"Your office has locks. And your security team knows not to interrupt you when the door's locked." I reached for his belt. "I want you. Right now. Here. I want the risk. Want the recklessness. Want you to fuck me on your desk where anyone could walk by and hear."
His control visibly cracked. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Or the life of you. Haven't decided yet." I kissed him hard. "Please. I need this. Need you."
Elio groaned and surrendered. Kissed me back with desperate intensity. Hands already working at my clothes.
"Lock the door," he commanded.
I did. Came back to find him clearing his desk with one sweep of his arm. Papers scattered. Laptop closed and moved safely aside.
"Get your clothes off. Now."
I stripped quickly. Efficiently. Left my clothes in a pile on the floor.
Elio pulled me against him. Still fully dressed while I was completely bare. The contrast was intoxicating.
"You've learned to ask for what you want," he said. Voice rough with desire. "I love that about you. Love that you're confident enough to tell me exactly what you need."
"I learned from you. You taught me I could ask. Could demand. Could take what I wanted."
"And what do you want right now?"
"You. Inside me. Hard and fast. I want to feel you tomorrow. Want to remember this every time I sit at this desk. Want to know that we christened this office properly."
He bit my shoulder. Made me gasp. "You're going to be loud. Anyone walking by will hear."
"Let them. Let them know you're mine. That I'm yours. That we do whatever we want."
Elio lifted me onto the desk. Spread my legs. Knelt between them.
"Going to make you scream my name," he promised. "Going to make you forget every coherent thought. Going to ruin you for anyone else."
"Already ruined. Been ruined since the first time you touched me."
He worked me open with his mouth and fingers. Efficient but thorough. Knew exactly what I needed. How much prep. What angle drove me crazy.
When I was ready—gasping and begging—he stood and stripped off his clothes. Positioned himself at my entrance.
"Last chance to change your mind. Go home. Do this properly in bed."
"Fuck me right here. Right now. Don't make me wait."
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust. We both groaned loud enough that anyone in the hallway would definitely hear.
"God, Julian. You feel perfect. Always perfect."
"Move. Please. I need—"
He set a hard, fast pace. Exactly what I'd asked for. The desk creaked beneath us. Papers fell to the floor. Neither of us cared.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Want to watch you."
I wrapped my hand around myself. Stroked in time with his thrusts. Watched his face as he watched me. Both of us completely lost in sensation.
"You're so beautiful like this," he said. Voice strained. "Taking me so well. Being so brave. Asking for what you want."
"Learned from the best. You taught me—oh God, right there—taught me I could want things. Could ask for them."
