Heavyfingers grip my waist.
Aharsh gasp rips out of me.Thesearing heat of his palm burns through the thin cotton of my cardigan, sliding up my ribcage to let a rough, calloused thumb trace the underwire of my bra before he squeezes my tits, marking the pale skin through the fabric.I’malready drenched, my pussy throbbing in time with the gunfire above, desperate for the weight of him to crush me.Thepitch black forces my other senses into overdrive.Leatherand sharp, heavy sweat fill my lungs.Raggedbreathing replaces his usually controlled rhythm.
"Yourpulse is racing," he observes, the statement hanging heavy in the dark.
"Yes."
"Becauseof the breach upstairs?"
"Yes."
Theopposite hand clamps down on my hip, biting into the flesh hard enough to bruise. "Good.Thatadrenaline keeps you alive.Forgetabout the intruders.Nothingpenetrates these walls.Thisroom becomes a tomb for anyone trying to breach the door."
"Theyaren't the ones making me tremble right now,"Iadmit into the dark void.
Furnaceheat radiates from his face inches from mine.Roughlips brush the shell of my ear, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Thenwho is causing that spike in your heart rate, little accountant?"
"You."
Adeep rumble vibrates his solid chest against my soft curves. "Smartgirl."
Thedark silhouette shifts abruptly.
Callousedhands abandon my body, instantly bringing a rush of cold air to my skin.Aviolent crash shatters the silence.Heavyledgers and the metal laptop get swept violently off the steel table, hitting the concrete floor with a chaotic clatter echoing off the walls.
"Elias—the files!"Iprotest, my vocal cords straining.
"Fuckthe files," he snarls.
Irongrips my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the floor to slam me onto the surface.Thecold steel bites into my thighs, a sharp contrast to his searing heat pressing between my parted knees.
"You’vebeen destroying my focus for two days, little auditor.Everytime you click that pen or chew your bottom lip until it’s bruised and red, you’re asking for this.You’realready mine, and your pussy is currently screaming for me to prove it."
"Elias."Reachingout, my palms collide with the solid rock of his shoulders.Thickmuscle bundles tight under the fabric.Slidingmy hands up his thick neck lets me tangle my fingers into the strands of his hair.Thetotal blindness demands constant physical contact to prove he's actually standing right here.
"Restraintwas the initial plan," he rasps, his hot mouth finding the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder.Teethbite down hard into the tendon.Aloud cry tears from my throat as my spine arches off the table. "Waitinguntil we exited theVaultseemed appropriate.Courtingyou over dinner.Butyou ruined my math."
Wetkisses drag up my throat, the coarse stubble scraping my skin raw. "Youlook stunning in this green tint,Mia.Yourpupils are completely blown out.Bitingthat swollen lip again.Waitingfor my cock?"
"Yes,"Ibreathe. "Yes, damn it."
Thepunishing capture of my mouth launches a total raid on my senses.Athick tongue sweeps past my teeth to ruthlessly taste the roof of my mouth.Blackcoffee and salt coat my tastebuds.Grippinghis hair tight,Ikiss him back with desperate force, letting the violent inferno between us burn away the sounds of the gunfire above.
Aheavy grip tangles in the roots of my hair, tilting my head back to force the kiss deeper.Theopposite hand violently rips at the buttons of my cardigan.Plasticpieces ping off the steel table to scatter across the concrete floor.Theruined fabric falls away to expose my heated skin to the cool air.
Tearinghis mouth away, the loud rip of heavycotton fabric echoes in the dark.Amassive, hair-roughened chest immediately crushes against my sensitive tits.Mynipples peak into tight buds, begging for the rough friction of his pecs.
"You’remine," he commands directly against my mouth. "Confirmit."
"I’myours."
"Notjust for the audit.Notjust for a seventy-two-hour lock-in."Grabbingmy wrist, he guides my palm down past the cold metal of his belt buckle to the thick, pulsing ridge of his cockstraining against the heavy denim. "Forever.Temporaryisn't in my vocabulary.Ibalance the ledgers,Mia.You’rethe only asset that makes the math work."
"Elias, please,"Ibeg, my hips bucking instinctively toward his thick length.
Theloud jingle of the heavy metal buckle echoes sharply off the walls.Theharsh drag of the zipper quickly gives way to the heat of his bare skin.
Steppingfully between my spread knees, the cold air hits my drenched pussy, tightening my muscles in anticipation.Thickfingers hook aggressively into the lace waistband of my panties before a single violent yank shreds the material completely off my body.
