CHAPTER SIX
GINGER
I TOSS MY NAPKIN ON my empty plate and moan. Holy hell, I haven’t eaten that much delicious food in forever. Dylan was sitting across from me, his eyes on me the whole time I devoured my burger, and the fish tacos. I was a total pig. “Changing your mind about dating me after seeing how much food I can put away?”
He shakes his head and sets his wineglass on the desk. “Not hardly. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on watching someone eat.”
I quirk an eyebrow and smirk. “I might have to question the things that turn you on.”
“A woman with a healthy appetite is one of the most appealing things to me.”
“Me stuffing myself silly probably would be a turn-on to a chef,” I mumble. “I know if you ever get bored of me, I’ll just grab a bag of chips, and you’ll be enraptured with me.”
A low laugh rumbles from his lips. “I’ll be sure to keep a bag next to the bed.”
“The only reason I’m okay with you laughing at me is because it’s sexy as hell.”
Another knock sounds at the door, and I groan, knowing it’s another person bearing more food. “Please tell me that is just another bottle of wine and not some decadent dessert.”
Dylan turns around from the door with another bottle of wine in his hands, but also with a plate with a silver dome on it. He sets the plate and bottle on the desk, then goes back to the door, and turns the lock. “It’s just something light, I promise.”
I reach to move the dome, and he tsks at me. “Did you just tsk me?”
He moves around to the back of the desk and pulls me out of my chair. “I did, but it’s for your own good. You don’t want to ruin the surprise.” He winds his arms around me and pulls me flush against him.
“Boring people don’t deal well with surprises,” I mutter.
He looks down at me. “I don’t know why you keep calling yourself boring. I’ve spent all night with you, and I haven’t been bored once.”
“Give it time, it’ll happen.”
He spins us around, grabs my ass, and falls into the chair I just vacated. But I am now straddling Dylan’s lap. “I’m not sure I like when you talk down about yourself.”
I roll my eyes and rest my arms on his shoulders. With my knees on either side of his legs, my core presses against his hard dick. Yes, his hard dick. While we were talking about dessert and being boring, Dylan was sporting wood. “Uh, I, um…is that for me?” I look down between us, and Dylan tilts his head down, following my gaze.
“It’s an uncontrollable reaction when I have the most beautiful woman in the world in my office, let alone my lap. You really can’t blame me.”
“I think there is a compliment in there somewhere.”
“Oh, trust me, there is.” He bucks his hips, my arms circle his neck, and I grind my core down into him.
His hands slide from my butt and glide over my bare thighs. “I assume we’re bypassing dessert?”
He buries his face in my neck and whispers in my ear, “You are dessert, Ginger.”
A tremor rocks my body, and I close my eyes at his words. My tongue glides over my lips, and I pray to God I wouldn’t come just from his words and his hands touching me. It has been too long since I’ve been properly touched by a man.
His lips blaze a trail of kisses up my neck and over my skin to my lips. His mouth finds mine, and the man kisses me like I had never been kissed before. His tongue invades my mouth in the sweetest way while his hands bunch my skirt up to my waist and then tug on the band of my panties. “I was going to take you home to have my way with you, but I don’t think I can wait that long. My desk seems like the perfect place to sink my dick inside you.”
“Jesus Christ,” I moan against his lips. “Stop talking,” I whisper. I’m going to come right here, right now with my clothes still on.
He abruptly stands. My feet wobble when they hit the floor. “Dress and panties off,” he orders.
I dumbly watch, unable to move, as he unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and tugs it over his head. His sculpted and tanned chest fills my gaze. This man is pure sex on a stick. “Ginger,” he growls, snapping me out of my stupor. “Take your dress off, or I’ll rip it off. You’re trying my patience.”
Unfortunately, I’m not quick enough. A grunt rips from his lips as he reaches down, grabs the hem of my dress, and pulls it over my head. “Changed my mind, keep the panties on. You are a man’s wet dream brought to life, sweet cheeks.”
I flush under his observation and nervously shift from foot to foot. “Can I at least take the heels off?”
He shakes his head and slowly unzips his pants. “Nope, at least, not this time.” His pants barely hang onto his hips.
Dylan Lexington, a man I met not even four hours ago, is standing in front of me, half-naked, and I do the only thing I can. I launch myself into his arms, knocking him back a step, but he manages to recover before we both take a header onto the floor. “Hi.”
“Boring my ass, babe,” he murmurs.
I wrap my arms around his neck as my legs lock around his waist, needing to feel him against me. “You caught me at a non-boring moment.”
“Sweet cheeks, you seem to talk out of your ass sometimes.”
I slap his shoulder. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to be an ass when a woman has her legs wrapped around you?”
His eyebrow quirks, and he shakes his head. “Can’t say I ever had that conversation with my mother. She was rather straight-laced and didn’t talk about how I should act with a woman wrapped around me.”
