She tastes so damn sweet.
“I love you too but get me in this truck. Now.”
I struggle to get the keys out of my pocket because I can't force myself to detach my mouth from Meadow's skin.
“Hurry,” she begs. “I'm so wet and I want you so bad, Dex.”
Well, fuck! I don't need to be told twice.
Managing to pull myself away from her, I get the doors open on my Dodge and we pile in the back seat. She kicks her heels off and then bunches her dress up around her hips.
“These are hot.” I trace my finger along her slit, that's covered by a pink lace thong.
She wasn't lying. She is soaked.
I'm one lucky son of a bitch.
“Yeah?” she asks, as she shimmies them down her legs. “I'm just glad you won't be able to rip them to shreds like you did on my birthday.”
“I ripped them, huh? Nice.” I grin while nodding my approval and she throws her panties at my head.
“Shut up.”
I shove the lacy garments into my pocket and then proceed to undo my pants, freeing my achy cock from its confines. “Get over here, you.” I grab her arm and yank her to me.
“I can't believe we're doing this,” she giggles as she maneuvers herself to straddle my lap.
“It was your idea.” I pull the bodice of her dress down, exposing her perfect breasts.
“Yeah, but we're taking a huge risk if we get caught.”
“As long as it's not the cops, we should be good. Plus, it's our mom’s fault for not letting us leave.”
I place her breast in my mouth and suck and nip at her cherry colored nipples. She squirms in my lap, begging for more, as I play with them, making them both long and hard.
These are mine. Forever and ever.
“Your perfection, Meadow.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
She grips my dick, and runs it along her slick slit, teasing me, as her sweet juices cover the tip. “Is this what you want?”
“Fuck, baby. I think that’s a bit of a no-brainer.” My hand slips around the back of her neck, bringing her down to me, needing to consume her lips once more. Feeling I might never get enough of her—ever.
Slowly, she sinks herself onto me, and I groan. The tightness and her silkiness is the heaven I had imagined these last few weeks.
And this reality is better than any fucking wet dream I could ever have.
I could seriously kick myself for waiting so long to have this.
“Darn it,” she exclaims with a little giggle.
“What?” I break away from her, eyeing her curiously.
“I was kind of hoping once you got inside of me, it would jump start your memory and you'd remember making love to me on my birthday.”
I chuckle and thrust my hips upwards making her yelp. “No, but I'm about to make this memorable for the both of us for always.”
“Oh yeah? Is that a threat?” she pants, resting her forehead to mine, as she starts to roll her hips along with my thrusts.
“No, it's a promise. And I'll tell you right now, I'll never forget again.”
Chapter Fourteen
Meadow
I lean back in my chair and chew on the edge of my pen, the memories of the special weekend Dexter and I had together flood my mind. We've been together for a month now, and we celebrated by going to North Beach. The relaxation, sunshine, and most of all the great sex is not only what I needed to recharge, but to feel like a brand-new woman. My whole-body tingles and throbs remembering the new heights Dexter took my body to. The sensual massages, the kisses, and how he cherished every inch of me. He made me fall in love love with him all over again.
Sure, the walks on the beach, the daiquiris and laying in the sun were nice too. But that man's tongue and fingers are like heaven.
There’s a knock on my door, pulling me from my daydream. I throw my pen down to my desk and pretend to look busy before I answer. “Yeah?”
The door opens slowly and Dexter’s head pops in around it. “How’s my favorite girl?” I smile seeing him. He steps into my office fully, holding a plastic bag with a yellow smiley face on it. The smell of chicken and ginger fill my office.
“Hey, I wasn't expecting you.” I stand from my desk and greet my deliciously sinful boyfriend. Boyfriend. Wow. It still boggles my mind sometimes when I think that word.
“I bought us lunch from your favorite Chinese restaurant down the street. Thought you might be hungry.” He smirks and kicks the door closed behind him.
