“Oh, I suppose,” I grunt out, trying to sound flippant and failing utterly. His hips slam back against me, urgent and needy, and I gasp and clench my teeth, groaning as I do my best to hold back.

Somehow, right on the precipice of orgasm, I still have the thought to move my other hand forward and curl it in front of the head of his cock so that he doesn’t shoot all over the workspace. It makes me laugh, wild and breathless, and I bite his neck again.

“Come,” I gasp against his skin, and then immediately let out a soft cry as my orgasm takes hold, thighs tensing as I come hard inside of him, squeezing him against me. “Oliver.”