“Well,” I ponder, “I guess most moms wouldn’t.”
“You think we can stop talking about my mom now? Because as much as it turns me on to have you pressed against me, that is the one thought that can bring this train to a crashing halt.”
I cringe and shrug. “Maybe I’m more awkward than boring, which in turn makes me boring because if I let my awkward out, well, things get awkward.”
His body shakes as a laugh thunders from his lips. “You’re definitely going to keep things interesting around here.”
“We’ll see how long that lasts.”
“Sweet cheeks,” he murmurs, before spinning around and setting me on top of his desk, “you have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy proving you wrong.”
The wood of the desk cools my skin, and I glance to my right, realizing I just missed sitting on my empty plates.
Dylan reaches around me, grabs the domed plate, and sets it in my lap. “Don’t open that yet.” He clears off the rest of the dishes, haphazardly tossing them on the floor.
Then he rises and stands between my legs, resting his hands on my bare thighs, and looks down at me. “You ready for this?”
“I have to say, I haven’t been ready for anything that’s happened tonight, so I’m going to have to plead the fifth.”
He smirks and lifts the lid off the plate. It’s full of plump strawberries and raspberries and has two small dishes filled with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. “Oh hell,” I whisper. Visions of not only me but also Dylan covered in sweet chocolate flash before my eyes.
Dylan dips his finger in the chocolate and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth, sucking the sweet sauce from his finger. “Son of a bitch, Ginger,” he growls, his eyes on my mouth.
I dart my tongue over my lips, licking off the excess chocolate. “I can’t say no to chocolate,” I inform him.
He swipes his finger through the chocolate again and smears it across the swell of my breast. His tongue lashes out, and he looks up at me. “Neither can I.”
Oh Lord in Heaven above, I’m likely to self-combust from this man’s touch.
He dips a strawberry into the cream and holds it to my lips. “You aren’t going to be good for my waistline,” I mutter around the strawberry.
“I want you just the way you are.”
And that, right there, is something I’ve never heard before. No one ever seems to be content with what they have and are always looking for ways to change. Hell, I’m always looking for the best way to shed a little weight with the least amount of work. “How is it that I don’t believe you?”
He shakes his head and moves the plate from my lap. “Because you’ve been fed a pile of shit from every guy you’ve dated in the past, so you can’t see the truth when it’s right in front of you. I want you, Ginger. I want you the exact way you are right now.”
He kneels between my legs and motions for me to lift myself up. He hooks his thumbs in the waist of my panties and tugs them down my legs. I brace my arms behind me and scoot to the edge of the desk. My eyes fall on the gorgeous man between my legs, and I know my world is about to be rocked.
His fingers slide over the lips of my pussy, teasing me. “Do I get to have you, Ginger?” he asks, his voice low.
I bite my lip and nod. Pretty sure I would agree George Washington is my father if it meant Dylan would keep touching me. “Oh yeah. I’m yours.” I cringe, hoping I don’t seem too eager.
A smirk spreads across his lips, and his fingers deftly part my lips. “Time to see if you taste as sweet as you look.”
I hold my breath, watching his face inching closer to my clit. “Holy hell,” I whisper. His tongue swipes over my clit, and I clench my fists as a moan rips from my lips.
Dylan doesn’t ease into it. He knows exactly what it’s going to take to make me come, and that’s what he’s doing. His fingers work in time with his tongue, driving me closer to oblivion. I spread my legs as far as I can, yearning for him to never stop touching me.
“So greedy,” he murmurs against my pussy while two fingers plunge in and out of my slick hole. I delve my fingers into his hair, holding his head to my core, demanding more.
He devours me, driving me over the edge. My head snaps back, and I gasp, “Oh, my Christ.”
He quickly stands, his fingers still pumping into me, and pulls down his pants with his other hand. My hands rest on his abs, and I look down at his rock hard cock. Another tremor rocks through my body knowing his dick is about to be buried in me.
“Think you can stand, sweet cheeks?” he asks.
Um, I’m not sure I can do more than lie down and let Dylan have his way with me, but I’m game to try anything as long as it includes Dylan and his mighty cock. A giggle escapes my lips with the words mighty cock bouncing around in my head.
“Something tells me that goofy little smile and laugh means something awkward is about to come out of your mouth.”
I shake my head and push back on his chest. I slide off the desk and stand on shaky legs. “Nope, I’m not saying it.” At least, not right now. I know it’s only a matter of time before I’ll blurt it out.
He spins me around, presses his front against my back, and my thighs touch the desk. “Then I guess I’m just going to have to fuck it out of you.”
If I haven’t said it before, let it be known now…if this is a dream, Do. Not. Wake. Me. Up.
His hand firmly presses against the small of my back, and I slowly bend over until my breasts press flat against the top of the desk. He nudges my feet apart and presses his hard dick against my bare ass.
