“Good girl.”
I grab the elastic of her panties, and when she doesn’t protest, I give them a yank and slide them down until they fall to her feet. She steps out of them, and I pick them up and shove them into my pocket. I stand, take her by the hand, and lead her to the couch. As she walks, she wraps one hand around her chest, covering her half-bared breasts.
I sit on the couch and pull her down. I shove her tight skirtup to her waist so she can straddle me, and I reach into her open shirt and unclasp her bra. I don’t want anything between me and what I want.
“Asher . . .” She squirms, trying to cover herself again.
“You don’t need to worry, baby, no one can see in.”
“But everyone is going to wonder why the glass is suddenly opaque,” she hisses. “You know they’ll be gossiping about it.”
“Again, I don’t give a fuck. This is my company, and I’ll do whatever the hell I want in my office.”
“I care. I’m the one who looks like a whore.”
“If anyone says a thing like that, they’ll find themselves unemployed.”
“Well, some of them already say it.”
“Ella, forget about everyone else. This is about you and me. No one else matters.” I look at her, really look at her and give her my truth. “Ineedyou, Ella.”
I kiss her again before she can ask more questions. This, this is where we always find one another. I know it’s probably not the healthiest thing, but I can’t deny that when we’re together physically, everything else fades away. There is nothing I can lose myself in like I can with Ella. And I know she feels the same.
The ache that’s been gutting me from the inside since she said she needed space eases as soon as my mouth is on hers again. I take no prisoners, plunging my tongue into her mouth and claiming her. She resists for a handful of seconds before she moans back into my mouth and meets my tongue thrust for thrust.
I kiss her like she’s my last meal as I skim my hand up her thigh and through her wet slit. She bucks her hips and moans again, and I plunge two fingers inside her. As she starts to ride my fingers, I use my other hand to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. When I pull my fingers out of her pussy, she whimpers at the loss of contact.
I free my cock and stroke my hand up and down the length of it, my eyes fixed on Ella’s mesmerizing green ones.
“The only way you get to come is on my cock, Ms. Hale.”
She bites her lip, debating. But I know I have her. She’s too worked up to retreat now, and I know she’s missed me as much as I’ve missed her. Well, maybe not as much, I don’t know if that’s possible, but I know she’s been miserable since the moment I walked out of her bedroom door three days ago. Because I’ve been the same.
I grab her by the hips and lift her, my eyes still watching hers as I lower her onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss when she’s seated, taking in all of me. Nothing has ever felt as right as when I’m inside her.
Our lips meet again as she starts to move, slowly, tentatively at first. But soon, that same haze of lust and want and need envelops us, blocking out everything else. Her hands tangle in my hair as she rides me, and my hands wrap on either side of her hips, urging her on, grinding her harder on my cock.
Our foreheads meet and it feels like the first real breath I’ve taken in too many days. Before Ella sliced me open with her request for space, I had already been a mess, worried over her safety and her life after what happened at that hotel. In truth, I don’t think I’ve breathed easily since she stormed out of my office after our argument about the story. But having her here, now, with me, helps to settle that ache in my chest. It’s not gone, and it won’t be until this impasse between us is resolved. But for now, I’ll take this. I’ll take any crumb she’s willing to give me.
I miss you.
I want you.
Please forgive me.
I swallow back all the words I want to say to her; afraid I’ll spook her if I voice them. So, I speak to her the only way I can right now. I glide my lips up the column of her throat, kissingand sucking as I go. I roam my hands over her breasts, stomach, ass, worshiping every inch of her perfect body. I pull her in tight, leaving no room between us, to blot out the echoes ofspacethat has plagued me.
I know she’s close by her soft moans and quick breaths. I rub her clit with my thumb in a circular motion, with just the right amount of pressure that I know drives her wild, and soon she’s coming. Her walls pulse around my cock as she shoves the back of her hand against her mouth to keep from crying out.
A moment later, I come so hard that I see stars. The relief and ecstasy that burns through me hits me, and I bite down on her shoulder to keep from yelling her name for everyone in the goddamn office to hear.
Fuck. Me.
I will never tire of this. I don’t think if I fucked her a million times that it would be enough to sate my need for her. I’ve been with many women, but none of them have felt like this. This connection between Ella and me isn’t just a good time or a good fuck—there’s something indescribable that burns between us when we’re together, both in and out of the bedroom. The gut-wrenching fear I felt both when Ella was threatened by Kyle and then again when she pushed me away, reminds me why I need to get my shit together and give her what she wants. What she deserves. Because if I don’t, and I lose her, lose this, it will be the worst mistake of my life.
As I take in the sight of her, drinking her in, I notice a circular object in the small breast pocket of Ella’s blouse. How I noticed it, I’m not sure, not when her blouse is hanging open and her perfect tits are right in front of me.
