“Hey! Put me down!” She smacks my back.
I merely brace a hand on her lower back and ass and walk faster, pounding up the stairs. Once I’m in the joint office space, I slide her to her feet. Ignoring her outrage and yelling at me, I grab her hand and pull her toward my private office.
“Where are we going?” she asks, but she is no longer fighting but rushing after me.
Desire pulses through my veins. It has been there since I looked down and saw the swell of her breasts in that sexy dress. The fury I was feeling since she challenged me, picking up another man, burns in my veins, changing into a pulsing, beating need inside of me. Putting distance between us? Taking my space? I never stood a chance.
But I hurt her, I know. And that was never my intention. So if she doesn’t want me now, I’ll let her go.
“We’re going somewhere we can be alone.” I pause, meeting her gaze. “Any objections?”
The seconds that pass feel like long, painful ones. She stares at me, a myriad of emotions racing across her expressive features so fast I don’t try to decipher them all. Instead I wait, my cock throbbing inside my slacks.
“Faith?” I ask because she has to agree.
“What are you waiting for?”
My hand wraps more tightly around hers as I rush us into my office, slam the door, and lock it behind us. I walk her to the desk and meet her gaze, pleased to see her eyes dark with yearning.
“Panties off, dress up,” I instruct.
Her eyes open wide but she doesn’t hesitate. She wriggles the dress up and slides her sexy underwear down and off her legs.
My fucking hand shakes as I unhook my pants and drop them, along with my boxer briefs, to the floor. “Bend over,” I say in a gruff voice.
“I—”
“Up to you.” I grasp my cock and pump once, twice with my hand.
Her eyes follow the rough movement.
She bends over the desk.
She’s gorgeous, that soft, creamy flesh calling out to me. I walk behind her and nudge her feet wider, making room for myself between her thighs.
I slide one hand through her creamy folds, finding her soaked. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
“For you, Jason. Only for you. But if you walk away again right after, I’m done.”
Her words slice through my chest. I push them aside for now, knowing I’m in it until her brother is caught. In it until we callit quits at the end. She knows what I want… and don’t. I was a coward for running from her.
In response, I grab my cock, line it up at her entrance, and nudge myself in, sliding inside slowly as she grips tight around me.
I close my eyes, letting myself feel the sensations. She’s not able to watch my face, to see how deeply she affects me, so I allow myself the luxury of feeling.
“Harder, Jase.” She wriggles her ass, and I pinch one cheek, then slam in deep.
She screams, but it isn’t like anyone can hear. Before I can ask if she’s okay, she groans. “So good. Again.”
I take a slow, torturous glide out of her clasping walls and thrust back in. Knowing what she wants, needs, I begin a steady rhythm, one hand on her back, the other on her hip as I take her hard and fast. It doesn’t take long for her to rise, and the slow moans become louder and more frenzied.
“Oh, God, Jase. Don’t stop. I need to come.”
I have no intention of denying either one of us. My blood boils hot in my veins, my balls are drawn up tight, and the only thing holding me back from my climax is the fact that she hasn’t reached her own yet. I slide my hand around her waist and rub my finger over her clit.
That’s all she needs. She cries out and she begins to climax, her trembling, shaking orgasm triggering my release. I slam into her over and over, and when I finally thrust one last time, I know I’m so fucking gone and lost over this woman I might never find my way back.
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