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The thought landed uneasy like bile in his gut. She wasn't his. She was new. She was different. He had thoroughly enjoyed her. He had every intention of enjoying her in the future. Frequently. But she was most certainly not his.
She avoided him the rest of the day. He wasn't sure if it was because he had been short with her or because they had slept together. Chances were it was both. He caught her every now and then purposely focusing on paperwork or her cell phone to avoid seeing him. And while he was sure she would attribute it to being a good employee (which he couldn't argue with), he knew avoidance when he saw it.
But without her looking, he got to take good, long glances at her. He noticed the way her sweater hung loosely from her shoulders. Maybe he could incorporate some meals in between sex sessions.
Elliott watched some of the staff file out, realizing it must have already been past five o'clock. Hannah was standing at Tad's desk, looking over his shoulder at something on his computer.
He walked back into his office, opening the door to Hannah's office. He pulled something out of his pocket, left it on her desk, and went back into his own office with a smile.
Hannah had just said goodnight to a worried Tad who wanted to stay late with her to walk her to her car. She had somehow managed to talk him out of it and ushered him to the elevator. She walked into her office, shocked to not find another note on the floor. She threw a stack of papers onto her desk before she noticed something on the center of her desk.
Her panties.
Her mouth fell comically open as she snatched up the panties and shoved them into her purse as if someone was around who might see them. The letters were one thing, but how the hell had her psycho stalker found her panties? Hannah fell into her chair heavily. Maybe Tad was right. Maybe it was Dan. She obviously had access to EM's house.
Maybe Tad had been wrong about how done Dan and EM actually were. If she was still in the house sometimes, it obviously wasn't completely finished. And she knew that she had been there the night before. In bed. With her husband.
Hannah cradled her head in her hands, wondering how the hell she had let things spiral so far out of her control. Control was her thing. She was great at it. And somehow she had managed to get herself involved in an affair with a married man who just so happened to have a crazy stalker wife who was making her life a living hell.
"So I found those under a pile of my clothes this morning," EM's voice sounded smooth and sexy over the intercom.
That bastard! Hannah jumped out of her chair, furious. She had been sitting there, her heart in her throat worried about someone who was out to get her. And he had been the one to leave them there. It seemed so out of character for him. A serious man like him shouldn't be able to play games too. It was too confusing.
And how dare he put her panties on her desk at work? Anyone could have walked in and seen them there. What might they have thought? It was completely inappropriate. So unprofessional. She was going to have to give him a piece of her mind.
She grabbed the panties, pulling the door open roughly and storming in.
He was leaning against the front of his desk, his hands spread to each side, holding the edge. He was waiting for her.
"This is completely inappropriate," she said, her voice raised. She hated how she always sounded shaky when she got angry. It completely undermined her feelings. She was holding her panties in her hand so he could see. "You can't..."
Elliott pushed off of the desk, moving slowly closer, looking a bit like a panther does when it sees pray but is being lazy about acting. His eyebrow was raised and his lip quirked. He liked her angry. It was a different look for her.
"I can't what?" he said, coming up close to her, his body a whisper from hers. "Can't do this?" he asked, grabbing her braid and pulling it and making her face turn up toward him. "Or this?" he said, pushing her roughly against the wall, his body keeping her firmly against it. He looked down at her. She was looking right up at him, her eyes at turn sharp and throwing daggers and soft and hazy with desire. "Or this?" he said, bringing his knee up between her legs and pushing them open until he was touching the juncture of her thighs. A small moan escaped her parted lips and she slumped a bit against him. "Definitely not this," he said, grabbing both of her wrist and pinning them on the wall above her head with one hand. "Or this," he said, his hand pulling roughly at the waist of her slacks and sliding underneath and down until he felt the line of her panties. His fingers toyed with the fabric which was already wet with desire.
Hannah felt her knees give the second his fingers started to rub the fabric of her panties against her heat. Elliott's hand pushed her wrists even harder against the wall. And he never took his eyes off of hers as he stroked her hard. The roughness of her cotton panties against her clit drove her closer to the edge.
She looked up at him watching her. Reaching, she grabbed his tie, using it to pull his face closer to hers until she could lean up and capture his lips in hers. She felt a smile on his lips before she pushed her tongue inside his mouth to stroke his. A growl escaped him, low and quiet, but there. With the sound, she felt her body reach its breaking point and his fingers pushed against her clit and her body spasmed with a powerful orgasm.
Her teeth bit into his lower lip as she came, her body shaking. His fingers kept their rubbing, making the orgasm last longer.
When she finally sank against the wall, spent, he pulled his hands out of her pants and started pulling her sweater up over her head. He released her wrists to pull the material over her head and throwing it on the ground. He grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her so that her back faced him. He grabbed for the clasps of her bra and undid them quickly and pulled her arms free. His hands quickly reached around her to cup her breasts. She felt her belly flutter when he grabbed them roughly and squeezed. He felt the hard nubs of her nipples against his palms and groaned.
Elliott applied pressure to her chest to force her body up against his. He felt her round ass push against his hips. Hannah groaned feeling the outline of his hard cock against her ass. His lips came down onto her neck, kissing and nipping roughly. Hannah moaned loudly, rubbing her backside against his hardness.
Elliott groaned, releasing her breasts and grabbing for the button and zipper of her pants. He grabbed both the waist of her pants and her panties and shoved them downward. She stepped out automatically, standing completely naked while he was still fully dressed.
One of his hands went behind her while one dipped between her thighs, parting the folds and shoving a finger deep inside her pussy without warning. She moaned, her head falling back onto his chest. His finger jutted in and out of her with a punishing pace until she felt herself starting to tighten around him and she was panting.
Then he pulled his finger out of her and grabbed her arms, placing them against the wall. Hannah blindly followed his lead, too beside herself to think. Her ass was sticking out and she felt Elliott grab it and then slap it once, hard. And then his cock was rubbing against her wetness from behind and her hand slapped against the wall.
He reached for a condom and protected them before she could even think, she felt his cock shove deeply inside her with one thrust. She lost her balance and Elliott grabbed her waist with one hand and pushed her forward until her forearms were against the wall to balance her.
She felt his fingertips dig into her soft hips as he shifted a bit forward so she felt his cock hit the front of her depths and his balls press against her. Hannah groaned, feeling the pressure of desire build inside her with the stillness. Then she was rocking her ass against him, begging for what she wanted most.
Elliott groaned, grabbing her hips tighter, pulling out of her and then using them to pull her against him as he thrust so he could be as deep inside her as possible. He couldn't believe how tight and wet she was for him. He shoved into her with reckless abandon as her moans got louder and louder. His breath hissed out roughly, barely able to breathe at all he was so close. He could feel her tighten and he took one hands off her hips to grab her throat and pull her up against him. His hand was tight enough on her throat to hurt, to make it difficult to catch her breath. And then his cock shoved into her one punishing hard time and her climax completely consumed her. His hand grabbed her throat tighter and she couldn't scream. She lost her balance and fell against him.
His cock was shoved out of her at the change and Elliott grabbed her, turning her around and pushing her back against the wall.
