Those two words settle into the space between us.
He slowly nods, tongue running over his teeth. “Just remember that you asked for this.” Tension lines the room as he flips the lock on my office door. “You know that I respect you, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. Of course I do.”
“Good. Remember that. Because it’s about to seem like I don’t.”
“What does that me—”
“Hands on the desk.” Emmett comes up behind me, running a palm over my spine before pressing down on my neck. “Face too. I’m not taking it slow with you.”
I do as he says, folding in half and squeezing my thighs together at his commanding tone.
“Oh, no, no, no.” He nudges my feet apart with his own. “Don’t be shy now, baby. You started this.”
Standing on the balls of my feet, thanks to my heels, I press my cheek to the desk and look over my shoulder.
Emmett is towering over me, big body covering mine from the wall of glass behind us, even though it’s a one-way window. With his baseball hat still on, he flips the brim to the back andfuck mewith that little move.
His fingertips skim the back of my thighs, teasing the hem of my pencil skirt. “You want me to prove you’re mine, Reese?”
“Please.”
“You want me to make you forget about anyone else?”
Exactly. I’ll never get over the way he knows me.
“Yes.” I squirm, pushing my ass back into him.
He tugs my skirt up, yanking it over my wide hips and leaving it to circle my waist.
The cold air is sharp against my ass and so is the slap he delivers to one cheek. “Love this view. Love the way this bounces on me.”
“Em.”
“Shh. You’re going to stay quiet for me. Remember where we are.”
How could I ever forget? My face is currently pressed to the desk I sit at to sign his paychecks.
His fingers run over the seam of my panties and I’m so needy, so desperate already that I moan, trying to muffle the sound against the desktop.
“What did I just say, Reese?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Keep yourself quiet or I’ll have to do it for you.” He sticks two fingers in my mouth to show me what he’ll do if he has to.
Can’t say I’d mind that one bit.
Then he takes those wet fingers and strokes them over my pussy again. I focus on not making a sound all while pushing my hips to chase his touch.
“You’re soaking wet, Reese. You like fighting with me, don’t you?”
I nod against the desk, eyes locked on him over my shoulder. “I like that I can.”
Understanding washes over him, his face going soft. “Yeah, baby. You can fight with me about anything you want to, okay?”
He presses up against me, hands roaming over my hips and ass. But then his softness disappears again. He keeps his eyes on me while using one hand to undo his belt and drop his zipper.
