Like a pouncing South African cat hungry for its prey, his lips are on mine, fast and ferocious. He pulls up my dress and lifts my legs around his waist.
I want him.My mind tells me. My body shows me. My nipples harden, craving his contact. My bud swells, crying out for him to take me.
I ball my fists in his hair as he carries me to the sofa, his mouth continuing his wild attack.
‘I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Because you deserve it.’ His words are husky, laced with desperation.
‘Gregory, I need to complete the deal,’ I say through ragged breaths, already knowing I’ll relent.
‘Not now.’ His teeth clamp down on my neck. ‘Your client is a dick anyway.’
I pull my head back from his. ‘Too true,’ I say, with a smug grin.
He sinks me back against the sofa and forces my legs further apart as he moves between them. He sits back, leaving me bereft, then stretches the thin lace of my knickers with both hands until he can puncture the material with his thumbs and he tears it away from my aching sex.
He leans down, roughly retaking my mouth, twisting his tongue with mine, pulling my lip harshly in his teeth as he cups my breasts through my dress. My hips rise to push against his erection, forcing a growl from his chest. He moves his hand from my breast to thrust two fingers into me, teasing my swollen insides.
‘Gregory.’ His name leaves my mouth on a pant. His fingers withdraw, then they’re in my mouth and I suck my own wetness from him.
He moves quickly, sitting back on his heels and freeing his hard shaft from his trousers and boxers. ‘Turn over.’ His words are dripping in sex.
I do as I’m told, turning to kneel on all fours, bracing my body with my hands on the arm of the sofa. With one foot on the floor, one knee on the sofa, he rams himself deep inside me, making me cry out. With his hands on my hips, he holds himself buried inside me.
‘Please, Gregory.’
‘Please what?’
‘Fuck me.’
He moves out and in slowly, then quicker and faster again, until he’s rousing me to the brink of a powerful orgasm. He keeps one hand on my hips, bracing himself and making sure he can crash into me, hard, like he promised. The other hand moves to my clit and sends my pulsing muscles into spasm as he swirls with his finger and continues to drive into me from behind.
‘Jesus!’ he barks.
His hoarse voice is the final push I need. As his rhythms speed up, back and front, he shows me who’s boss.
Both hands move back to my hips and with two more gruelling thrusts, he releases into me.
10
My phone rings for the second time in as many minutes. Amanda’s face dances across the screen to her designated Sabrina Carpenter ringtone.
‘It’s holidaaaaaay tiiime,’ she screams through the handset.
‘I’ll be two minutes. I need to finish something.’
‘What are you doing? Give it to a trainee or something.’
‘I’m finalising a plan to register the international intellectual property portfolio of?—’
‘Urgh, forget it, I don’t care. Just hurry up!’
‘I’d be much quicker if you left me alone.’ I giggle despite myself. ‘Is Gregory with you?’
‘No, it’s just Ed and me; we’re in the car outside. The driver’s pissed, too. Says he’s on double yellows.’
I look skyward. ‘Jackson wouldn’t behave like that.’
‘But Jackson is on holidaaaaaay!’
