I cock my head to the side, give her a wink, and the vixen actually looks flustered until she remembers Eric is watching our exchange. Averting her stare, she tries to gather herself. But it isn’t long before her eyes drift back towards me when she thinks I’m not looking. She licks her lips as her gaze lowers, stopping just south of my waist. She’s no doubt thinking of all the ways I made her beg. Of all the ways her toes curled while I feasted on her pussy and her screams of pleasure filled the dark hotel room just a few days ago. Slowly, her eyes lift. Defiance replaces her surprise. She stands tall and looks back at Eric, determined to put me in my place.
“I will have those extra papers drawn up for you,” she says in a bossy tone. “It was nice meeting you, Eric. But I have some work I need to get back to.”
She extends her hand, and I watch as Eric takes it and holds it a beat too long for my liking.
“Likewise, Gwen. I’m sure we will talk soon. Thanks for leaving your cell number.”
What the fuck?
I watch in jealous rage as he winks at her.
Damn, looks like I’m not the only male on a mission here, but hell if I will let his smug ass win.
Snatching her hand back, Gwen glances at me and then turns to leave.
Oh, to hell with this, I don’t think so, sweetheart.
Eric says something behind me about meeting up later over drinks, but I’m already hot on Gwen’s heels as she rounds the corner into her office. Quick to catch the door she tries to slam in my face, I step inside, close it quickly and then lock it for good measure.
She doesn’t say a word, only goes to her desk and straightens items. A busy task, no doubt, rather than dealing with the damn elephant in the room. It’s a habit she has perfected over the last ten years. I stand back, lean against the door frame, and love how her heart rate rises the more she realizes I fully intend to wait her out.
Catching onto my game, she lowers herself in her chair and starts to click around on her computer. A low laugh escapes my lips as I wrestle with the thought of surrendering first. Pushing off the wall, I turn and close the blinds to her office. The gesture is met only with a clearing of her throat as she busies herself with the task in front of her.
I loosen my tie, pulling it free from its knot. She flings her hair over her shoulder. I take off my jacket and throw it over the back of the chair in her office. She sits up a little straighter and continues typing out an email.
I plop in the chair across from her desk, adjusting myself by pushing up my crotch, then smiling as I notice a small break in the facade she is trying to keep up. Bingo. I do it again and watch her eyes roll, which makes me laugh.
Her heated stare meets mine. She folds her hands on her desk before she speaks. With a polite, fake grin, she says, “Can I help you, Mr. Roberts?”
“I can think of a million ways, Ms. Coppola.”
I smile, but she doesn’t budge.
“This job means a lot to me, Rex. I don’t need any distractions.”
“Who said anything about distractions?” I wink.
Rolling her eyes, she huffs, “You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, come on. I beg to differ. Do you want me to list all the many ways you reformed me the other night? Or have you forgotten? If so, I’ll gladly drop to my knees and let you teach me all the ways you like me to fuck you all over again, sweetheart.”
Ignoring my comment, Gwen pushes out of her seat and walks across the room to gather some forms from a filing cabinet. I rise and come up right behind her as she bends at the waist. She stands up slowly, her ass grinds against my thickening cock. She steadies herself as I lean forward, and she slightly bumps into the cabinet in front of her.
My right hand instinctively raises to run the length of her side. Her breath hitches. Leaning forward, I cage her in and watch as the skin on her neck prickles with goosebumps.
Her self-control pisses me off because, right now, all I want is to make her say it. Make her admit just how much she wants this. Wants me. Wants us. Our chemistry hasn’t changed; it’s only grown, and it’s about time she finally admits it.
“I know you feel that, Gwen,” I whisper against her ear. “You can try to hide it and act like there is nothing there, but your body gives you away, sweetheart. You can’t hide that when I do this,” I blow against her neck, feel her breathing quicken, and feel a shiver run up her spine. “Your body only craves more.”
Quickly, she spins around to meet my stare. Pinned between me and the cabinet, she stands tall and says, “Don’t fool yourself, Rex. Last week was a mistake. One I won’t be making again. Get yourself another play toy. You don’t ever seem to have much trouble in that department.” She pushes me aside and then returns to her desk. “Besides, it’s not like you to go after someone that could honestly care less. Must suck to realize there is a woman in the world who won’t bend over backward for you, or your charm.”
Coming up quickly behind her, she spins around in defiance, and I press her backward against the top of her desk. She doesn’t put up much of a struggle, and fuck if that doesn’t make the carnal need inside me scream to fuck her good and hard on the top of her desk. Images of holding her down with my hand wrapped around her throat consume me as I feel up the inside of her thigh. She parts them like a good fucking girl. Tracing the seam of her panties, I groan when I find her wet and wanting more.
She’s right. It isn’t like me to bend over backward. It isn’t like her, either. As I stare into her eyes, a flicker of nerves, unspoken words, demons in our past surface in the back of her beautiful blue irises. I want nothing more than to quiet them. There was a time she bent over many ways for me; if I have to break her, twist her, bend her again before our time here is through, then so be it.
She bites her lip, tempting me. I waste no time pulling her panties aside and sticking a finger in her warm, slick heat. She sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes flutter. She tries to hide her pleasure, but even if she doesn’t let that sexy purr I’ve grown addicted to escape her lips, her desire is evident as her center throbs, her wetness grows, and I curl my finger and run it slowly out of her pussy before massaging her clit.
Many women have tried to break through the walls I have built, but none ever succeeded. None, except Gwen. Which is one of many reasons why I have put as much distance and women as I can between us over the years. I wasn’t the best for her back in the day, but I plan to change that now because all I want is her future, our future, even if I have to walk through hell to get it.
