TEMPORARY MATES PERMANENT CRAVINGS novel Chapter 323

Three hundred and twenty-three

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Isabella POV

A raw, wild need passed between us as Wesley crossed the room and took my face in his hands. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted him inside me. I was a slave to this new sensation, willing to do anything for more. He smiled his sultry, come-on smile, and heat uncurled in my abdomen.

“You have me now,” he said, palming my ass. “Your wish is my command.”

My mouth crashed against his. The kiss was cruel, devouring every will to resist and every desire to be reasonable about the fact that this was an office space. His lips sent a sharp, wild need through me, leaving me wanting and allowing me to push all else from my mind.

He cradled my head in his hands and kissed me again and again. His tongue warred with mine, invading my mouth with a wet heat and working its magic in me, even as my body became a refuge for his roving hands. I answered in the same way, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer until our bodies pressed

flush.

He broke the kiss only long enough to sweep the files to the other side of the bed. My fingers worked the buttons of my blouse, and I shrugged it off. The bra followed. Cool air touched my skin, and my nipples tightened hard. I pushed my skirt down my hips and stepped out of it. Only the thin panties remained. 3

“To have such a beautiful woman on a busy Monday morning, filled with so much enthusiasm to fuck me, makes me feel so lucky.”

“Stop talking, please,” I mumbled, and he gave me a cocky grin.

He reached for the waistband of my panties and drew them down my legs. His eyes darkened as his finger ran around my inner thighs.

“Damn.” His voice came out rough. “You’re soaked.”

Stars flickered in the corner of my vision when his hand reached for the apex of my thighs, stroking and petting, and then using his index finger to circle my clit.

“Glad there are no cameras in my office. Imagine security having a field day seeing such a sight.”

“I swear, if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to scream,” I said.

At the same time, his finger sank into ready wetness. It was not enough. I wanted more. He pushed a second finger into me while also sheathing his tongue with mine. His fingers sank deep with almost no

resistance as they stretched me and curled.

He then went behind me and made me lean against him, lifting one of my legs onto the table. As he kept using his fingers, I rocked onto them.

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Still, it wasn’t enough. The heat demanded more. I reached for his belt, opened it, and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and already hard. I wrapped my hand around the base and sank to my knees, then took him into my mouth, flattening my tongue under the sensitive tip and licking him like a cat. He shut his eyes, and his head tilted backward as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, bobbing slowly at first and then deeper.

A low sound left his throat as his fingers knotted in my hair, working my head up and down his shaft. After a while, I pulled off and lay on the desk, spreading my knees and reaching for him. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance. The first inch pressed in. I shut my eyes, my left hand playing with the hardened knob of my nipple even as he sank deeper and licks of pleasure flowed through me.

When I opened my eyes, his eyes stayed locked on mine. The thick stretch burned in the best way. Then he filled me in one slow push until his hips met mine. This was all I needed and nothing more. It felt as if the heat that had been mounting and stoking itself had just met with what would quell it.

I locked my legs around him, and he held still. Then he drew back and thrust in, slow and deep, making every stroke drag along my walls. The girth of him stretched me wide, and the pressure hit places that made my breath stutter.

“Please,” I said, my body giving a surprised jerk.

As we moved together as one, arching my hips, I met him thrust for thrust. He was huge, but he hurt so good as he rammed himself home, his body hard and primal against mine. With our fingers and eyes locked, we became prisoners of desire.

Wesley stifled a groan.

“It feels so good,” he said in an affectionate whisper.

As he picked up speed, he said, “Listen to that. Your cunt is soaking me.”

The slopping noise of him filling my wetness filled the room. I clung to his shoulder, meeting every stroke. He kept hitting the spot that made my thighs shake. His stamina held as he went even harder against the desk. The wet slap of our bodies mixed with my broken sounds.

Then he pulled out, lifted me, and carried me a few steps to the couch, guiding me onto all fours. I braced myself on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me, gripping my hips and sinking back inside. The new angle drove him even deeper.

“Don’t stop,” I cried out and pushed back onto him.

He set a steady, hard rhythm from behind. Each thrust forced another wet sound from where we joined as he pounded into me. His thrusts grew shorter and harder. As convulsive waves gripped me, my teeth clenched and my toes curled.

“I’m going to come,” he growled, slamming in deep and pulling me hard into his final thrust as his pulsing cock gushed into me.

I shuddered, biting my lip as he pulled free. He went in again. I clenched around him, riding the last

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waves of my own climax.

He stayed buried for several long breaths, still throbbing, while I breathed hard beneath him.

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I sat on the edge of the desk while buttoning my shirt, feeling restful enough to almost fall asleep sitting there.

The ache in my lower abdomen had eased, and the restlessness that had been crawling under my skin had quietened. My eyelids grew heavy. Although I still felt a heat beneath my skin, it no longer overwhelmed me. And my wolf seemed content as long as Wesley remained close.

“So, what was that about?” Wesley said, helping himself to a second drink of water.

My breathing was still audible as I came down from the high of what we had just done. I kept wondering whether now was the right time to tell him, in plain language, that he was my mate and he didn’t know. But I was still staring at him, so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize I was putting my button through the wrong hole until he reached over and helped me with it. 1

His fingers brushed mine, and heat curled through me again. Then he touched my neck.

“You’re burning up,” he said, frowning.

“I might need to take sick leave.”

“Do you need to see a doctor?”

I shook my head.

“I just need somewhere I can let my body settle.”

He studied my face, his thumb moving gently over my cheek.

“It’s my wolf,” I continued, watching him with a growing hope that he would understand. I wouldn’t just come to his office and demand sex, and surely he would connect this to the bond if he thought about it long enough.

But he was so oblivious that he simply said, “Take the week off. I’m sure Emma will approve of it. And then come stay at my house.”

I looked away with a huff.

“I can’t leave Maverick,” I said.

“Then take him to Grandma Cassidy.”

“I can’t just stay at your house.”

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