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His hands clamped down on my thighs, turning me until my own bracketed his hips, until we rocked against each other, and the last thing on my mind was stopping.
I couldn’t have said when his T-shirt had vanished or when he’d yanked my shirt open, sending buttons scattering.
All I knew was the heat of his skin bleeding into mine and the building ache between my legs as he guided my desperate little grinds, each dragging out mewling, traitorous sounds.
“Josh—the door,” I whimpered, panties already damp against his joggers.
“Right,” he growled, hips twitching up before he pulled me to my feet in a fluid motion.
My knees locked to keep me standing. My chest heaved, my bra was a mere suggestion, the cups pooling under my breasts. As I struggled to draw breath, he yanked a chair and propped it under the door handle, before I landed on his lap again with a yelp.
He’s gonna stab me with that thing.
Not that I was much opposed. In fact, I couldn’t put my finger on when I’d first realised it, but I wanted to climb him like a tree. The thought was concerning, as was the wetness pooling between my legs.
But with his mouth on my neck, and my hand smothering my moans, it was hard to remember anything else existed, let alone why I wasn’t supposed to let him ruin me.
“That’s it, just like that,” he purred, bunching my skirt up around my waist, before his fingers cupped my ass to drive me against him harder. But it was the praise that made my toes curl. Not that he needed to know—or he’d use it against me.
My arms hooked around him, my nails bit into his warm, hard back, and I buried my face in his neck, feeling like I was going to shatter any moment.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hips stuttering up.
Goddamn joggers, thin enough I felt the shape of him under me. My pussy pulsed around nothing, greedy and stupid, and I chased that elusive, white-hot ball of pleasure darting just out of reach.
My moans bit into his skin—or maybe those were my teeth—as his hand traced the inside of my thigh, before his palm splayed on my lower stomach and his thumb brushed my clit, the touch a match struck against sensitive nerves.
Electricity zinged through me. I jolted in his arms, and his breath hitched near my ear, like he was barely holding it together too.
Finding a rhythm, he rubbed decisive circles over my throbbing core, each one fraying my composure further.
“Josh, nngh—” I whined, in plea or warning, I didn’t know.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Just let go,” he cooed, before his mouth landed on my neck, and my teeth sank into the dip of his shoulder, hard enough he jolted under me again.
Baby?!
What the—
“That’s it… come for me.”
The whispered command sent heat scorching down my spine.
My nails dug into his back, and his skin caught my shuddering moan as I arched and trembled in his arms, before slumping against him like something had cut my strings. His breath hitched as he stuttered under me, biting a guttural groan onto my collarbone, before stilling as well.
Our desperate, sharp little gasps for air collided between us, curling around the otherwise silent seminar room.
Oh, god. Oh, god…
My fingers slackened, and our breathing evened and synced, and still, I hadn’t pulled back. I didn’t know how to face him now, after I’d—Oh my fucking god, what did I just—
His hands slid to my waist, before drawing nonsense patterns along my spine, a soothing rhythm that slowed my heart to safer levels.
“You okay?” he whispered, mouth brushing over the shell of my ear.
Before I could answer, voices rang out right outside the door and we both froze.
“—maybe I left it in here?” a familiar voice boomed.
