The words are cut off.
“Zach?” My breath catches because my boyfriend is standing in the hallway like some fever dream.
“Surprise,” he says. His bag hits the floor as he steps into the room and cups my face.
That’s it.
His mouth crashes against mine and I have no choice but to hold onto his arms as he guides me further into the room.
Slam!
The door shuts. I stumble backward until my butt hits my desk, finally giving me the opportunity to pull back a little.
“You’re—” I manage between kisses. “—supposed to be—in Carolina.”
I don’t know if he’s listening. His eyes are roaming my body as his hands slide down my sides before he tugs the shirt fabric out of my skirt.
“Game got postponed. Storm warning, so Coach let us fly back early.”
His mouth trails down my neck, nipping as he goes. I tip my head back, giving him more access, and gasp when his teeth scrape across my collarbone.
“Zach—wait—”
He pulls back just enough for me to see his dark, hungry eyes. “Do you realize how fucking hot you look right now? All buttoned-up and professional.”
His fingers toy with the top button of my blouse, and I catch his wrist, swatting it away.
“You’ll wrinkle it, and I don’t have an iron.”
He smirks with amusement. “Easy fix. I’ve got an iron. Move in with me and it’s yours.”
Before I can fire back, he lifts me effortlessly and sets me on the desk. Law papers crinkle underneath me as his hands smooth down my skirt, and when his palms reach my knees he flicks his gaze up.
His fingers thrum against my knees as he waits patiently for me to give him permission for something he doesn’t need to ask for anymore.
When I don’t challenge him, he slowly opens my legs.
“Zach,” I protest weakly, arching instead of resisting because I need to feel something after the numbness of today. “Chris and Jenni are coming over.”
He laughs, completely unbothered as his fingers trace slow circles up my inner thigh. “Good. Let them hear who you belong to. WhoIbelong to. Maybe then they’ll stop sniffing around.”
“They’ll be here any minute,” I warn.
“Then I’ll be quick.” He smirks, dropping to his knees in front of me. A sight I’ll never get bored of. “Promise I’ll make it worth it.”
Papers tear as he hikes my skirt up around my waist, revealing my black lace panties. Zach groans loud enough for the entire building to hear as he tips his chin to the ceiling.
“Fuck, Honeycomb. Were you wearing these all day at the office?” His hands slide between my thighs, only stopping when his thumbs reach the edge of the lace.
“What were you thinking about while you sat in that stuffy office, dressed like this?”
His thumbs gently stroke me through the lace, and I find it hard to breathe for a second.
Then, without warning, he replaces his thumbs with his mouth, and I feel the warm, wet heat through the lace. A broken moan tears out of me as my head thumps back against the wall.
This. This is what always helps me get out of my head.
His laughter rumbles into my center as I lift my legs over his shoulders, refusing to let him go until he finishes what he started.