This Is Where I Sleep by Tiffany Patterson

thighs together, resisting the urge to shift and cross my legs. I didn’t want him to see how much he affected me.
    “Why are you acting like you don’t want me?”
    I swallowed deeply and looked him straight in the eye. “Because I don’t.”
    “Liar.”
    Of course, it was a lie, but I refused to admit that to him.
    “You’re so full of yourself. How do you know I’m lying?”
    “Because I can see your nipples straining through your shirt, and I can smell your arousal all the way over here,” he said, devouring me with his gaze.
    At that point, I crossed my legs, squeezed my thighs together even more, but still refused to give in.
    “Liar,” I told him turning the tables on him.
    “Am I?” He raised his brow with a cocky smirk. “Bring your ass over here.”
    I wanted to hold up my resistance, but I couldn’t. His deep voice, arrogant demeanor, and hungry eyes had my body moving on its own in his direction. Once I was within arm’s length of him, he reached out and wrapped both arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I was barely seated before his lips captured mine. He nibbled at and tasted my lips before pulling back and staring at me. He took in my whole face as if trying to memorize every inch of it. His hand slowly moved up my back to cup the back of my head before fingering the kinky curls on the top.
    “I like your hair like this.” His voice was a mixture of awe and appreciation. “What made you cut it?” he asked while moving into place gentle, yet firm kiss along the column of my neck.
    I shivered before responding. “Uh, um, I just wanted a change.” I stuttered at the feel of his lips on my skin.
    “Beautiful either way,” he rasped before moving to my lips again.
    I was completely taken over by the kiss; so much so, I barely noticed that we’d moved until I felt the hardness of his desk beneath my butt. Liam pulled back from me and pushed the few files and papers aside. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. It took me another second to realize what he was doing.
    “Liam, this is your office,” I whispered, looking towards the door.
    “Not a problem,” he said, pressing a button underneath his desk. I heard a click alerting me that he’d locked the door.
    “No one can save you now.” The last word was barely out of his mouth before his lips were back on mine, demanding I open for him. He pressed into me deeper, causing my thighs to widen and pushed me back on his desk. Pulling back, he tugged and pulled on my jeans, lifting me up to bring them down my legs. He stopped once they are at my ankles, too impatient to take my shoes off. He pressed my thighs even further apart with his palms and dove head first into my awaiting wetness.
    “Mmmmm,” I moaned as my head lolled back onto his desk. The first swipe of his tongue against my labia had me squeezing my eyes and mouth tightly to avoid yelling out in pleasure. I didn’t know who was still in the office, but the last thing I wanted was for them to hear my cries of joy. Liam obviously didn’t give a shit about any of that as he continued to lap up my juices, swirling his tongue over my engorged clitoris. He put his entire mouth on me as he feasted on my pussy. A second later, I felt an invasion as his finger sunk into my aching core.
    “Liiii,” I moaned. I opened my eyes and looked down to see his mass of sandy blond hair bobbing up and down between my legs. The sight caused me to grow even wetter. I slid my hand down to grab a hold of his hair, needing to touch some part of him.
    “Goddamn, you taste good,” he moaned.
    “Liam, I’m gonna come,” I panted, trying to push his head away in order to stave off the inevitable. Up until then I had refrained from yelling out, but I knew the orgasm that was coming would end that.
    Liam’s response was to reach up and grip my ass with both hands, pulling me up and bringing my pussy even closer to his face. This man was born to eat pussy, and I was grateful to be on the