"Goodgirl."
Thrustingupward with a sharp, jagged motion mimics the exact rhythmIam dying to perform.Herheat radiates straight through the damp fabric of her panties, soaked and dripping for me alone.Knowinghow wet she is nearly shatters my control.Slidingmy hand up her spine locates the clasp of her bra through her shirt.Leavingit hooked for now,Itrace the line of the strap to measure the tight tension coiled in her back.
"Youfit,"Imutter.Rubbingmy cheek against hers drags my rough stubble across her soft skin. "Thenumbers balance perfectly."
"Thenumbers..."Abreathless, frantic laugh escapes her. "Youare talking about math right now?"
"Everythingrelies on math,"Ianswer, biting down on her shoulder through the thin fabric of her top. "Volumeand velocity.Calculatingexactly how hardIcan fuck you without breaking this cabinet takes effort."
Chokingon a sharp gasp, her fingers tighten. "Elias!"
"ButIcan’t."
Stoppingmy hips creates a jarring, heavy stillness.Mychest heaves against hers, taking the impact of her heart hammering against my ribs in a frantic, staccato rhythm.One, two, three, four.Movingway too fast.
Restingmy forehead against hers keeps her securely pinned with her legs locked around my waist.Lettingher go right now would send me crashing to the concrete.
"Why?"Hervoice emerges ragged and ruined.
Shuttingmy eyes helps me lock the monster back in its cage. "Becausetaking you right now meansIwill absolutely not stop, and the clock only hasforty-eight hours left."
"Idon't care about the clock," she whispers.
"Ido."Openingmy gritty, burning eyes,Iforce myself to look at the reality of the room. "Thereis a war happening right outside that heavy steel door,Mia.Mencarrying badges and guns want to put you in a cage, while men hiding in the shadows want to put a bullet in your head."
Squeezingher hips drives my fingers deep into the soft wool. "Ineed your mind sharp,"Isay roughly. "Findingthat digital ghost requires focus.Buryingthem with numbers so deep they never dig themselves out requires all your attention.Fuckingyou into the floor right now ruins that focus."
Theabsolute truth finally bleeds out."Anda quick, dirty grind against a filing cabinet isn't enough,"Iadd.Shakingmy head clears the fog. "WhenItake you to a bed, the claiming will last for hours.Countingevery single time you scream and memorizing exactly how your face flushes when youcum will take absolute, thorough focus."
Herpupils blow wide enough to make her irises look entirely black.Sheswallows hard. "Isthat a promise?"
"Thatis a threat."
Slowlylowering her down lets her legs slide from my waist, bringing her feet back in contact with the concrete floor.Keepingmy hands planted firmly on her hips steadies her wobbling stance.
Aglorious mess, her mouth shines swollen and thoroughly bitten.Hertwisted shirt and the rucked-up edge of her skirt prove exactly who owns her now.
"Fixyour clothes,"Iinstruct, stripping the heavy lust from my tone and forcing the cold, calculating mask of theTreasurerback into place.
Tremblinghands reach down to smooth the wool of her skirt.Touchingher fingertips to her lips causes a slight wince.
"DidIhurt you?"
"No."Droppingher hand, she meets my gaze. "No,I...Iliked it."
Thedark admission slams into my chest like a wrecking ball.
Turningaway beforeIgive in and rip her clothes off,Imarch back to my desk and sit down heavily enough to make the leather chair groan.Theheavy ache in my groin screams for release.Bloodpumps so violently through my veins the roaring fills my ears, leaving me in absolute, hard agony.
"Getback to work,Mia,"Idemand, staring blankly at the swimming numbers on the screen.
"Elias?"
"What?"Theword snaps out of my throat.
"Youtossed my pen."
Grittingmy teeth grinds my jaw. "Iwill buy you a new one, a whole box of them, or the entire damn factory."
