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"Shit, Gwen." He growled my name again as I increased my speed, bobbing up and down on him roughly now.
His hand was white-knuckled as it held onto the edge of the desk while his other continued its harsh hold on my hair, a silent plea for me not to stop. I felt him quiver under my touch, a sure sign he was on the precipice of sweet release.
"Fuck, Ness," he gasped, his whole body drawn taut and trembling. The veins on his neck popped out and his face flushed deep red as he tried to maintain a semblance of control. His eyes, wide and glossy, were locked onto mine as if I held his very life in my hands.
I maintained eye contact, loving the way his pupils dilated when I pressed down on his prostate. His response was instantaneous and powerful, a loud groan that ricocheted off the walls of the office as my name slipped from his lips like a prayer.
Watching him coming undone was enough to satiate me, but I didn't want to let up just yet. I wanted him begging for release, so I continued with the relentless rhythm of my ministrations.
His body bucked uncontrollably under me, desperate for relief that seemed both within reach and miles away at the same time. His hips were thrusting in sync with every bob of my head now, trying to dictate the pace.
With one final push against his prostate and eager suction from me, Atticus finally let go. He groaned out my name again, louder this time as he rocked up into my mouth desperately.
His grip on my hair tightened as waves of pleasure crashed over him, washing away any coherent thought or control from his mind. His body shuddered beneath me, every twitch and spasm magnified by the tight confines of our intimate embrace.
The spasms racked his body, and I reveled in them, sucking him deeper into my mouth, swallowing down every shot of his release that spilled from him. He seemed lost in pleasure, his deep groans filling the room as he came apart under my touch.
His face was a beautiful sight, a perfect mix of delicious agony and immense pleasure. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly as he fought to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss any second of this moment. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, and his breath came out in ragged pants that further heightened the intoxicating atmosphere in the room.
With an earth-shattering moan that echoed around the office, Atticus finally collapsed back into his chair, his hand still gripping my hair as if it were the only thing grounding him. The frenzied pace we'd held moments ago slowed to a relaxed rhythm as he took a moment to come down from his high.
The intimate silence that blanketed us was filled with our staggered breaths and the occasional soft sigh escaping from Atticus’s lips. Pulling away slowly, I watched him carefully.
The power shifted back to Atticus after a few moments of panting recovery. He roughly yanked me up his body then sloppily kissed me, unabashed, unconcerned about tasting himself on my lips.
When he pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded. “I’m going to tan your ass for that. You could have hurt yourself.”
I smirked at him as he gave me another hard kiss. “I’m already more than tan. However will you tell?”
His brows lifted in surprise. “My wife is a brat now? Okay, good to know. I’m going to spank you until you’re dripping for me. Then I’m going to spread those beautiful cheeks and fill your ass like you seem to be begging me to.”
A shiver of anticipatory pleasure ran down my spine at his words, a delicious promise that sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me. "Is that so?" I managed to say, trying to sound nonchalant even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
His eyes narrowed as he studied me, clearly not fooled by my blasé tone. "You think I won't do it?" His voice was low and husky, a tone that always made my skin tingle.
“You have another a call, and I have to go. I love you.”
His eyes widened at my words, disbelief replacing the roguish spark that had been dancing in his gaze just moments ago. "Gwen…"
26
Gwen
Atticus reached for me and I deftly avoided his grasp. "I have to go."
His phone rang, and his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at me, trying to pull me into his lap. "I love you." I whispered.
And that was the way I left him. Pants undone, dick out, still hard, looking like he wanted to tear every piece of clothing off my body. Was I horny? Hell, yeah. Was it worth it watching him come completely undone? Absolutely. God, I loved him. Even though things were currently terrifying and scary.
He was making it a point to make me feel loved, make me feel safe. Every action, from making sure to slide smoothies in front of me on the days I left too early to grab food, to making little gummy bear treats appear out of nowhere when things were stressful with my team or when I was poring over files of Pendragon and doing Micah's homework.
He was taking care of me. He was showing me how much he loved me every day, and it was beautiful and fun. And we kept discussing the rule that we weren’t going to shag in the office anymore, but honestly, that one was hard to stop.
Technically, I hadn't broken the rule. I had just sucked him off. That was different.
I grinned to myself as I marched out of his office and waived at Andrew. He gave me a broad smile that either said he had no idea what we'd been doing in there and he was just being very friendly, or he knew exactly what we'd been doing in there and he approved of me softening his boss's mood.
"Mrs. Price, erm Gwen, if Mr. Price comes looking for you, where should I tell him you've gone?"
