I shiver. “Why . . . why are you here?”
“You aren’t happy to see me?” He smiles and lifts me onto the desk.
Oh. “Yeah . . . of course I am,” I tell him. I am always happy to see him.
“I may have to consider coming back here after all, just so I can do this every day,” he says and puts his hands on my thighs.
“Someone could come in here.” I try to be stern, but my tone is shaky.
“Nope—Vance is at a meeting for the rest of the afternoon and Kimberly has agreed to call if she needs you.”
The idea of Hardin hinting to Kimberly what we could be doing in here makes my cheeks heat, but my hormones take over. I glance at the door.
“Locked,” he answers cockily.
Without thinking, I pull Hardin closer and immediately put my hand over his crotch, palming him through his jeans. He groans and unbuttons his jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers.
“This is going to be faster than usual, okay, baby?” he says and slides my panties over.
I nod with anticipation and lick my lips. He chuckles and pulls me by my hips to the edge of the desk. My lips attack his neck and I hear the foil packet being ripped open.
“Look at you—three months ago you would blush at the mention of sex, and now here you are letting me fuck you on your desk,” he whispers and slams into me.
Hardin clamps his hand over my mouth and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. I can’t believe I am actually letting Hardin have sex with me on a desk, at the place of my internship, with Kimberly less than a hundred feet away. As much as I hate to admit it, the idea actually drives me crazy. In the best way.
“Are you going . . . to be . . . quiet . . .” he says in short spurts and moves even faster. I nod and pant, grabbing on to his biceps so I don’t fall off the desk from his assault.
“You like it this way, don’t you? Fast and hard?” He grits his teeth. I gently bite down on his palm to keep quiet.
“Answer me or I’ll stop,” he threatens.
I lower my eyes at him and nod, too overwhelmed with sensation to actually speak.
“I knew you would,” he says, and flips me over so my stomach is on the desk.
Oh God. He thrusts back into me and moves slowly before wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up so he can kiss my neck. The tension grows in my stomach and his movements grow sloppier—and I know we are both close. With his final thrust he kisses my shoulder before pulling out of me and helping me off the desk.
“That was—” I try to say and he silences me by kissing my lips.
“Yeah . . . it was.” He finishes my thoughts before pulling his pants back up. I run my fingers through my hair and wipe under my eyes to make sure my makeup is in place before looking at the clock. It’s almost three. The day has escaped me once again.
“You ready?” he asks.
“What? It’s only three.” I point to the clock.
“Christian said you can leave early. I spoke to him an hour ago.”
“Hardin! You can’t just ask him if I can leave early; this internship is important to me.”
“Babe, relax. He mentioned that he would be out all day and he was the one who brought up you leaving early.”
“I don’t want anyone to think I am taking advantage of this opportunity.”
“No one thinks that. Your GPA and your work speak for themselves.”
“Wait . . . so then why didn’t you just call me and tell me I could come home?” I raise a brow at him.
“I have wanted to bend you over that desk since your first day here.” He gives me a smug smile and grabs my jacket for me.
I want to tell him how crazy he is to come here just to have sex with me on the desk, but I can’t deny that I loved it. Looking at him in that T-shirt with those inked muscles, I could never deny him anything.
AS WE WALK to our cars, he squints at the sun and says, “I was thinking we should go get whatever we are going to wear to that dreadful wedding.”
“Good idea,” I agree. “But I’m driving your car back home and we can leave my car, then go.” I jump into his car before he can protest. He just shakes his head and smiles.
After dropping my car off, we go to the mall. Hardin whines and complains like a child the entire time and I literally have to coerce him with sexual bribes to get him to buy a tie. He ends up getting black dress pants, a black jacket, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. Simple, but perfect for him. He refuses to try everything on, so I hope it all actually fits him. He would take any excuse not to go to the wedding, but I am not going to let that happen. Once we get him settled, it’s my turn.
“The white one,” he says and gestures to the short white dress in my hand, the other option being a longer black one. Since Karen mentioned that the color scheme was black and white, I figured I would stick to it. Hardin seemed to really like the white dress I wore yesterday, so I decide to listen to him. Much to my annoyance, before I realize what he’s doing, Hardin goes from “just carrying” my dress and shoes to paying for them. When I protest, the young girl at the register smiles and shrugs as if to say, “What do you expect me to do?”
“I have to do some work tonight, so I won’t be home for dinner,” he tells me as we walk out of the mall.
“Oh. I thought you worked from home.”
“I do, but I need to go to the library for a little bit,” he explains. “I won’t be gone too late.”
“I’ll just go grocery shopping while you are gone,” I tell him and he nods.