Matthew’s eyes dart around the bullpen then land back on mine. “You need to be more careful.”
I start to say something, and he holds up a hand.
“Not about that, just about thinking the best in people. That their intentions are pure.” He sighs. “He might not try something physical. That’s not how it works around here. But people throw people under the bus all the time. It’s cutthroat and political, and they’ll sabotage you in a second.”
I’ll admit, I hadn’t really thought about that, but it makes sense. I’ve been so damn busy just trying to do good work, please the people above me. I probably do need to develop an awareness of everything I do and look at it from all angles, especially how it could be used against me, if I want to advance my career.
“Okay.”
For the first time today, since I’ve seen him, Matthew smiles. “Good.” He reaches down for my hand and grips it in his. “Now, you’re coming with me.”
Before I can say anything, I’m being dragged down the hallway, struggling to keep up in my heels. Matthew’s head is on a swivel, seemingly taking in every detail of his surroundings as we go farther down a hall.
We get to the last door on the right, the supply closet he pointed to on my first day, that I’ve utilized multiple times since, and he does a three-sixty, then opens the door and shoves me inside.
My heart thumps in my chest and, to be honest, fight or flight starts to kick in. Even though it’s exhilarating, my body just naturally reacts. He closes the door behind him and makes a show of slowly locking it.
When he turns around, there’s an evil grin on his face, and he takes his time tossing his jacket aside and rolling up his sleeves as he walks toward me. Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What the hell are you…”
“I don’t get enough time with you—alone.”
I back up a little instinctively, until my back hammers into the wall behind me, and I jolt the second I do it.
This is so damn wrong, and yet when I rake my eyes up and down his frame, I don’t know how I’m going to stop myself from doing whatever he wants to do. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet in my life.
“We can’t do this here… I don’t have time…”
“We are doing this here. The next ten minutes of your life belongs to me.” He leans down next to my ear, and before I know it, he has both my wrists in his hands and pins them up over my head. “You are mine.”
The second he kisses my neck I could melt into a puddle on the floor. It’s like a flame erupts through my body, and I groan so loud he lets go of one of my wrists and clamps a hand over my mouth.
Holy. Hell.
I can’t do this.
You’re so doing this.
My eyes roll up to the ceiling because every sensation is so damn intense. I’m already on the verge of coming undone and all he’s done is kiss my neck.
Then, like a tornado sweeps through, I’m spun around, and his chest is up against my back and my cheek is plastered against the drywall.
I know I joked about him acting like a caveman earlier, but now, I really think he might be one. It’s like our biological instincts have been reduced to their core principles and nothing else is up for consideration.
“I’m going to fuck you right here in this building.” His words come out through his teeth. “Because you belong to me.” He hikes up my skirt, then reaches around and cups my pussy in the palm of his hand. “This belongs to me.”
“Fuck.” I groan the word.
He thrusts his hips against my ass, and I can feel his big, hard dick through his slacks. When he leans back, I hear a zipper, and just the sound of it amplifies the energy coursing through me. The adrenaline, excitement. It’s like someone just injected serotonin straight into an artery.
“These are in my way.”
I feel my panties slide across my ass, exposing me to the air. It’s short-lived, because immediately I feel the head of his dick rub against me like he’s already lined up.
He doesn’t have a condom on and that should concern me, but let’s be honest, I have a million concerns I don’t give a shit about right now. Truth be told, I don’t give a damn about anything except him right now. It feels like I might die if I don’t get a release soon.
I expect him to just slam into me, but he doesn’t. He leans around so that we’re eye-to-eye, like he always does, and stares right at me, waiting.
There are a million hot, sexy, endearing things about Matthew Graham, but I don’t know if any of them top the fact he gets consent every single time before entering my body. To be honest, and it sounds kind of odd, but I find it to be the ultimate act of respect.
In this moment, regardless of the short time we’ve been dating, I know I’ve fallen for him. I’m pretty sure I’d give up everything for him if he asked me to, which is completely fucking insane. I’m not an idiot. I know this.
I’ve told myself a million times it’s just chemicals, biology at play, it’s irrational. There’s something more, though. Something science can’t explain. Some spiritual voodoo shit I would’ve laughed about a month ago, berated or made fun of someone who tried to sell me on this.
With Matthew, I just feel it. He’s the one.
I nod at him.
For a microsecond, he smiles like I just made him the happiest person on the planet. Then, just as quickly, a hand clamps over my mouth and he pushes inside me.
I’ve never had unprotected sex before, and it’s an entirely new experience. Every sensation is more vivid, and I moan straight into his hand.
I expect him to say something dirty, but all he manages to get out is, “God, Karli, you feel so fucking good.” It’s not just his words, either. It’s the tone. He almost sounds desperate—for me, and only me.
It’s like time slows down and we’re the only two people in the world right now.
His other hand slides down and his fingers circle my clit as his hips speed up. I’m not going to last long, and judging by the tension that’s building, I might not be able to stand when this is all over.
His hand slides down from my mouth and his fingers wrap gently around my throat. If it weren’t for his magical hand and his dick, the sounds he makes might get the job done as well.
The low grunts and groans and the fact I know I’m driving him just as insane as he drives me—it’s almost too much.
I try to speak, but my words keep faltering every time, with every new way he hits that spot deep inside me just right. Finally, I manage to gasp out a strangled whisper. “So close.”
Judging by Matthew’s sense of urgency, I’m guessing he is too.
Which is a good thing, considering we’re having sex in the middle of our workplace, during working hours, without protection. If I’m gone much longer, someone is going to notice.
Then, in my sex-crazed state of delusion, I say something that I never thought would come out of my mouth.
Matthew’s hand is still wrapped around my throat, his other hand teasing my clit as he pounds into me.
On labored breaths, I say, “Come inside me.”
The second the words leave my mouth I feel him tense up. What follows is pure heaven.
He doesn’t say anything in return, but his fingers around my throat tighten a little more. He strokes my clit faster and his hips double in speed.