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He studied her for a moment, not saying anything. She took the silence as a chance to slip away and put the clothes in the closet and get out of there without having to have any kind of conversation with her boss.
"Wait," EM's voice caught her just as her foot hit the first step. "Wait. The clothes can wait. Can you come here for a second," he asked, hoping his voice sounded reassuring, calm.
Hannah took a deep breath and turned, walking into the study and hanging the clothes on a coat rack next to the door. "Yes?"
Elliott waved a hand to the chair across from his desk. "Have a seat."
Hannah nodded, feeling extremely uncomfortable. What could he possibly have to discuss with her? She had been making sure her work was irreproachable. She did every task he set before her and had it done in less time than he allotted it. Except his lunch that afternoon. She had screwed up there. Though she found it incredibly strange that he would be so annoyed by that that he had to pull her aside and chastise her like a kid in a principal's office.
She sat down, folding her hands in her lap and looking at his face while carefully avoiding eye contact. There was a pregnant silence, she could hear the wind making a tree outside tap against the windowpane. She heard the buzz of the white noise from his computer. Finally he sighed. The sound caught her off guard, making her jump slightly.
He was trying to find the right way to begin such a delicate conversation. She looked so small and worried sitting there, like a strong breeze or one misspoken word could knock her right over.
"Hannah..." he started, noticing how straight she was holding her spine. "How are you?" he asked, feeling dumb and lacking.
Hannah's eyebrows raised. He was asking her how she was? He had never asked her that. He probably never asked any of his employees that. "I'm... fine," she said quickly. Too quickly.
Elliott shook his head. "No, don't do that," he said, getting out of his chair and moving toward the front of his desk. He leaned against it, putting himself right in front of where she was sitting, his feet only inches from hers. "Something is going on with you. And it has been going on for a while now. I just want to know what it is."
Hannah was silent a moment, panic filling her so full she felt nauseated. She couldn't get into this with him. He would never understand. He would probably even be angry with her for not telling him. He wouldn't accept this behavior in his office. And on top of all of that, it was too embarrassing to let him know all the horrible things that were being said about her.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin in a defiant way. "Has it been impacting my work?" she asked in a surprisingly strong tone.
Elliott wanted to laugh. It was a glimpse of the Hannah she was before. And she posed a good question. Had it been impacting her work? As a whole... no.
"As a whole... no." At her look of success, he held up a hand. "Not yet. But it will. You won't be able to keep up with your responsibilities without getting proper rest," He looked at her, a certain sadness in his eyes, "Without eating."
Hannah's mouth opened as if she was going to refute his claims, but knew she could never do so convincingly. It shocked her that he had even noticed. She always figured she faded into the background of his surroundings like a lamp or an office chair. It made her feel uneasy to realize he looked at her, that he could see through her like that.
"This isn't like you, sweetheart," Elliott said softly, shocking her with the endearment. The fact that he even knew the word sweetheart was surprising. "What's going on?"
Hannah felt tears swim in her eyes for a split second. It felt good to have someone see that she was hurting, even if the person asking was, however unwittingly, a source of some of the pain. "It's not important," she protested, starting to stand.
"It's important to me," he said, his hand reaching out and taking her fragile wrist. She turned back to him, her eyes glimmering with concealed emotions. Her gray eyes held his and before he could think better of it, he stood. His free hand rubbed her jaw line which was more defined than the last time he touched it.
She still looked up at him, her mouth parting as his fingers slowly stroked down the side of her neck. His face leisurely inched closer to hers, his eyes scanning hers for any sign of rejection. When he found none, his lips met hers softly.
Hannah moaned against his mouth. His hand let go of her wrist and went around her waist. His other hand slid from the nape of her neck into her hair and pulled her face closer to his. He felt her body melt against his and her tongue slipped into his mouth, toying with his tentatively. He coaxed her slowly until her passion rivaled his, then he plunged his tongue into her mouth, the tremble down her spine urging him further.
Hannah's heart beat unnaturally fast. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples poised at sensitive taut points. She felt the fabric of her shirt brush against them and sighed. She pressed her hips deeper against his, feeling the entire length of his hardness pressing into her pelvis.
Elliott's hands slipped down her back, running across the width of her hips before dipping lower and grabbing her ass. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and felt his hands grip her backside roughly, pulling her upward and off the floor. Hannah giggled, being held in the air by her butt. He pulled her tightly against him and Hannah quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. With one hand rough around her waist, Elliott held her in place while his other hand grabbed the back of her head and held her still while his mouth plundered hers with incredible pressure.
Hannah whimpered, biting his lower lip more roughly than she would ever have thought appropriate. Her legs ached from how tightly she was holding herself against him. She felt desire spread through her belly, dipping lower until she felt herself rubbing the juncture of her thighs against Elliott's hips.
Elliott grunted, nipping her lips over and over as he held her tighter and started walking toward the stairs.
Hannah's lips left his and traced slowly down his face, feeling his stubble brush her now sensitive mouth. She kissed gingerly down his neck until she found the spot where the neck dipped into the shoulder blade. She felt a shudder run through Elliott's body. Spurred by his reaction, she ran her tongue in circles around the hollow.
Before she was done exploring his neck, she felt her back being lowered against his mattress.
Elliott's body went with hers, moving as one unit.
Once she was laying, his body covering hers, held up by one forearm, he pulled her hair to one side, biting her neck and making her whimper. She felt him take the flesh between his lips and suck hard.
Her legs twitched and went around his back.
Elliott sucked in his breath. He had to slow down. Her overwhelming passion was driving him to the edge of his control faster than he was comfortable with. There was something so refreshing about her openness, her complete lack of reservations. He wondered fleetingly if it stemmed from inexperience and made his lips gentle against her throat. If he didn't pace himself- it would be over before the both of them got to really lose themselves in each other.
