“You’re avoiding my question.” His hand doesn’t stop kneading and pinching, his breath on my ear causing all the hairs on my neck to stand on end as he grinds his pelvis into me. Fuck, I’m not the only one affected here.
“I…I’m not hiding…” My words come out with ragged breaths.
“Don’t run,” he says before releasing my hands slowly, and I instinctively move to tangle my fingers in his thick dark hair. Both his hands move to my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer as he kisses me with a fierce tenderness I can’t explain. I vaguely register him flicking the lock on the door as he walks us backwards, never breaking contact. He turns me as we reach his desk, and I hear paperwork flutter to the floor and glass smash as he sends everything flying before lying me down on the cold, hard surface, his body pressed tightly against mine. I have a desperate need to touch him, to taste him, to feel every inchof this man. I slide my hands in the waistband of his trousers and pull out his shirt. I let my hands roam freely over his torso, realizing I’ve wanted to do this since the very first time I saw him at the elevator.
He runs his hands down the length of my body and pushes them back up again, skimming my thighs and taking my skirt with them, exposing my lace underwear. “Stunning,” he says before bringing his mouth to mine.
Tasting …
Feeling …
Testing …
Our teeth crash together as the desire grows, and we both know it’s impossible to stop this now. “Arianna,” he says breathlessly. His chest is heaving and there are little beads of sweat gathering on his brow.
“Yes…” I can barely form the word. I haven’t answered to my real name for a very long time, but it feels natural coming from him.
“Tell me you want this…”
It’s a command, but I don’t feel threatened. I want this as much as he does. I nod my answer.
“Tell me, Ari. I won’t touch you until you tell me.”
“Yes, yes I want you…”
I hear a rumble in his chest before he slides his fingers into the corners of my panties and rips them off in one swift move. I gasp at the feeling of being exposed so suddenly, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. I don’t usually like the feeling of losing control, but within the last five minutes Denham King has almost stripped me bare, more than just physically.
He leans over and kisses me hard, making his way down my body with his hand and slipping his finger between my legs. Finding just the right spot, he works in circles, a relentlessrhythm that brings me to the edge of release, then lets me back down again.
My head spins and I want more of him, Ineedmore of him. I make quick work of his belt and slide my hand into his trousers. There are no boxers or briefs in my way and my hand makes contact with him instantly. He pushes into my hand as I free him and he groans as I slide up and down his thick length.
“Arianna, that feels ama—”
He is cut off mid-sentence by a rapid knock on the door and I push myself up onto my elbows. I know it’s locked, but it’s broken the spell that I was under and reality is screaming toward me at a hundred miles an hour.
Denham jumps up. “NOT NOW!”
“Sir, you might want to come out here for a minute.” It’s the doorman, and he sounds nervous.
“Just fucking deal with it, Jack.”
“Sir, I would but—”
“Shit, fuck!” Denham snaps. “This had better be fucking good, Jack.” He straightens and buttons up his trousers. His hair has that ‘just screwed’ look and his face is flushed. He holds my jaw firmly with his big hand and makes me meet his stare.
“Don’t. Go. Anywhere.”
I nod and he kisses me softly before striding to the door and turning to look at me. “I mean it, Arianna. Don’t move. I’ll be back in just a minute. Just let me sort this shit out.”
He runs a hand through his disheveled hair and swings open the door with the menacing stance of an angry bear. He is certainly not a man to be messed with. I hear yelling from down the hall before the door is slammed closed again.
I look around at the papers, shattered glass and my ripped lace panties discarded on the floor. I don’t know what just happened here, but I do know that I have to get out of here.
Does he seriously think I’m going to stay here like some whore waiting for him to come back and fuck me?
This is too much.
He is too much.
