Page 112 of The Need to Know

“Was a benefit to our friendship, wouldn’t you say?” Her smirk and demeanor reminded me of Cesar’s earlier. She walked her fingers up my chest. “And if you quit pouting, we can benefit again from it.”

Fuck this.

In a blur, I had her over at the desk, pressed against the edge. Her breathing was heightening and the control was leaving her grasp.

“I think it’s time to show you why I love this office versus the Heart Suite,” I told her.

To tease me, Nastasia turned around, poking her ass out as she pressed her palms down flat on the desktop. “Oh, back shots, right?”

The nerve of her to come to my club after ghosting me all day. The sight of her little body, of her swinging her hips back and forth, of her looking back at me with a dare in her eyes, took me from annoyed to aroused.

I leaned her forward over the desk, arched her back the way I liked, and placed her hands the appropriate space apart.

“Keep your hands planted like that,” I instructed. “And whatever you do, don’t budge.”

“Sure.”

I smirked as I lifted her skirt, exposing her bareness beneath it. “Oh, you think you can handle all this steel from behind?”

“I’ve had it before.” Nastasia glanced back at me, sizing me up. “And if my memory serves me correctly, it’s just okay.”

I cupped her round ass, palming it before smacking it hard, causing her to jolt forward. “Remember that.”

I had to make this quick, but at the same time, I wanted to enjoy her.

I reached around her waist and found her clit, circling my fingers around it gently to stir her up.

“Mmm,” she let out as she squirmed.

I pulled out a condom from my wallet. “You said you like it slow?” I recalled as I unzipped my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I slid my boxer briefs down with them and rolled the condom on. “Here’s our rule, you slip out of this position, and I’m going to go deeper.” I was in her ear. “Harder.” I toyed with her clit slowly. “Faster. Got it?”

“Yes!” her pitchy voice promised.

Gripping her waist with one hand, I rubbed my length along her clit, slowly, before stopping completely and stepping back.

Nastasia whimpered, leaning back to find me for more.

She wasn’t going to last long with my rules.

I entered her gradually, despite the immediate feeling making me want to go wild. I took her with slow and long strokes, committing her to memory and really savoring the sensation.

Nas.

“Uh.” Nastasia moaned and fell forward, unable to take this speed.

“I know, baby, I know,” I soothed her.

My pace quickened with her disobedience and before long she was calling out my name, yelling “Yes,” and telling me how she liked it, how she needed it, how she wanted more.

Fuck.

I reached around her again and touched her spot, needing her to finish first because she was killing me with her words.

Nastasia was chasing it just as bad as I was. She started matching my movements, meeting my pace as her hand came down and covered mine on hers.

Oh fuck.

She crossed the line first and I followed soon after, almost entirely collapsing on top of her when I was done.