Page 85 of When You Stayed
I gasped as he gripped my hips and pushed further inside, filling me entirely. The skirt around my hips constrained me in a way that made this hotter, and his deep strokes more intense. He groaned loudly as he pulled his cock out of me, and then shoved forward, forcing the desk to slide.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried. My eyes slammed shut, my fingers tightly holding on as Ford lifted my waist and began hammering into me at a brisk pace. He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t slow. No, he was so rough and fucking desperate that he had my orgasm building faster than it ever had before. I was panting, but the aggressive movement of his jolts had me scrambling for a better hold on the desk, which knocked even more things off.
“Do you have any idea how this looks, Rose? My swollen cock sliding in and out of your pretty cunt while you have these fishnet stockings on? Fuck, baby, this image will be ingrained in my memory forever.” His voice was strained and his breathing was labored as he continued his rough pace.
The desk was noisily moving, which would surely have alerted anyone that we were in here if the music wasn’t blaring loudly in the hall.
“Fucking mine. All mine.” He rasped in a choppy, hoarse voice.
My cheek was plastered to the desk; tears had gathered from howgood he felt inside of me. I was frantic in a way I hadn’t felt before. I needed to rip my fingers through his clothes, tear his skin, brand him in the same way he’d branded me. I needed him to keep moving and keep going even though I was fairly certain a pen was lodged into my hip.
“Harder, Ford. Fuck me harder.”
His fingers gripped my ass cheek, and he let out a grunt. “Already milking my cock so fucking tight, baby, I—” But his movements became more untethered, as another rip sounded and then somehow his cock landed so deep inside me that it set off an earth-shattering orgasm. My voice was shrill as I came undone with a scream. His dirty praises increased as his movements quickened, and he slammed home, and then a roar came from him as he froze.
I wasn’t even aware of him pulling out, but I felt when he’d gently started cleaning me with tissue. “Do you need me to go find you anything?” He pressed a kiss to my forehead as he helped me up from the desk.
I shook my head. “I’m okay, thank you.”
“How bad did I rip them?” He winced, which was cute and made me smile. I didn’t care about the tights, or the fact that I was at work. I loved that he was here every night with me. I’d moved from being worried about his presence and how it would impact my promotion to not caring. Over the past two weeks, we’d fallen into a routine that I loved. Every night, I was in his bed, just as he’d requested.
We were in a bit of a bubble, which had him removed from the club at night, and had me not going home. I’d go see my family during the day, but by dinner, I was driving over to Ford’s. Some nights I’d cook for him, other nights, we’d go out and find a spot to eat together or Ford would cook. It was the happiest two weeks of my life. I’d stopped worrying as much about Taryn, although she’d check in with me from time to time. I was gloriously unaware of any drama that existed outside of my bubble, and that’s exactly how I wanted to keep it.
“Let me go to the bathroom and freshen up, and I’ll be right out,” I said before dipping into a crouch to pick up all the things that had fallen from Rodney’s desk. Ford immediately dropped down to help.
“There is some small pleasure this brought me,” Ford joked.
I smiled over at him. “Fucking me on Rodney’s desk?”
He nodded before picking up the stapler that had fallen, but a piece of paper immediately floated from the bottom as he lifted it.
Furrowing my brow, I reached forward, plucking it up. “What is this?”
Ford was over my shoulder, reading.
Topher McDaniels
563-222-9468
“Why the fuck does he have the phone number for the president of the Murdoch Devil Riders?”
My face swung his way. “You know about the Murdoch Devil Riders?”
His eyes narrowed. “Of course I do. How do you know about them?”
Oh shit. All I could think of was Nova. If I said how I knew, then she’d hate me, and it would eventually lead back to the fact that they were behind the video, or at least the ones hired for it. I didn’t want to get her in trouble or throw her under the bus, not when she seemed to be happy with the guy she was dating.
“Just talk,” I said easily, then asked, “Could these be the bikers Rodney was meeting with that day you told me not to follow him?” I knew what Connor had told me, but I didn’t want to let on that I’d been keeping things from him.
Ford’s thick brows curved as confusion tugged his mouth down. “No, those were Soul Reapers.”
Why had Connor said they were the Murdoch Devil Riders then? Something wasn’t adding up.
“Could they be working together?”
Ford took the paper and then stood, stuffing it into his pocket. I rose as well, watching him wearily.
Before he could respond to me, he pulled his phone out and placed it next to his ear.