“You have no idea.” I grab his black skinny tie and roll it around my hand. “I've worked up quite an insatiable appetite after this weekend,” I purr, laying a kiss to his jaw.
He lays the bag of takeout on my desk and places his hands on my hips.
“I love you,” he whispers, laying little kisses into the side of my neck.
Ever since he uttered those meaningful words at the party, it's as if they took on a whole other life. They became powerful little shocks of electricity, that zipped and zapped every time they left our lips right into our hearts. Maybe it's over dramatic and Hallmark cliché in a way, but when you have loved someone for their whole life, it becomes richer and more significant and your heart does start beating a whole new rhythm.
“Have I told you how much I love hearing that?”
“You're never going to stop hearing it, cause I love telling you.”
“Dexter Greene, so mushy.” I giggle and he brushes his nose with mine giving me a devilish smile in return.
Oh, I love this look. This look means I’m in trouble.
The good kind of trouble.
The temperature in the room instantly rises, my cheeks and chest flush. I’m now needy and have the urge to touch him. I reach up and run my fingers through his soft hair and plant a kiss to the corner of his lips.
“Do you have any clients coming in or meetings today?”
“No.” I bite my lip.
“Mr. Hanson around?” His eyes dance with mine as he undoes the top button of my blouse.
“Nope.”
“Good.” He leans in and kisses behind my ear. “Because I didn't only come here for lunch.”
“I didn’t think you did,” I whisper and every inch of my skin heats in anticipation.
He hikes up my skirt to my ass, then slides his hands under the rumpled fabric, grabbing ahold of my panties. “You won't be needing these.” With the combination of his husky voice and his lustful stare, I'm surprised my thong doesn't melt in his hand.
“No?”
“I should have told you not to even bother wearing them today.” He falls to his knees, pulling the thin fabric down my legs. I kick off my heels to free my panties and he stuffs the garment in his pocket.
He spreads my legs and his eyes glint to mine with a delicious threat. “You want me to eat this little…”
“Shut up…” I grab the back of his head and push it into my core. His hands grab my ass, pulling me in closer and he devours me. I throw my head back as he works his magic tongue and it takes me back to yesterday on the beach, as he took me to bliss on the lounger under a towel.
When his fingers get in on the game, I come like crazy, yanking on his hair and calling his name. “Now, that's what I call an appetizer,” Dex groans, as he finishes lapping up my juices.
Once he's done, he stands and kisses me. I moan when I taste my saltiness on his tongue, and it only gives me a craving for him. Reaching down, I unhook his belt and push down his pants and his boxers to free his cock. I fist it in my hand, working it over and tease it along my slit. “Later, I want this in my mouth,” I mutter against his lips.
“Whatever you want, Miss Lexington. I'll never deny you.”
“Will you fuck me now though?” As much as I want him in my mouth, I want him inside me more.
“Yes, ma'am.” He slowly sinks into me, and my legs wrap around him tighter, pulling him in closer, deeper.
His lips possess mine, overtaking a
ll my senses, as he thrusts into me. I'm at his mercy, entirely his. And to think a few months ago, I wasn't sure we would ever be here. Hopelessly in love…and making love on my desk…we've come so far and now I'm more than certain, I have forever loving this man.
Dexter lifts me off the desk, bouncing me on his cock, taking me harder and deeper. My whole body is tingling, and my stomach and core are clenching.
“You’re right there, aren't you baby?” Dex mutters, and I mumble out something incoherent that resembles a yes. “That’s what I like to hear.” He recaptures my lips and thrusts into me faster.
Between the sounds of our moans, I make out the sound of my office door opening. “Fuck,” I murmur under my breath, breaking away from Dexter’s lips. I wrap myself tighter around Dex’s body, peering at Kayleigh who is standing at the doorway looking at a couple of papers in her hands.
“Meadow, do you have the orders for Den—” Her eyes lift and instantly go wide. “Oh my god!” Kayleigh shrieks, and covers her mouth. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I'm doing? Get out!” I yell and point towards the door. Dexter sits me back on the desk and hides his head in my shoulder, laughing it up.
