Page 88 of Palm South University: Season 3
“Goddamn, you’re ready,” he breathes.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night.”
He grins against the skin at my neck, biting it with a growl. “Yeah? What have you been thinking about?”
I blindly reach behind me, feeling along his thigh until I hold his hard cock in my hand again. “This,” I pant, stroking him against my ass. “And this,” I add, arching back until just the tip of him grazes my entrance.
Brandon yanks back, dropping to his knees long enough to pull my thong to the floor before standing again, rolling the condom over himself. He takes one of my thighs in his hand, propping it up on the desk and pushing me forward until my chest is on the cool metal again. With one heel still planted on the ground and the other spread wide over the desk, he flips my skirt up, and then with one powerful thrust, he’s all the way inside me.
I cry out as my hips hit the desk with the force, the sensation of being full combined with being in an open office overwhelming me. I suddenly realize anyone could walk in on us at any minute, but I don’t give a single flying fuck. Let the whole world watch, for all I care. All I know in this moment is I want Brandon Church, and right now at least, he’s mine.
Brandon smacks my ass before sliding inside again, his hands moving to the bend of my hips, holding on with a tight grip as he pounds me into the desk over and over again. My hands writhe on the edges of the desk, desperate for something to ground me as he lifts me higher and higher. I’m so worked up from not having him that I’m already close to coming, and he must sense it, because he pulls out long enough to flip me over, hiking my thighs up onto his forearms with my back on the desk before slamming into me again.
It feels so dirty and forbidden — him still in his dress shirt and me in my dress, the bottom of it hiked up enough to allow him access to my pussy and nothing more.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen again,” Brandon says, his voice a deep growl as he leans down over the desk. He captures my mouth with his, hips still rocking inside me, hitting me at a new depth with my hips angled up toward his like this.
I whimper, so overwhelmed by the feel of him that I don’t have words. “Neither one of us are the type to follow rules.”
He grins, kissing me again before lifting himself to standing again, still hitting me at the point of pressure I need the most. When I close my eyes, my climax just within reach, he runs his hand down over my breasts, my ribs, sliding it under my skirt to press his thumb to my clit.
I gasp at the added pressure, and when he starts circling it faster and faster, still pushing into me, it’s the perfect combination to send me flying into the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Arching up off the desk, I reach for his neck, pulling his mouth to mine and panting into his kiss as I ride out my orgasm. Every nerve is on fire, my legs trembling where they’re wrapped around him, and his hands fist in my hair as I finish. It’s the sweetest release, the one only he can give me, and I savor it every inch of the float down.
“On your knees,” he says when my breathing evens out, lifting me from the desk to stand. I do as he demands, dropping to my knees with my eyes locked on his as I take him in my mouth again. My pussy is still throbbing between my thighs and I clench them tight, already ready for another round.
His eyes close, head falling back as he guides my mouth over him. I work my hands in rhythm with my mouth, sucking and licking him closer and closer to climax. When his hips start moving slower, his hands fisted hard in my hair, I reach down and cup his balls, rolling them gently, and he lets out a guttural groan as he comes in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” he moans, hands still in my hair as I swallow his release. When he’s finished, I sit back on my heels, looking up at him and licking my lips clean.
He collapses on the floor next to me, leaning his back against the desk with a heaving chest. For a moment he just focuses on his breathing, his elbows resting on his knees, and I move to sit next to him. He pulls me under one arm, both of us silent for a while, but then he looks down at me, eyes dark and wild.
“Why did you come here?”
I wipe at the corner of his mouth where my lipstick stained it, erasing the violet smear with my thumb. “Because I wanted you. I wanted you so bad I couldn’t stand it, and then I realized I’m not your intern anymore.” I shrug. “I was in a cab before I could think any further than that.”
The left corner of his mouth quirks up in a grin, his eyes roaming over me with appreciation. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
I laugh, leaning up to kiss him. “That’s because I am.”
He keeps his mouth on mine, hand framing my face as he kisses me slowly, his tongue rolling over mine in a soft rhythm. When he pulls back, his brows are bent again, eyes searching mine. “I have to tell you something.”
“Uh-oh.”
He pulls me into his lap until I’m straddling him, brushing my nest of hair out of my face. “Your manager came to me this past week, before you left, saying she wants to extend your internship another semester.”
I blink, a mixture of emotions kicking in. On the one hand, that’s amazing — Mykayla said they’ve never invited an intern back for a second semester. But on the other hand, what does it mean that she suggested it, but I never heard of it until now?
“I told her I would think about it,” he says. “And honestly, up until the very moment you walked out, I wasn’t sure I could do it. I wasn’t sure I could get a single ounce of work done if I had you around here for another five months.”
My eyes drop to his chest. “I understand that.”
“But you deserve to be here, Ashlei,” he continues, knuckles lifting my chin until my eyes are on his again. “So, I’m going to offer you the internship. I don’t want to let this… this lust between us get in the way of your career and your dreams.”
“We can still be together,” I try, but he’s already shaking his head. “No one has to know. We can keep it a secret.”
“And risk ruining the empire I’ve built and even more importantly, your reputation as a professional?” He runs his thumb along the edge of my jaw. “Ashlei, if someone found out about us, I would be judged, yes. People would probably call me a whole host of names, but at the end of the day, I would still be their boss, and they’d still respect me. But you?” His eyes soften. “Every opportunity you’ve had while you’ve been here, you’ve earned. But if anyone found out about us, it wouldn’t matter how amazing you are at your job. All of that would be erased in everyone’s mind and all they would see when they look at you is a girl who slept her way through her career. They would call you a slut and a whore and worse. And there would be nothing I could say or do to change their view of you.”