“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Oh god, please don’t stop.”
I could hear his ragged breathing as his forehead rested on my shoulder. “Shh,” he murmured. “Stop. I can’t hold back if you keep begging me like that.”
He rocked inside me, pushing hard enough to slide me back on the desk. I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling myself back against him. “More!”
He growled and thrust inside over and over. I held on for dear life. I wanted closer. I wanted more. I clawed at his back, wishing like hell I could feel his flesh rubbing against mine. He cursed and jerked back with his dick still impaling me. His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them away from my body before his mouth slammed against mine. I could feel him throbbing inside me. The pulsations matched my own as my body squeezed him.
He let go of my wrists and jerked his mouth away. The desire in his eyes was intense. A flash of heat rolled through my body a second before he pushed my chest. He pushed again until I fell backward. I felt a stapler and papers under my back. “Stay,” he ordered before reaching under my thighs and jerking me to the edge of the desk. “You are going to take every last inch.”
His hand settled on my belly. I watched as he looked down, looking at the place where he was joined with me. I moaned and rolled my head back and forth on the desk. It was perfectly naughty and sending me racing toward another orgasm.
His nostrils flared and his hands tightened on my thighs. He held me at the edge while his body pounded against mine. Our flesh slapping against each other filled the room. My own moans and gasps mingled with his grunts and groans. I was lost in the moment. Nothing mattered but getting that second orgasm. I could feel it coming. I reached out my hands, trying to grab him. He batted them away and kept moving with an intensity I had never felt before. He was on a mission.
I arched, bucking my hips as the first wave of the orgasm rolled over me. “Yes!” I moaned the word. “More.”
“God dammit, you are so fucking greedy,” he growled a second before I felt him release inside me.
His grunts of ecstasy made me even hotter than I already was. He was carnal and animalistic as he thrust harder and harder like he couldn’t get deep enough. I reached for him again, this time grabbing his forearm and holding on.
When his body stopped jerking, he leaned forward, his face resting against my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair and allowed myself just a minute of postcoital bliss. Just for a minute. Then I was pushing him away.
I sat up and hopped off the desk, pulling my skirt down at the same time. He had a smug look on his face. “Don’t,” I said and held up one finger. “Don’t say a word.”
He gave a lazy grin. His hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than he had ever looked before in his disheveled state. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
He pulled up his pants and tucked himself back in while I went on a hunt for my panties. I put them on, struggling to keep my skirt down as I did so. I could feel him watching me and was not interested in giving him a show.
“This never happened,” I told him.
“I didn’t just fuck you on my desk?” he questioned with that same smug look.
“No.”
“I used to fuck you all the time,” he reminded me.
I took a deep breath. “That doesn’t matter, and it wasn’t all the time. That is in our past. This cannot happen again.”
“You know you liked it.”
I rolled my eyes. If I had a dollar for every time a man said that to a woman, I would be richer than he was. “Don’t let your ego get too big. Sex is sex. I like sex.”
“You really liked sex with me,” he said with another grin. “You came twice.” He held up two fingers.
“Do you want a trophy?” I snapped.
“Nope. I got what I wanted.”
I shook my head. “You are so arrogant.”
“Tell me you did not just get off twice,” he said with a laugh. “I think I get to be proud of that.”
I straightened my blouse and looked him in the eye. “This will not happen again. It shouldn’t have happened this time.”
He straightened his shirt. “I don’t remember you being such a wildcat,” he said with a smirk before turning and giving me his back. “Is my shirt shredded?”
My cheeks burned. “I’m leaving.”
“And I’m going to watch you go,” he said.
“I suppose I’ll see you later.”
He laughed. “You will,” he said. “You bet that sweet ass you will.”
I hoped like hell no one heard us in there. I raised my chin and walked out of the office. I didn’t see anyone looking at me, but my shame was enough. I hailed a cab and went back to my own office.
I sat down behind my desk and finally let out a breath. I could not believe I had just done that. What was I thinking? I couldn’t sleep with my boss. I definitely couldn’t sleep with the man that had broken my heart all those years ago. I needed therapy. Of all the choices I could have made, that was the worst one yet.
I decided I was going to pretend it didn’t happen. We’d never talk about it and it would just go away. I could go back to hating him and his tyranny.
Chapter 18
Nash
After that, I needed a drink. I needed a cigarette as well, but I didn’t smoke. A drink would have to do. I felt loose limbed after the little tryst. I sauntered toward the elevator and got a few strange looks. That was when I realized I was smiling.
I walked into the bar that was empty. Davin was sitting at a table near the bar. “Am I paying you to eat lunch now?”
“Woah,” he said when he looked up at me.
I sat down. “What?”
“You got a little something going on,” he said and reached up to his own head.
I reached up and smoothed down my hair. “Thanks.”
“Where’s the lady?” he asked.
“That was Saige.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “And now it is all clear.”
“What’s clear?”
He pointed to my hair and my neck. I reached up and put my hand over my neck. It was a minor scratch. I didn’t think it was obvious, but apparently, he saw it. “Yeah, that,” he said with a laugh. “You just got laid.”
“I’m not discussing this with you.”
He shook his head with a smile. “She’s pretty. I get why you’re so hot for her.”
“She’s gorgeous,” I replied.
“Yes, she is. So, what were you guys doing here?”
“She wanted to show me her old job,” I said.
“Why? Is she going back?”
“No,” I said and then thought about it. “I don’t think so anyway.”
“Why’d she want you to go there?” he asked.
“Because I’m an asshole and her old boss is great. I was supposed to learn a lesson. Her old boss is this sweet lady, and everyone loves her. She wants me to change my ways and get soft.”
“And that ended with sex in your office?” He laughed. “I assume it was in your office.”