“Yeah, sorry.” She shakes her head, flustered, but I see her peeking at Dexter’s half exposed ass. Who is still painstakingly making short, sweet thrusts into me.
“Oh and lock the door too. Thanks.” I smirk, and I swear I hear her mutter bitch under her breath, but I don't care. I’m so close at this point, she can bring everyone in to watch and I wouldn’t care. The door clicks behind her as she goes.
“Oh shit…” Dexter groans, his forehead resting on mine. His thrusts suddenly stop, and I squeeze my walls needing him to move.
“What are you doing? Don't stop,” I whine, tightening my legs around him.
“I want this to last, where you come so hard you forget your name.” He tries to pull away from me, and I grip my fingers into his shoulders.
“I swear to god, Dex, if I don't come right now and our food gets cold, I will kill you,” I grit out and then for good measure, I plaster on the biggest sugary sweet smile I can muster. I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion between innocence and crazed serial killer.
“Yes, ma'am.”
He grabs my legs and tells me to lie back. I do as he says and fall back amongst the scattered papers on my desk. He lifts my legs, my heels now resting on his shoulders. He grips my thighs and plows into me. The papers around me go flying to the floor as I’m pushed back across my desk.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grits out and slams into me harder. Again and again.
I bite on the edge of my hand to keep myself from screaming and nod my head. He chuckles and reaches down, to play with my clit. But the second his thumb circles around my overly sensitive nub, I explode. “Fuck! Yes!” My eyes roll back in my head and my body quivers on my desk.
“Damn baby, I don't know if they heard you all the way over in the other building.”
I try to swat at him, but my hand falls limp to the desk. Dexter's pace hasn't relented, drawing on the aftershocks of my orgasm. “You're squeezing me so tight,” he groans, grabbing a hold of my thighs, and thrusting deep inside of me as he comes. “God damn.” He breathes out, leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips. “Always fucking amazing.”
“Mmm,” I hum, at a loss for words for the moment.
He chuckles and reaches for one of the scattered papers by my head. “So, how’s the Jacobson account going?”
“Not as good as this,” I murmur, knowing nothing is ever as good as the two of us together.
“Good answer.” He kisses me again and slowly drops my legs down.
He digs around in the bag of takeout, which managed not to fly to the floor during our sexscapades, and pulls out some napkins. He cleans us up and then helps me sit up.
“I'm going to have to take advantage of you at your office one day.” I grab his tie and place a kiss behind his ear.
“You're forgetting one thing, babe.”
“What's that?”
“I have glass walls.”
Oh yeah. Well…shit…
“Peep show?”
We settle onto the small couch in my office, our lunch spread out on the coffee table. I stab my fork into a juicy piece of orange chicken. I'm starving. Thank god for Dexter because I probably would've only eaten the candy bar I have in my desk for lunch.
“Hopefully, Kayleigh catching us doesn't affect your promotion,” Dex says as I moan my appreciation for the delicious chicken that hits my taste buds.
I chew and swallow, shaking my head. “If she knows what’s good for her, she won't say anything.”
After Kayleigh took her little “vacation” she came back wanting to start over and appeared to be a changed person. She still is a bit of a stuck up snob, but she's been ninety percent easier to work with and no longer tries to sabotage me
Because if she does. She's not getting another chance from me.
“Plus, even if she did, I don't think Mr. Hanson would care. He was as bad as everyone else when he found out we finally got together. Even asked if he could help plan the wedding.” I roll my eyes. I know it was mainly because it would look bad if I went with someone else instead of my own company to plan my wedding.
“Again, people always in this hurry to marry us off.” Dexter chuckles and picks up a piece of his moo shu pork. “Don't they know we already practically are.”
