I froze at a knock on the door.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
His heat lit up my skin. His voice echoed in my ears, the deepest thing I’d ever heard.
“What is it?” he called out.
June’s voice came from behind the door. “Where’s Alex? She’s not supposed to leave your desk. Your phone’s been ringing.”
“I sent her on an errand,” he snapped. “Just take messages for her.”
My other hand shot out and gripped the opposite lip of the desk. I pulled myself harder against my hand.
“Fuck,” he whispered. I could sense him just behind my ass, and I wanted nothing more than to push back against him. So I did.
He groaned, grabbed my hips roughly, pulled me back into him again and then let go like I was on fire.
“Dean,” I begged.
“I told you I’d fantasize about you. Right before I promised you—and myself—that I wouldn’t touch you.”
“I need it. I’ve never felt this…this—”
“Goddamn it.” Metal clinked. He was undoing his belt. “Hold on to that desk, Alexandra. You’re about to get fucked.”
He pushed my hand aside and plunged a finger in me as me as I cried out. His zipper hissed, and he fingered me harder. I latched both hands onto the edge of the desk so I was stretched across it. “Oh, God. Dean.”
His fingers withdrew, and he slapped my ass cheek.
“M-Mr. Brittany,” I corrected.
The head of his cock pressed against my opening. I wanted to look, to watch his domination of my body, but he placed a hand in the center of my back and pinned me down.
“I tried, Alex, I did. But you love to tease me, don’t you?”
“No,” I whimpered.
One strong thrust filled me with his cock and jolted me into the desk. His hand dug into my back, holding me in place as his hips drew back and collided into me again. Within seconds he was fucking me fast and rough, completely different than Trey ever had. There was confidence in his every move, as if he knew I wouldn’t break no matter how hard he gave it to me.
He closed over my back, his breath hot near my ear. One of his hands gripped the desk right next to mine and his other moved my hair.
“So I can watch your face as you come,” he said, pounding me. “The way you’re biting your lip, squeezing your eyes shut, gasping harder the deeper I go—God, you’re fucking sexy.”
My knuckles whitened.
“Come,” he said.
My teeth were dangerously close to breaking the skin of my lip. I was close, almost there, but I couldn’t seem to catch my orgasm.
His heat left my back as he smacked me twice as hard as earlier. “I saidcome, Alexandra.”
The burn of his slap spread like wildfire throughout me. I convulsed, coming with a fervor I’d never experienced. Even after I’d finished, my body quaked with aftershocks.
He pulled out suddenly, but I lay deflated against the desk.
“Get up,” he said.
My arms were shaky as I hoisted myself up. He walked around the desk and sat in his leather chair.
