Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth, reaching down and pulling me up. I barely had time to blink before he kissed me hard, his tongue meeting mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in close. His hands strayed down to my butt, and that time he used it as leverage to hoist me up and place me down on the desk behind him. It clattered as pens and notebooks scattered across it, but I didn’t pay any attention to it; I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
He reached around me and pulled out a drawer, where he fumbled for a moment before he returned with a condom. I parted my legs and he stepped between them, taking the invitation. Reaching down, he hooked his fingers around my panties and yanked them just far enough off me to expose my glistening sex. I tipped my head back, already desperate with desire. I just needed him inside me again. As he tore open the condom and sheathed himself, he dipped his head down and planted a soft kiss against my throbbing clit. I squirmed and groaned, and he pulled away and grinned wickedly at me as he grabbed my leg and draped it over his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips along my ear while he teasingly pressed his dick against my opening.
Whimpering, I was unable to find any leverage to grind back against him and take him all the way in; I was completely at his mercy, and he seemed to like it that way. He slowly pushed himself inside me, moving at a pace that was both infuriating and satiating at the same time, as though he knew how badly I wanted this and was making sure that I could feel him filling every inch of me. I let my head tip back, slipped my hands around his shoulders to hold on, and decided the best thing was to let him take control. It was his office, after all, and he was the boss.
Once he was all the way inside me, he paused for a moment, and then he began to fuck me hard, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight as he shoved in and out with the kind of relentless pace that told me he’d been thinking about this as much as I had. I bit down on the shoulder of his expensive blazer to keep myself quiet, but I couldn’t silence all the noises that came out of me; a few moans escaped here and there, but at that point, I didn’t care if the entire company heard us.
He grabbed my chin, turning my head toward his, and kissed me once more, deeply. For a moment, he slowed his pace, and it was almost romantic. In that split second, I could’ve mistaken the encounter for something sweet and wholesome, something shared between two people who loved each other. But moments later, he moved his mouth down to my neck, bared his teeth against my skin, and picked up the pace once more, fucking me hard and holding me close. I clung to him for dear life, the only sound in the room that of our mutual gasping breaths as we both hurtled toward the inevitable end point. My toes curled in my shoes, one of them dropping off and landing on the floor with a thud. I was close. So close. Every muscle tensed and coiled like a spring.
“Holy shit!” I cried out, forgetting we were in a place where orgasmic yelling was likely looked down upon. My climax shattered through my body like someone had launched a bullet at me; my skin prickled and my muscles released as my lower body throbbed and shivered. Trace thrust a few more times and found his own release inside me, bottoming out with a gritted-teeth groan as he collapsed against me, my leg slipping from his shoulder.
He left himself inside of me for a moment, not pulling out, and I knew exactly how he felt: I didn’t want this to be over either, even though I knew we’d already pushed things way further than we should’ve ever let them go at the workplace. But slowly, almost reluctantly, he slid out of me. Our bodies slowly unwrapped from each other, and I found myself inhaling his familiar scent, wondering if we’d get to do this again. I couldn’t get caught up in Trace Prescott’s world where women were there for fun but nothing more. I knew if I let myself get pulled in, I’d end up broken.
“This has to be the last time this happens,” Trace said in a low voice as he straightened up.
Sweeping strands of hair from my face, I nodded. “We can’t do this at work anymore.”
“Out of work?” he asked as he gazed at me.
I stared back at him.Is he being serious right now?“I don’t think it’s allowed. I mean, the whole no-fraternization policy and all.”Yeah, like I’m really worried about that.
He shrugged and took a step toward me as he quickly disposed of the condom and adjusted his pants. I reached down to grab my panties and searched for my shoe.
“I’m the boss, remember?” A smile curled on his lips.
“So you’re proposing a boss-with-benefits situation?”
He shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t want that with you. I don’t know what I’m proposing. All I know is I missed you, and it was hell not being with you these past few days.”
“Then why didn’t you call me? You can’t just keep me at bay, then jump back in when you have an itch, and then forget about me until the itch comes back. I deserve better.”
He nodded. “You do.” He went to the file cabinet next to his desk, pulled out several files, and handed them to me. “This is what you came up here for.”
I took them and walked to the door. Before opening it, I looked behind my shoulder at him. “You’re the worst asshole there is because you pretend not to be one.”
“I never pretended with you. That was all real.”
“Whatever.” I dragged my gaze away from his and turned to the door, gripping the files tightly. I had to get the hell out of there before I let something else happen. Heading for the elevator, I practically jumped in and let the doors slide shut in front of me, then let out a deep breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
