“I’m not going to let him do this anymore, Wesley. He doesn’t get to control my jobandmy personal life.”
I keep nodding. “I’m proud of you,” I say, my voice soft, and it’s the softness I think that breaks her.
She shakes out her hands and her face falls. “Oh god.”
She rushes around the desk and I meet her halfway.
“Oh god,” she says again. Her whole body shudders against mine. “I don’t want to lose my job but I can’t keep living like this, waiting for him to corner me again.”
“You won’t lose your job. I won’t let you.”
“Say it?” Her eyes are wild. “Tell me it will be okay?”
“Everything will be okay.”
Her chest brushes mine with each breath. She still doesn’t look like she believes me.
“You don’t have to believe it yet. I believe it.”
She buries her face in my chest. The shakes that wrack her body start to slow and then stop. We stand together, my hand running through her hair, over and over until she feels loose and soft against me. Guilt riots through me. This whole time I thought she was ditching me tonight. Meanwhile, Richard was harassing her while I drank and ate with my friends. She needed me and I wasn’t here for her.
We sway slightly, like we’re dancing to a song only we can hear. Her arms come around me, moving up and down my sides, and I follow the path she makes on her own body. She presses her open mouth to my pectoral. The heat of her tongue through my shirt sends a bolt of lust to my groin.
“Corrine?”
Her hands move to my ass. Rubbing her stomach against my hardening cock. I try to push myself away. I don’t want her to think I want anything from her right now.
“Corrine?” I ask again.
“You have to be quiet,” she warns, as she pulls at my tie.
“What are you doing?”
She convinces me with her hand on my heart. “I need this. Us. I need to feel you or else I’m afraid I’ll never stop shaking and I’ll never get past this moment.” She kisses my chest again. “I know you think I use sex to distract you but...” She grips the lapels of my jacket in her hands. “It’s not sex, Wesley. It’s you. I need you.”
I laugh, pushing my thumb against her lips. “You did it,” I say. “You told me exactly what you wanted.” I breathe into the skin at her neck. “Are you sure?”
She nods, her chin bumping my chest. “Yes.”
And it’s all the convincing I need. I turn her, hitching her bum onto the end of the desk, and begin working on her buttons.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my hand resting between her spread legs.
Her eyes are desperate. “Yes.”
I sink to my knees as she pulls her shirt from her shoulders. She unzips her skirt and I pull it down her legs. She shimmies and almost falls off the desk and I laugh as I try to steady her while kissing her knees and thighs. Hooking my finger in her panties, I pull them down her legs.
At some point she got my suit jacket and tie off, my shirt open. She puts her hand, small and warm, at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, pulling me into her. I let her reel me in. I think I’d let her lead me anywhere if I could see this look in her eyes again. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes so big they’re black, like I am the answer to her most important question.
My first taste of her sets me on fire; I moan, my eyes falling closed as her hand twists in my hair. I spread her wider, scorching my fingerprints into her skin. She answers each thrust of my tongue with a pulse of her hips.
I suck at her clit, flick my tongue over her, let her fuck my face, her breath catching, until she comes hard and fast. She rides her orgasm out on me, until she’s still, her fingers lax on my head.
Using the edge of the desk to steady myself, I wipe my hand over my mouth. Corrine turns between my arms. She leans against the desk, tipping forward, and I devour the sight of her; the tan lines on her shoulders left over from her summer runs, the dimples on her lower back, the round globes of her ass, and her feet—my god, Corrine—still in her heels.
“Wesley?” she says and I bring my eyes back to hers. “Fuck me?”
She has ruined me for other women. The pleading note in her voice, the way this womanbegsme to fuck her—as if she has considered the possibility that I might—that Icould—say no.
