally I’d love the way he always has to be touching me, but when a light breeze is enough to get me horny, waking up to his ass cradling my morning wood is too much.

With him almost recovered, I’m angrier than ever that he went and got himself shot.

The knock on my office door sets my teeth on edge.

“Come in.”

Where I’m expecting Lars to appear, Perry’s handsome face pokes inside instead.

“What are you doing here?” I’m not trying to sound accusatory, but he’s supposed to be resting.

He looks smug as he steps inside and closes the door behind himself. “Guess who made a call this morning?”

“Gee, that’s a hard one.”

“It was me,” he says like that wasn’t already implied. Or obvious since he’s been calling his doctor every day this week. “ Dr. Olick had a cancellation, so my appointment was bumped up two days.”

Now he’s got my attention. “And? How is everything?”

“All recovered.” His grin stretches across his face. “Basically said I was superhuman. Fastest he’d ever seen. They might conduct scientific studies on me one day.”

I stare at him and his stalling, waiting for him to confirm what I think he’s confirming.

His smile morphs into a smirk as he turns the lock on my door. “So … where do you want to fuck me?”

Holy shit. I switch off my computer, stand up, and shove everything across my desk. A tray clatters to the carpeted floor, but I can deal with that later. I point at the clear spot, dick already growing.

“Bend over.”

Perry groans and strips out of his shirt as he crosses the room toward me. The nasty scars are a reminder of everything we’ve been through together. “I love when you get bossy with me.”

“Uh-huh.” I grab the back of his neck once he’s close enough and push him until he’s where I want him. Face down, ass up, and—most importantly—supported under his torso on the off chance he can reinjure himself.

Perry grips the other side of my desk and actually wriggles his ass at me. “Come on, get in there.”

“Fuck me. I need this.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

I run both hands over his denim-clad ass. “Did you bring lube?”

He snorts. “Of course. In my pocket.”

Thank fuck. Maybe we should wait until we’re home tonight and can make this into something special or whatever, but I don’t see the point. While Perry was in the hospital, he had a full health screening, and since we couldn’t have sex for way too fucking long anyway, I went and got checked as well.

I pull out the lube, laughing at the four packets he’s shoved in there, and then I reach around and pop the button on his jeans. He’s going commando, and it’s only too easy to push his jeans down until they’re locked around his ankles.

“Shit, you’re sexy.” I run my hand down his spine, all the way to his ass, where I draw it back and spank him hard. Perry howls, and damn, I hope Lars isn’t waiting outside because if he is, he definitely would have heard that.

With all the whining I’ve been doing about sex though, surely he’d know better.

“I showered for you,” he says, and he’s not subtle.

I lean in and spread his cheeks apart. That little pink hole makes my cock throb with want as I run my tongue over it. “I really should have jerked off this morning,” I murmur. In my defense, I thought it would be days more until we got to do this, so I’m already on edge and ready to blow, and I’m not even inside him yet.

I use my tongue to play with his hole, to soften and relax him before I’m able to slip inside. Perry’s moan is also too loud for my office, but I give exactly zero fucks as I rail him with my tongue and he presses back into my face.

“Finally,” he pants. “I’ve missed this.”

I pull my tongue free and press two fingers into him instead. “What about this?”

“So much. So, so much.”

Hearing him flustered and desperate is my favorite thing in the world. “You’ve got such a good little hole,” I tell him, squeezing lube out onto it as I thrust my fingers in harder. I make sure to avoid his prostate, wanting to really drive him out of his goddamn mind before I finally fuck him. “Should I let it have my cock?”

“You should. You definitely should. I’ve been so patient.” He’s rocking back onto my fingers, trying to take them deeper, so before he can get too into it, I add another. I know he’s getting frustrated as I focus on stretching and opening him up instead of giving him the hard pounding he wants.

“Want me to put a condom on?” I tease, already knowing the answer to that question .

Perry shakes his head hard. “Don’t you dare. I want to feel filthy by the time we’re done.”

That I can do.

I pull my fingers out and get the expected grunt of annoyance from him, but I need both hands to undo my fly. I don’t bother to undress, don’t bother to draw it out any longer than needed. I just open my pants, pull my cock out of my underwear, and then coat it with the remaining lube.

Pressing against his opening, with nothing between us, is enough to make my blood heat. He’s stretched, hungry for it, and I’m only too happy to fill him up as I push slowly inside. His body opens for me, slowly at first, and then easier the deeper I go, and it’s a challenge to not give in to the way his body is sucking me in and slam home.

This is only Perry’s second time at this, but with all the practice I imagine we’ll be having, I’ll be able to do that soon enough.

By the time I bottom out, my breathing has already deepened.

“This feels so fucking good.”

“I’ll say.” He lets go of my desk with one hand and reaches for his cock. The scar on his shoulder is still pronounced and moves over his skin as he jerks himself off. The way he gets so turned on by me being inside him has me powerless against my want for him, and I pull back a little before pushing in again.

Slowly, I build up my thrusts, adding lube when I need to until his ass stops resisting me and I’m able to move easier. Every thrust has his back arching, has my balls knocking against his, is pushing him further up the table like it’s too much, but then he’s pushing back onto me like it’s not enough.

Perry is so deliciously vocal, a never-ending plea that consists of my name and some really filthy words and not much else. Everything is so much better with him.

My suit jacket is stifling, and sweat slips down my back as I clamp hold of his hips and pound into him. It hasn’t even only been the sex that I missed, it’s this … this connection. The way that I feel when I’m deep inside him and he’s spread open for me, giving, taking, begging for me. We just work. We fit. And that gn awing lust deep in my gut gets more feral every time we’re together. It’s not stopping. It’s not ending.

This is everything.

“I’m about to come all over your desk,” he rasps.

“Do it.” Whenever I look at that spot, I’ll be reminded of this moment.

His body locks up, and he grunts out his release, clamping tighter around my dick. I’m racing toward the finishing line, skin feeling too tight, too restrictive, when all I want is to unload. To fill him up and know he’s mine.

My balls tighten, and with one last thrust, they release. I empty deep into Perry, hoping he can feel it, hoping he’s loving this moment as much as I am.

I fold forward over his body, struggling to catch my breath and put out the fire in my veins.

I gently kiss the place between his shoulder blades. “You okay?”

“Perfect.” He’s jelly against my desk.

With the last of the energy I have left, I pull out and flop back into my chair.

He doesn’t move at first, but I stop him as he’s about to.

“Wait.”

“Why?”

I reach across my desk for the whiskey and pour out a dash into a glass. Then I lean right back, eyes on his ass, and watch. “You want to feel filthy …” I kick his legs as wide as his pants will let him go, and then … after a few seconds, the first of my cum runs down his thigh.

“There we go.”

I wait for it all. For every little bit of it to spill out and coat him in my release, and only then do I gather it up and push it back inside.

Perry shivers from his neck all the way down to his toes. “Do it again.”

So I do, enjoying making him as messy as I possibly can. “Next time, I’ll have a butt plug ready for you. ”

His balls twitch. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Fill you up, plug you, then you’ll be ready to use again when I need you.”

“Oh my god.” His head thunks against my desk. “I think I’m getting hard again.”

As much as I’d love to go again right away, I also have a shitload of work to do, so I reach down, pull up his jeans, and rebutton them. Then I pull him back into my lap. We’re testing the strength of my chair as I whisper in his ear, “Maybe I can tie you up again.”

“Yes, please.”

“And we can have some fun with your mask?”

“Yes. Yes. The answer is always yes.”

I chuckle and press my lips to his temple. “You’re so perfect for me.”

He wriggles against me. “You too, pookie. You and your cum.”