I wanted her to sit at that bench tomorrow and remember my mouth between her thighs, how I had left hickies on them and how well I had split her open and made her scream.
Growling, I pulled out and spun her around, bending her against the wood.Her robe slipped off completely, pooling at her feet.Her ass arched as if she was waiting.
A sick, twisted part of me wanted to leave her there.Begging, aching and desperate.
“Need you so fucking bad,” I whispered, slamming into her from behind.Because I would always need her more than she did.
Her moan broke into a cry when I set a ruthless rhythm, gripping her wrists and pinning them at the small of her back.She wasmine.Stretched tight around me and trembling with every thrust.The wet slap of our bodies filled the room.It was filthy and intoxicating.
“Dylan,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
I slid one hand down, rubbing her clit in tight circles while pounding into her.Her walls clenched, fluttered, and then she shattered, screaming my name and gushing all over my cock, soaking me as her body convulsed.
But I didn’t stop.I just fucking couldn’t.
Her orgasm milked me, dragged me closer, until my balls tightened and I emptied inside her with a guttural groan.My cum filled her, and it was hot and messy.I fucked through my orgasm, pushing it deeper and marking her.
Sweat dripped down my face as my chest heaved against her back.She collapsed against the workbench, trembling and her skin glowing with sweat.
I bent, kissing the curve of her spine, her shoulder and the nape of her neck.She hummed, enjoying the attention I gave her because it was the opposite of what I had just done.
Mine.
I stroked her hair, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and making her laugh.
She didn’t know it, but she was mine, and I would do the unthinkable to make it happen until she fell in love with me.
38
LATE NIGHT BOOTY-CALL
KATIE
Itapped my stylus against my lips, staring at the half-finished design on my iPad.I had been playing with the new design for days, taking any chance to work on it during my break.The necklace I was sketching had clean lines but a little whimsy with a twist of asymmetry.
It felt bold and modern, something I had been dying to get into the last collection.Either for the presentation or maybe for my online store that Amanda talked about.
Voices near the employee lounge pulled me back.Two juniors, hunched over their table, were talking, frustration lacing their tone.
“He made me redo the entire bracelet mock-up last night,” one said to the other.“Didn’t even explain what was wrong.Just said, ‘Do it again.Better.’Like… what the fuck does that even mean?If you’re so good at work, you should tell me how to improve it.Jerk.”
The angry stab at the plate of pasta felt personal, making me jump.
“He snapped at me too,” the other answered.“Made me stay till midnight cleaning an old collection of rings.Why should I do that?Is that even necessary right now?I swear I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
My chest tightened.It was my fault that they were suffering.
Justin had been short-tempered and irritating all week.I suspected why, but that didn’t make it easier to watch my team get chewed up.I’ll have to do something about it.
My phone blinked on the desk beside my tablet.The message I had sent earlier glared back at me.
Dinner tonight.My place.7 PM?
No reply.Not yet.I bit the inside of my cheek.Dylan wasn’t the kind of person to ignore me on purpose, but anticipation made me worry.It had been a few days since he left my house with a cheeky grin, kissing me on my cheek, and I was missing his annoying presence and filthy jokes.Plus, his hot body was a bonus.
I wanted him there.Ineededhim after the day I was having.
Just the thought of going back home and being greeted by him made me feel giddy.Is this what having a pet feel like?
