“That’s it, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “That’s a good girl. That’s my good, dirty girl. You’ll come again for me, understand?”
She shook her head on the wood of the desk. “I don’t think I...” I slid my hand between us, putting pressure there as I continued to thrust into her.
“You’ll do as I say,” I snapped, and that seemed to be her tipping point. Her body arched against me. Her torso came off the wood of the table, so the back of her head was the only thing resting there and her gorgeous, small breasts thrust up into my chest. My vision clouded and stars sprungbefore my eyes as I came harder than I’d ever come in my life as she contracted around me.
I collapsed onto her for a moment before leaning up onto my elbows to look down at her face. She was blinking up at me like a deer in the headlights, a sheen of sweat over her forehead and her fringe curling at the ends where it was stuck to her temples. At first, she smiled. Then, gradually, she came down off her high, and the dazed adoration in her eyes faded as real apprehension entered her expression.
I knew she’d be worried now. I knew these weren’t ideal circumstances. I knew Mrs Clayton would be furious. But that didn’t change the fact that Clara was mine, andnobodywas standing in my way.
Chapter 17
We have gone way, way past inappropriate
Clara
At first,I couldn’t really process anything. My brain was scrambled from what had just happened. Rafe pulled me up to sitting on the desk and I blinked up at his face, but I couldn’t make out his expression. My glasses had fallen off at some point and now everything was blurry.
I felt a little arrow of panic spear through my post-amazing-sex-with-Rafe haze. Did he look disgusted with me now? With himself? I turned to search the desk behind me, looking around for my glasses, but I couldn’t find them. My chest tightened. I hated not being able to see.
My older brother Freddie and his friends thought it was funny when we were kids to hide my glasses so that I would have to stumble around the house to find them. He called me Little Mole and would laugh at me and push me around as I tearfully pleaded to have my glasses returned. My other older brother, Ruben, would usually end up putting a stop to it, which would kick off a fight between them. I’d leave them to their violence and sneakaway.
Panic rose in my chest the longer I couldn’t find my glasses, and the backs of my eyes started to sting. Then I realised that in my panic, I had forgotten that I was still completely exposed.
“Shit, shit,” I muttered as I abandoned my search to pull up the cups of my bra and try to get my shirt back on, but it was caught around my elbows.
“Clara?” Rafe’s soft voice was full of concern now. “Baby, calm down. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”
His large hand cupped my jaw on one side as his thumb swept away a tear that had fallen. Then he lifted both sides of my shirt and buttoned it quickly. I was staring down at my hands. Another tear made it down my cheek. He put his knuckle underneath my chin to lift my face to his, but my vision was even more blurry now with tears and I still couldn’t make out his expression.
“Deep breaths, darling,” he said, his voice still gentle but now firm. Then he slid my glasses back onto my nose. He secured the arms behind my ears, gently pushing the hair that had fallen forwards into my face back over my shoulders, and stroked down my back.
“Sorry, sorry,” I whispered, and I heard him sigh. When I looked up at his face, I could see his features clearly now, and he was frowning.
“Clara, why are you apologising?” he asked in a low, gentle voice.
I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I said, still whispering.
His frown cleared and he smiled before he gave me a light kiss and stepped back to help me off the desk. Then he grabbed my knickers and my leggings off the floor and helped me back into them. Heat hit my cheeks. I’d forgotten about the whole being naked from the waist down thing.Once he had completed that task, he sat in the large armchair behind him and pulled me down to sit on his lap. I stiffened. I was still mid-panic attack and not at all sure what was happening. Little Mole Clara did not live out her wild fantasies with men like Lord Sterling.
“I should get up,” I whispered as his arms came around me. But the smell of him, the feel of his large body and the need I felt to be close to him won out, and I melted into the warmth of his broad chest. “This isn’t appropriate,” I muttered half-heartedly. I could feel his smile against me before he burst out laughing into my hair, pulling me even closer to him. His large body shaking with laughter was one of the most wonderful feelings I had ever experienced in my life.
“Clara, we just fucked on my desk,” he told me through his amusement. “We have gone way,waypast inappropriate.”
I swallowed. “Ah. Yes. You’re right. I’m just not sure what’s happening or why it’s happening. I’m a bit worried about how I’ve behaved.” I’d been so worried about apologising to Rafe tonight that I’d raided his drinks cabinet and downed a shot of brandy earlier. Being a complete lightweight, it had been enough to decimate my inhibitions.
“Howyou’vebehaved?” Rafe asked. I looked up at his face; his eyebrows were both raised. He still had his arms around me, and his hands were stroking down my back in soothing movements.
“Well… I sort of cornered you in your office and propositioned you,” I said nervously. “I mean, what were you supposed to do when I started talking about all of my dirty fantasies? I basically preyed on your masculine urges.”
Rafe stared at me a moment before blinking and thenleaning down to laugh into my neck, even harder than before.
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” I muttered indignantly. When he finally managed to stop laughing, he raised his head from my neck and looked at me with a smile.
“Baby, please never,eversaymasculine urgesagain. I don’t think I can take it,” he said in an amused voice.
I shrugged helplessly. “What am I supposed to say?”
He rolled his eyes. “Clara, I’ve wanted you for weeks. I think I’ve wanted you since the first moment you looked up at me with those big brown eyes in the classroom that day when I was being a dickhead, and you put me in my place. Now, I just came harder than I have ever come in my entire life. You haven’t tricked me into giving in to mymasculine urges. I’m a man who takes what he wants, and I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a very,verylong time.”
