Page 101 of Say My Name

“Yes.”

“If I come inside you, you could get pregnant.”

“I know.” She pushes back against me. “I want you inside me.”

The directness of it, the absence of any excuse, almost finishes what her hand started.

The words almost finish what her hand started.

I guide my cock between her legs and slide inside slowly. Elena’s fingers spread against the glass as she takes me deeper, and I keep one hand at her hip until I’m fully inside.

“All right?”

“Yes.” She rocks back, taking me deeper. “Move.”

I draw out and thrust into her.

The desk shifts across the carpet. Elena shoves the laptop safely out of range without breaking rhythm.

“That has the revised model on it,” she says, because of course that’s what she’s thinking about.

“Of course it does.” I grip her hips and give her the harder rhythm she’s pushing back to meet. In an office typically full of phones and voices, every sound she tries to hold back lands with stark clarity.

I slide one hand around her and find her clit.

Elena’s head drops. “Fuck.”

“Look at me.”

Her eyes lift to our reflection in the window.

“Tell me what you wanted all afternoon.”

“This.”

“Be specific.”

I circle her clit and drive into her harder. Her mouth opens on a broken breath.

“You,” she says. “I wanted you to fuck me over my desk.”

Hearing the words, specific and stripped of all justification, feels like its own kind of coming.

“You wanted me to fuck you here. Now look at us.”

Her body tightens around me.

I watch her face while I change the pressure under my fingers. “Say my name.”

“Dominic.”

“Again.”

“Dominic.” She pushes back hard and loses the next words on a moan. “Fuck, Big D.”

I stop.

Elena goes still beneath me.