“I brought food. So, you not hungry or what? Rude ass.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Sit down and eat.”
“Griz.” I kept my voice low because I had employees on the other side of that door. “I enjoyed my time with you for real. In another life, hell yeah, I would choose you but I can’t right now. Im getting married. This whole thing was wrong I need you to respect—”
“You was sneaking on the phone at one in the morning to call me,” he said. Simple. Flat. “Don’t stand here and tell me what you told yourself last night like I wasn’t on the other end of that call. You like playing games and that’s what we not gone do.”
I opened my mouth and closed it.
“You don’t have a choice in this,” he said. He wasn’t aggressive about it, wasn’t raising his voice, wasn’t performing anything. He said it the way he said everything, like it was already done and he was just informing me of the facts. “I’ve already made up my mind and I’ve made up yours too. You’re going to be with me.”
“That’s not fair to him,” I said.
“I don’t give a fuck about him.”
“He hasn’t done anything—”
“I said I don’t give a fuck about him Ivy.” He looked at me steady. “The only person in this conversation I care about is standing right in front of me. Now we can keep going back and forth or you can eat your food.”
I stood there looking at him and trying to find the part of myself that had made all those promises last night. The rational part. The part that knew better.
It was there somewhere. It just wasn’t very loud right now.
“You can’t make decisions for my life,” I said, but even I could hear that the heat behind it wasn’t what it needed to be.
He stepped toward me and I backed up one step before I caught myself and stopped. He kept coming until there wasn’t much space left between us and then he reached down, put both handsunder my thighs, and lifted me up onto my desk like I weighed nothing. Sitting me on the edge.
I grabbed his shoulders out of reflex.
He pushed my dress up with both hands, slow and deliberate, and looked at me the whole time he was doing it. I started to say something, but he dropped down in front of me. His head dropped and his mouth found me before the words came out and everything I was about to say dissolved completely.
I grabbed the back of his head and pressed my lips together hard to keep any sound from getting through that door. I had twelve employees ten feet away and a training session that was supposed to resume in fifteen minutes and none of that information was doing anything useful for me right now because this man was taking his time eating me like we were the only two people in the building.
He slipped two fingers in and kept his mouth where it was, I had to dig my nails into his shoulder, stare at the ceiling and breathe through my nose because if I didn’t, I would make a sound that would travel through walls.
He had me shaking in less than five minutes.
When I finally came down I was gripping the edge of my desk with both hands trying to remember what my own name was. He stood up straight and looked at me and I looked back at him and I heard myself say something I had not planned to say.
“Please. Fuck me.”
He reached down, pulled his dick out and I watched him stroke it. It looked so damn good that I wanted to taste it. He walked up to me and rubbed the tip on my clit and I immediately gasped, then I watched him stop. Pull back. Adjust his clothes back intoplace calm and unhurried like he hadn’t just taken me apart on my own desk. I wanted the dick so bad, I was ready to beg.
“What—” I started.
“Nah,” he said.
I stared at him.
“When you stop being hardheaded,” he said, “you might get it again. Maybe.”
He turned around and unlocked my office door and pulled it open.
I sat there on my desk with my dress still slightly displaced and my whole body vibrating. I watched him walk toward the front of the office like he was leaving a business meeting. Cool. Unbothered. Like none of what just happened in the last few minutes had touched him at all.
I slid down from the desk and fixed my dress and went after him because I was not about to let him just walk out of here without—
