Page 82 of Threaded Lies

I lower my legs from the chair. “A good CEO?” I squeeze my knees shut so that he’s forced to take a step back. “One who cares for her job.” I lift my eyebrows as he meets mine. “Always makes sure the owner is taken care of as well.” I rise from my chair and make a show of crawling my elbows onto the desk so that my bare ass is facing him. “Your turn, Mr. Knight,” I say breathlessly and look over my shoulder.

Holden is standing behind me. His eyes flicker to mine, to my bared and dripping pussy, and then back to my eyes, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out.

“Now, that’s a gorgeous sight, Sunshine.”

He runs a hand over the globe of my ass before trailing his finger down its center and over where his tongue just pleasured.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

He lines his head up at my entrance and begins to push his way in. His groan is exactly how I feel.

Wanton. Desired. Unbridled.

“So fucking good,” he repeats as he seats himself root to tip within me, one hand on my hip, the other snaking up my back to grab onto my shoulder for leverage.

“Fuck me, Holden,” I murmur as he begins to move. “Take me just like that.” I rear back and meet him halfway, earning me a guttural groan that creates an ache on top of the burn he’s already igniting. “Show me what you want.” I still my hips so he can slam into me. Over and over. “Give me every goddamn inch.”

The pleasure is too much, burns too damn bright that I drop my head and grab onto the edge of the desk with my fingers.

“Please.” He continues his pursuit. “Right there.” Again and again. “Holden.” I knew the orgasm was coming, could feel it building, but nothing prepared me for the intensity of the second one when it hits.

My elbows buckle and I collapse on his desk as he claims his own.

We’re a mass of tense muscles and misted sweat.

Of surging pleasure and sated needs.

Of unspoken emotion and requiet submission.

As our hearts decelerate and bodies normalize, Holden presses an unexpected row of kisses down the length of my spine. He slips out of me and collapses back into his chair, his pants around his ankles and his own chest still heaving.

“It’s never been this good before,” he says and then stops himself. Our eyes meet. His words take hold as he runs a hand through his hair and all but pretends to shake his comment away. “Christ. You are something else, Rowan Rothschild.”

I move and straddle his thighs, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We are something else, Holden.” Another kiss before I rest my head on his chest and just take in the moment.

Just take in him.

It’s never been this good before.…

And I couldn’t agree more.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Holden

“Man, I thought you’d gone and forgot about me,” Leo says as he bumps my fist, glances over his shoulder, and then peers at me through the open window of my SUV.

“Nah. Just busy with work and … stuff.”

“It’s been a few weeks since you came to the baseball game. I figured you … I don’t know. That you weren’t coming back.” He sniffs like it’s no big deal but I can hear the worry in his voice.

“I’m here. A lot of shit has happened.” I thrum my thumbs on the steering wheel. “But Audrey took care of you for helping paint the back fence, right? She said you talked to her the other day.”

He nods and glances behind him again like he expects someone to be there. “Yeah, but she ain’t you, man. She’s…”

“Scary?” I ask and laugh.

“That’s the right word.”