Harper rolled her eyes and pushed away from the desk. “We have ten days and then you’re leaving. I’m leaving. There is no attachment danger. This is all we have left and you’re hell bent on spending it punishing me.”
She turned to stalk out of his office, but he had her by the arm before she had taken a step.
He had her spun around and bent over the desk in the span of a heartbeat. “You drive me crazy,” he growled in her ear.
“And you piss me off,” she argued, rocking her hips back into his, trying to get some space.
His stone hard erection pressed against her, grinding her into the desk. “I can only fight you so long,” he warned.
“About damn time,” she snipped.
Luke cuffed her hands behind her and shoved her skirt up to her hips. When she heard the sound of his zipper she was instantly wet. She couldn’t help herself.
He forced her thighs further apart with his knee and yanked her thong down to her knees. Open and wet, she moaned. On the noise, she felt the smooth skin of his penis bob against the back of her thighs. Holding the thick shaft, he guided the crown of it between her legs, rubbing it against her slick folds.
“You already soaked, baby.”
He freed her arms only to grip the opening of her blouse and yank. The first three buttons pinged across the desk and onto the floor.
Her breasts tumbled out of the shirt and into his waiting palms. “Is this what you want?” He squeezed, rubbing calloused palms over the sensitive tips. “Me touching you? Me inside you? Me making you come over and over again?”
Harper’s legs trembled. He brought a hand to her hair and fisted it. Pulling her back, he gripped her neck with his other hand.
“That’s what I want. I want you to take all the dark, all the pain, and turn it into something beautiful. I want to fill you, hurt you, please you. Give you everything. I want it so bad I can’t think of anything else. The thought of never touching you again —” He trailed a hand down her neck to capture a breast. He tugged her nipple.
Harper gasped for breath, her pulse fluttered under his fingers.
“Is this what you want?”
His fingers pulled her bud like a mouth. She moaned again. “Yes, Luke. I want you. I want it all.” It was a whisper.
His hand left her hair abruptly and she collapsed onto the desk. “Be careful what you wish for, Harper.” The damp fabric of her underwear rent in two with a violent yank and fell to the floor between her legs. With no barriers, she was completely exposed. Luke guided the thick head of his shaft to the juncture of her thighs. “Just remember you asked me for this. I wanted to protect you. Find something to hang on to.”
Without further warning, he drove into her with a violence she had never experienced. There was no time to adjust to his size. His thick shaft slammed into her, impaling her. He adjusted the angle and the last inch of him slid into her, completely sheathing himself inside her.
She felt him in the depths of her belly as he hit bottom.
With blunt force he began to hammer into her. His hands came around her, gripping her breasts. They worked to milk her, stretching and tugging her nipples, offering intense pleasure with that bit of pain.
Trapped between his driving thrusts and the desk, she could do nothing but take it. Take it all. His heavy balls slapped against her. He was too big, the pace was too furious.
He grunted softly with every thrust and Harper knew he was lost in her. There was no stopping him. She could only submit.
Her tight little muscles squeezed him on every thrust. A yearning so intense it reached her heart, clutched at her. She wanted to take it all from him. All the shadows, the dark, the pain.
Releasing her breasts, Luke braced his legs. A hand slipped down between Harper’s thighs parting her slick folds to stroke where she needed it. His other hand ran down her back and lower still, just above where his cock ravaged her. He probed and pressed and with a swift thrust entered her tight channel.
Full in every way. Harper cried out as she clenched around him, wrenching free the first spurt of hot semen deep in her core. His fingers stroked over her slick bud and she came apart around him.
She heard him shout her name over the pounding in her ears. He said it again, softer now, as his body went rigid and his cock jerked inside her. She could feel the fluid heat of his orgasm as she continued to climax.
His sweat-slicked body collapsed against hers on the desk. Both of them were gasping for breath. Wrecked, Harper felt wetness on her cheeks. What demons did he have under the surface that hurt so much? She could feel the shadow over his heart and it broke hers.
***
“Harp, I’m sorry, I’m trying to get up, but my legs don’t seem to want to hold me,” he murmured against the warm skin of her back.
For once, he was empty. No shadows lurking, no thoughts to push away. Just quiet. And warmth.
