And impressive.
He inched toward me, adjusting his glasses. The whirlpool sensation in my belly left me feeling light-headed and tingly. I was well aware that my shirt was still open and I wasn’t making any attempt to fix it. But the closer he got, the harder my heart beat, and the more the pressure between my legs begged me to do something about it.
Something crazy.
Something reckless.
Something so ill-advised I was angry at myself for even thinking it.
Angry at him for making me think it.
I had to break the spell, so I reached for that anger, grabbing it and holding it tight. “Your research is bad, and you have no business being here.”
But the words I threw at him did not have their desired effect. He didn’t back away. He didn’t even stop. He took another step closer, his eyes locked with mine, his jaw set.
“You’re too close-minded and can’t admit when you’re wrong.”
“You think you can distract me with your… gifts.” I glanced at the bulge in his pants again. “But it won’t work.”
“You’re the one trying to distract me with… all this.” His eyes flicked down. “It’s very unfair.”
He moved closer, so close we were almost touching, and my body tensed with anticipation.
“I don’t like you,” I whispered.
“Good. I don’t like you either.”
His mouth crashed into mine, his lips firm. I grabbed his shirt and yanked him against me, meeting his angry kiss with my own. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, holding me in place, and invaded my mouth with his tongue. The wet, velvety softness slid against mine.
God, he knew how to kiss. Damn him.
He shoved his thigh between my legs, forcing them apart. My skirt rode up and I moaned into his mouth at the sudden pressure against my clit.
Do not dry hump his leg, Hazel. Do not.
Obviously I did.
With a fleeting thought that I’d forgive myself for this later because I was that desperate for an orgasm, I tilted my hips and ground myself against his thigh.
Oh dear god yes. The friction and pressure were just what I needed.
He growled into my mouth, still kissing me, and grabbed my backside. With his fingers digging into my ass cheek, he pressed me against his thigh, encouraging my movement.
The throbbing pressure between my legs was blindingly intense. Holding me tight, he rubbed me against his leg in a steady rhythm, helping me chase the orgasm that was already tantalizingly close.
Wait, helping me?
He wanted me to come. He wanted to give me an orgasm, right here. Fully clothed. Using his leg.
Oh no. I was not going to be a good, cooperative girl. Not for Corban Nash.
I sank my teeth into his lower lip and he grunted, pulling me tighter against him. The hard thickness of his arousal dug into my belly, an invitation too tempting to resist. I slid my palm down his body and wrapped my hand around his cock through his pants.
He grunted again, the noise rumbling in his throat, and squeezed my ass cheek harder.
“I still don’t like you,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Me neither,” he growled. Fisting his hand in the back of my hair, he tilted my head to the side. Scraped his teeth down my neck. “But I’m going to make you come anyway.”
“No you’re not.” Yes, please make me come, Corban. Please.
He kept nibbling and licking my skin, his thigh still firmly planted between my legs. His other hand slid to my breast and he rubbed my hard nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. It was stupidly unfair how good he was at this.
“Yes, I am. Tell me you want it, Hazel.”
Shuddering, I moaned.
We couldn’t. We were at work.
And I couldn’t give in. Not to him.
But it was late. We were alone.
And this felt so good.
“Say it.” His fist tightened in my hair and he sucked on my neck. “I have to hear you say yes.”
I did want it. I wanted it more than I wanted to be right. More than I wanted to win.
“Yes.”
He pulled away and angled me toward the empty worktable. Planted his palm against my back and bent me over. With rough hands, he shoved my skirt up to my waist.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” I said over my shoulder.
“It doesn’t for me either.” He unfastened his pants and pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard length.
I hated how the sight of his cock made my knees nearly buckle. But it was perfect. Long, thick, and solid. Flushed to the color of wine. Biting his lower lip again, he gave it a few quick tugs with his fist and a tremor ran down the length of my spine.
Give it to me, Corban. Now.
With his thick erection in one hand, he shoved my panties aside and slid his fingers along my opening, dipping them inside. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
I arched my back harder, desperate and wanting. He aligned himself with my entrance, grabbed my hips, and thrust himself inside.
An explosion of pleasure burst through my entire body. He stretched me open, his thickness filling me. My eyes rolled back, and I didn’t bother stifling the moan that left my lips.
“One time, Hazel,” he growled, driving deep. “You get my cock once.”
“I won’t want it again.” That was a lie, and I knew it already. But there was no way I was admitting it.
He didn’t answer. Just grunted as he buried his cock into my wetness.
I braced myself on the flat surface of the table while Corban held my hips and fucked me from behind. Every thrust was like magic, giving me both pressure and friction where I needed it most. I closed my eyes, focusing on the way his cock felt, dragging in and out. The tension building in my core.
If he didn’t make me come, I was going to kill him.
“You better warn me before you finish.”
He thrust harder. “You’re coming first.”
The impulse to argue with him was as strong as it was ridiculous. Why would I argue with that? My brain was too tangled up to reply coherently, so I just moaned again.
Bracing himself with one arm, he leaned over me, his breath hot on my neck. His low growls reverberated through me, making my nerve endings fire.
I wished we were naked. I bet his skin felt good.
But that wasn’t what this was. It wasn’t the time for the softness of skin against skin. For tender caresses and passionate kisses.
This was hard and furious. His cock driving deep. My boobs smashed against the table, the edge digging into my hip bones. It was my skirt hiked up, my panties pulled to the side, his pants zipper scratching me with every thrust.
It was rough and raw and uncomfortable. And I needed it like I needed air.
“Is that the best you can do?” I asked, goading him on purpose. Lashing out because he felt so good it made me irrationally mad.
His angry growl was primal and untamed. He clamped his teeth at the base of my neck, biting hard enough to make me gasp. I felt pinned down. Restrained by this unexpected animal of a man.
I had no idea I’d love that so much. But oh my god, I did.
“If it’s not good enough, I can stop,” he said in my ear.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I’ll pull my cock out of you right now.” Thrust. “A few jerks of my hand and I’ll come anyway.” Harder thrust. “So if you don’t need it, I’ll just…”