The topic of marriage reminds me of that conversation we had a while back about roommates. I bite my lip and wonder how Dex will take my news that I've been hiding from him for the last few days because I’m worried about how he'll take it. I didn't want to tell him before we left for our weekend because it’s going to be such a huge change for us.
Huge.
“Hey, do you remember when you talked about the idea of getting another roommate?”
“I was just messing around with you.” He leans over and kisses my nose. “I only want you.”
“Oh, well, um...you see there might be a change in those plans now.” I place my hand on my stomach and his eyes go wide, and his face goes deathly pale.
“What...what do you mean? Are you?” His finger points to my stomach. “No way.”
“Am I what?”
I rub my stomach again, and I watch as his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. “Pre-gnant?... but how, though? I mean, it’s too soon...isn't it?” He pauses, and his breathing gets heavier. “Unless, fuck! Your birthday. Holy shit.” He counts on his fingers and looks to the ceiling, but I'm pretty sure he has no idea what he's counting.
I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from busting out laughing at his reaction, but it's priceless. He's freaking out and I haven't even said anything yet. He continues to stare at the ceiling, mouthing to himself and I guess it's time to bring him back to reality.
“Dex? Babe.” I touch his knee. “Slow your roll.”
His head pops back down at me, and he's still white as a ghost. “I wasn't ready for this. But okay. I got it. The house I wanted to build for us originally only had three bedrooms. Like that's enough, but then I got to thinking and that's stupid because what if we want more kids. I never really thought of kids before…”
My hand flies to his mouth and I cover it to keep him from talking. Now I'm sure my face is pasty white. “Is that what you were sitting there calculating?” He nods as I remove my hand from his mouth. “God Dex, I'm not pregnant, you crazy man. I went to the pound last week and fell in love with this dog and was hoping we could adopt her. Be pet parents. Now what the fuck is this about a house?”
“Gotcha!” He smirks and attacks me down to the couch and blows a raspberry into the side of my neck, making me groan and laugh.
“What do you mean, got me? You totally thought I was knocked up.”
He grins and rubs his nose to mine. “Oh, I did for a second. Till you let out a little snort when you tried not to laugh.”
“Damn. So
…no house? It had started to sound good through your rambling.”
“One day, I will design the house of your dreams. But let's get back to this new house guest. This dog. Is it bigger than my hand this time?”
“Yes, she's a Doberman. I've already named her Lady.”
“Lady, huh?” He snorts. “We will see about that. Is this lady going to hate me?”
“Hopefully not. I want you to come down and meet her. She's so sweet,” I gush.
I didn't mean to adopt a dog when I went to the pound on my lunch break last week. It just happened. I fell in love and put the paperwork in for her. She's not mine quite yet, there's still a few steps to fulfill before she can come home, but I hope she will be.
And if Dex says yes.
“Yes, but your idea of sweet dogs are ones that bite at my ankles and eat my shoes and piss on all my stuff.” He raises an eyebrow and I laugh. Poor guy will be forever scarred by my pup.
“You loved Pickles. Stop it.”
“I loved him because you did. That’s all I’ll defend. I'll come down and meet her.”
“Really?” I clap my hands. “I promise, you'll love her.”
He grabs my chin and plants a kiss to my lips. “I'm sure I will. Now let's get back to more important matters, such as, maybe it's time we only cohabit one room now.”
“Why can't we keep taking turns? I mean we just started dating.”
His eyes narrow into little slits. “I think it's time we make use of that third bedroom for what it's actually for.”
The master bedroom. Instead of fighting over who got it, we had used it as the rental. Then when it wasn't being used, it became an office slash work out area.
“I don’t know. Shouldn't we see if we like each other first, ya know, before we like live-live together?” I tease, wanting to egg him on because it's fun.
He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, Meadow?” He yanks me to his lap, and I straddle his hips. My nails trace up the side of his neck into his hair.
“Why does it matter what bed we sleep in, you have me—forever and ever. Remember? You made that lifelong commitment already when we were eleven. Sucker.”
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