“I’ll clean that up later.” He winks, grabbing my hand and tossing me against the now clean surface. I can feel the cold metal pressing through my jeans. “Now, back to the whole jealousy thing,” he begins, as he places his arms on both sides of my body. His lips are mere inches away and every inch of my skin begs to be closer to him.
“I wasn’t jealous,” I defend, jutting my lip out. “I was just playing a convincing girlfriend.”
“Oh, Bambi,” he sighs, pressing himself up against me. I can feel his hard length underneath his jeans, and I can’t stop the thrum of excitement that overtakes me. “I think the only way I’m going to get the truth out of you is through torture.”
His pupils dilate when he says the word, torture. “Aren’t you open right now? What if a customer walks in?”
“They already assume the worst, so I’m simply proving a point,” he smirks, caressing my cheek delicately. And then he surprises me when he grabs my arm and spins me around. He whispers in my ear, “Unless you want me to bend you over Ava’s car.”
I think about it, and the offer is tempting, but it’s a trap. “No,” I say, holding in a moan. “I couldn’t care less about that girl.”
Knox growls behind me, bending me over and pressing my face against the cool metal. I let out a strangled sigh. “Looks like I’m going to have to try harder, then.” And then I hear a loudwhackbefore registering that he just spanked me. I let out a gasp.
The sound echoes off the thin walls, and I’m sure anyone nearby could’ve heard it. Pleasure pools low in my belly, and I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. But I keep my mouth shut and I’m punished with another firm spank. This time, I can’t smother the breathy noise that releases from my throat.
“Oh,” he murmurs behind me, pleased with my reaction. “Do you like being punished, Bambi? Is that why you won’t admit it?”
“No,” I squeak, trying and failing to keep my tone even.
“And yet,” he says, pressing closer, digging his member into the softness of my behind, “you didn’t tell me to stop.”
I wince. Between his proximity and the force of his strong hand on my butt pushing my core up against the sharp corner of the desk, I’m putty. It’s all too much.
“You’re unbearable,” I manage, my voice shaking.
“It looks like we’re going to have to turn things up a notch,” he sighs, looping his fingers into my belt loops and pulling my pants down to my ankles. I suck in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Bambi. I bet you’re soaking wet right now,” he says, letting his hand trail up the back of my leg, right over the fabric that is slick against my entrance. “And I’m right as usual.”
I let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a moan, not sure if I’m annoyed by his arrogance or insanely turned on. I think I can be both. Right? As I battle with that moral dilemma, he lands another smack on my ass, and this time it stings. “Oh.”
“You’re killing me, Bambi,” Knox says, tracing his fingers over the red welts I’m certain are decorating my behind. “I didn’t get to feel what it would be like to be inside you last time,” he adds. And then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper and his pants hitting the floor. His fingers dance along the seam of my underwear before soon those are gone too. My heart feels like it’s beating so hard it’s going to launch right out of my chest.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ve earned foreplay, baby. Which is a shame because I’m dying to taste you again.” Joke’s on him. I’m seconds away from falling apart just at the idea of him fucking me.
I buck my hips in anticipation, which earns an amused chuckle. He places one chaste kiss on the curve of my neck as I sway between his arms. “Do we need protection?” he asks, his voice rough.
“No,” I breathe out. “I have an IUD.” Anticipation claws at my insides.
“Good. Now, are you going to be a good girl and tell me you were jealous?”
My entire body tenses up like I want to resist, but feeling him at my entrance has me ready to comply. Fuck, he’s good.
“Fine,” I groan, angling my neck and pressing my ass against him. “Maybe I was a little bit jealous.”
“Not good enough, Bambi,” he whispers in my ear, wrapping my hair between his fingers.
“Ugh, yes,” I answer, quickly losing my patience. “Fuck, I was jealous. Just please, Knox.”
He lets out a groan of satisfaction, and I can just picture the cocky grin that’s probably on his face right now. “Putyour right foot on the edge of that shelf,” he commands, guiding me there. He places one hand on my hip while lining up the tip of his cock with my entrance. I’m so wound up, I doubt I will last long.
With one last deep breath, he thrusts inside me. I let out a quiet cry, bracing both hands against the office wall. My walls clench around him.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. I think you were made for me.” Those words alone have me picking up the pace and shoving myself against him. I want more.
He meets my pleas and his thrusts become faster and more desperate. At some point, he grabs the back of my neck and forces me up so he can place rough kisses across my shoulders. And then he snakes one hand around my body, reaching for my already pulsing clit. He rubs me in soft and deliberate circles, making me throw my head back on his shoulder.
“Are you going to come for me, Emery?” he asks, pressing his lips right up against my ear.
“Fuck,” I say, bucking my hips. “Y-yes. Don’t stop,” I plead with staggered breaths. My hips meet his in a delirious need of release. He keeps applying pressure to my clit as he bites my shoulder.
