He slides them down slowly, watching my face the whole time. I step out of them and I'm completely naked now. Against his window. In his space. Drowning in the intensity of how he's looking at me.
One hand braces against the glass beside my head. The other slides between my legs.
I gasp, my head falling back against the window.
"Look at me," he commands.
I do. His eyes are consuming me, claiming me.
His fingers move and I'm drowning in sensation. The glass is cold on my back, his hand is hot between my thighs. My hips rock into his touch and I'm so close I can barely breathe.
"Not yet," he says, pulling his hand away.
I make a sound of protest that's almost a whimper.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, kissing him desperately.
"Where—"
"My desk."
"We can't?—"
"We are."
He carries me across the office and sets me on the edge of his desk. Papers scatter. His laptop gets shoved aside. Something crashes to the floor.
I'm on his desk, completely naked, legs spread, watching him unbuckle his belt. The sound of the buckle makes something clench low in my stomach.
This is insane. This is perfect. This is happening.
He pushes his pants and boxers down in one motion and oh god.
"Second thoughts?" He's smirking because he caught me staring.
"Shut up and fuck me."
He positions himself between my thighs, hands gripping my hips with a possessiveness that should bother me but doesn't.
"Look at me, Jade."
I do.
"This is real. Whatever else was a lie, this is real."
Then he's pushing inside me and the world narrows to just this. Just us.
The first thrust makes me gasp. He's big, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Fuck—" I can barely get the word out.
"Yeah." His voice is strained, controlled. He gives me a moment to adjust even though I can feel him trembling with the effort of holding back.
Then he moves.
Hard. Deep. Relentless. My hands clutch his shoulders, nails digging in. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. The desk creaks beneath us. Papers slide to the floor with each thrust—business documents, financial reports, his entire empire scatters all around us.
I'm close. Every thrust hits exactly right and pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me.
