“Soon I’ll have my mouth on both of these,” he said. He squeezed my breast and my pussy, then increased the pressure and speed of his fingers. “But first, I want to taste your cum on my fingers before I fuck you into the wall.”
I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking against him, chasing the orgasm that was building inside me. The tightness in my abdomen radiated out to all my muscles. A growl vibrated against my ear before he bit down on my neck as if he already knew my neck was my weak spot.
A wave of pleasure rocked my body and a strangled cry ripped from my chest.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Come.”
The most intense feeling ever whited my mind as I shook in his arms. I barely noticed as I came down that he’d grabbed hold of my thighs and lifted me against the wall. Still dazed from my orgasm, I didn’t register the sounds of him freeing himself until I felt the hot head of his cock pressing against my sensitive clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, my legs flexing, pulling him closer until I felt the tip slip in, then his hips flexed, slamming himself all the way until his hips were firmly against me.
My vision became blurry, head back against the wall as a long, low keening left me.
“Fuck, yes. I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” he groaned against my ear.
“What?” I asked, confused. I’d never felt so full.
“Being inside you.”
When he slid out and then slammed back in, I suddenly felt on the edge of another orgasm. I didn’t have time to think on it when he enacted on his promise of fucking me into the wall. Hard and fast, over and over, and I could do nothing but let out a litany of mewls.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I whimpered as I held on for dear life. My lips parted and a silent scream caught in my throat as I clung to him, my body shaking.
An incomprehensible string of grunts and groans left him as his hips pinned me to the wall. They flexed, pushing me harder as I felt his cock twitch inside me.
He was coming. Oh, my God, he was coming. Filling me.
My head fell against his shoulder as strength abandoned me. A man making me come once was a miracle, but Thane proved just how much of a god he was by doing the impossible.
Now all I wanted to do was take a nap.
His breath was hot against my neck as he took in deep, labored breaths.
“Don’t pull away,” he whispered against my skin.
In my hazy state, I didn’t understand the meaning of his words, but I would.
If I’d ever even questioned the attraction between me and Roe, that was completely blown out of the water when she came in my arms. Then when she came around me.
All night long, it was on replay.
And I had to be honest with myself—being with her was without a doubt the hottest sex of my life. It wasn’t that we were in my office and anyone could hear or walk in, and it wasn’t because we were mostly clothed. Weeks of pent-up sexual frustration had gotten an outlet, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Every whimper, every touch made me want and need more, driving me to madness.
However, I did hate that she still ran out on me at four thirty. It was strange, but maybe she had a second job? Whatever it was, it was maddening.
After that, the woman consumed my every thought. My questions were piling up, even if I was no closer to getting answers.
I’d never wanted to take a woman out so badly before. To date, and yes, to fuck, but definitely to get to know her outside of work. She had me completely captivated, and I had a need for all of her—a feeling I hadn’t had in many years.
With the time she’d worked for me, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to watch her make a mad dash to her desk nearly ten minutes late, looking flushed and gorgeous. Of course, the phone was already ringing. Her “Hello, Thane Carthwright’s Office” rushed out after nearly six full rings.
I chuckled to myself, because obviously fucking the hottest woman I’d ever met against the wall of my office wasn’t going to change the work environment we’d established.
I took the call, and once I was done, I forced my attention back to my email to keep from getting distracted by her. It was torture. Every movement she made, every sigh, had my skin crawling to be closer to her. Being near her was tormenting me. I just wanted to touch her again.
A few minutes later, movement caught my eye and I looked to the door. It was hard not to groan as I watched her hips pop with each step. She was wearing pants, and I desperately missed the view of her legs that her skirts provided.
“Your coffee,” Roe said, setting the cup down next to me. There was no little snip or snide remark. Instead, a smile brightened her stunning features. A slight pink on her cheeks enticed me.
I smiled up at her as I picked up the cup. “Thank you.”
She turned, a bounce in her step on the way back to her desk. I was so completely hypnotized that I was on my second sip before I spit the coffee back out into the cup. Bitter drain water was more the taste than coffee. I had no clue what the difference was between what Crystal got me and what Roe did, but I needed to text Crystal to find out.
The idea of a cappuccino from the lobby coffee shop crossed my mind. Maybe I could have her get me an espresso from there and avoid offending her. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her. That wouldn’t help my mission to get inside her again—something I was desperate for.
Neither one of us made any sort of mention or allusion to what had happened, but each time our eyes connected, it simmered beneath the surface. She would turn me down again for a date without notice, but I’d discovered a loophole.
The next morning when she came in to drop off my coffee, I stopped her before she left.
“I need you to make a lunch reservation for two at noon.”
“Two?” Her brow scrunched. I knew she was confused because the only meeting I had on my calendar was at three.
“If I can’t take you to dinner, then I’m taking you to lunch.”
She shook her head. “I can only take a half an hour.”
Yes, that annoying secret to go with all the others.
“And maybe someday you’ll tell me why, but that isn’t a concern today. It’s a work lunch with ulterior motives.”
“Ulterior motives, huh? Does that mean I get to pick the restaurant?” she asked.
“When you agree to go to dinner with me, but lunch is mine.”
A few hours later, I was holding the door open to The Capital Grille, one of my favorite places for a business lunch. And probably where I would have taken her to dinner if she’d agreed.
“I’ve never been here before,” she whispered as we approached the hostess stand.
“You’ll like it,” I assured her.
“Are there fifty-dollar salads here?” she asked, her lips drawing up into a smirk.
“Probably.”
Her eyes went wide and she slowly turned to look at me. “I ca—”
“I’m buying you lunch, so don’t say another damn word about it. If you want the fifty-dollar salad, get it.”
“Right this way,” the hostess said.
I placed my hand on Roe’s back as low as I could, keeping her close to me. It was a possessive move, but I wanted all the fucking eyes that were watching to know she was taken. Even if she hadn’t agreed yet.