“So, what’s all involved in fucking it out of me?” I ask, my voice husky. Leave it to me to need the specifics of fucking.
He leans over me, his body flush against mine, and whispers in my ear, “I think I’ll just show you.”
His hands glide up the sides of my legs, and he straightens, but I stay half-sprawled on the desk. He unhooks the clasp of my bra and pushes it off my shoulders.
His cock nudges the entrance of my pussy, and my breath catches. He slowly slides in, the walls of my pussy contracting around him. I’m still coming down from his tongue and fingers, so his thick, hard dick is a welcome sensation.
“Dylan,” I groan when he’s fully planted inside me.
Two hands grip my hips, holding me in place. He slowly pulls out, then plunges back in. “This makes you mine, Ginger. For as long as you’ll have me, you’ll be mine.”
“Yes,” I hiss out.
Dylan pounds deep. He feels amazing, and I know I’m not going to last long before I explode around his dick. “Hold on, Ginger. Hold on. I feel you getting ready to come.”
I slam my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything other than the god-like man moving behind me. “Dylan,” I plead. He has a good thirty seconds to catch up to me before I take off like a rocket.
He pounds harder and deeper, trying to race to release with me. He gathers my hair that fell out of the pins and grasps it in his hand, while his other hand digs into my hip. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he moans.
I bite my lip and press my cheek against the desk. My orgasm slams into me as Dylan growls deeply and shoves into me again. His cum spills into me while our moans and groans surround us.
He covers my body with his and slowly thrusts in and out, bringing us both down. “Holy fuck,” he breathes out into my ear.
I quietly moan and close my eyes. Holy fuck pretty much sums it up. “I was right,” I murmur with my cheek still smashed against the desk.
“About what?” he pants.
“I figured you had a mighty dick. I was right.”
His body shakes against me, and I know he’s laughing at me again. I’m destined to have this man laugh at my silly thoughts. “I’m going to keep you around to keep my ego boosted, sweet cheeks. Never been told I have a mighty dick.”
“It’s like Thor’s hammer, but better.”
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the desk, straightening us both up. “Ginger, where the hell have you been all of my life?”
“Working at a boring law firm, waiting for you.”
“Well, that shit is about to change.”
“Yeah,” I agree, “I may still work at the boring law firm, but now I have you to come home to every night.”
“Damn straight.” His hands roam over my body while I let my bra slide down my arms and onto the floor. I tilt my head to the side, giving him access to blaze a trail of kisses up and down my neck. “Although, now I have to smuggle you out of my office while I know each and every one of my staff is waiting to see who I’ve been hiding in here all night.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “You mean you don’t have a secret tunnel that leads to the street?”
“No. But that’s a damn good idea.”
I laugh and press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll have to keep the good ideas coming so you’ll keep me around.”
He slaps my ass and steps back. I instantly miss the heat of his body against mine, and the telltale sign of our activities drips down the inside of my leg. “Also add a tunnel to the bathroom in those plans,” I mutter.
Dylan grabs one of the unused napkins from the desk and quickly helps to clean me up. “I can always take care of you, sweet cheeks.”
Damn the man for being so perfect. I gaze around the office, trying to figure out where my panties had sailed, and locate them hanging off one of the knives on the wall. “I don’t know if your mentor would appreciate you using his knife to hang my panties off of,” I snicker.
Dylan roars with laughter and pulls his boxers on. “You have no idea how wrong you are. He would probably be applauding us right now.”
I snag my panties from the wall and tug them up my legs. “Well, that’s good to know.” My bra is laying at Dylan’s feet, and he bends over to grab it. His butt is right in front of me, and I know the next time I get the man naked, I plan on exploring every inch of him.
He turns around, tossing the bra to me. “Get dressed, and I’ll take you home.”
Hmm, I thought we were going to go for round two when we got back to either his place or mine, but maybe he doesn’t want that. “Okay,” I mutter. I quickly hook the bra behind my back and slide my discarded dress over my head. I tug on the hem, and I’m reminded the damn thing is still too short. “I’m ready.”
Dylan is buttoning up his shirt as I look up, and his eyes are on me. “Fuck, you are beautiful.”
I bite my lip and rock back onto my heels. “Um, thank you?” Taking compliments is not something I’m used to.
He shakes his head and hands me my purse that was laying on the side of the desk. “You’ll get used to hearing that, sweet cheeks.”
Yeah, and pigs fly. That is not going to happen.
He pockets his keys and grabs my hand. It’s crazy to think not even ten minutes ago, we were both naked having sex on his desk. “Shouldn’t we clean up?” I ask, looking at the discarded dishes and office supplies that had been pushed off the desk.
“I’ll get it in the morning.”
Oh, well it’s good to know he isn’t going to send one of his staff to come in here and clean up. Lord knows what they would think we were doing in here. Although, whatever they thought would probably be right.
Delicious food and hot sex.