Wait, what the fuck did I just say?
Danielle’s eyes widen, and she shakes her head as she backs away. “No. You’re lying.”
“I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name and the whole office knows that you’re mine. Then I want to take you out for dinner and get you drunk so we can spend the whole night having drunk sex.”
Danielle looks like she’s struggling.
Good.
“That’s not fair.”
“Danielle, just enjoy it. We’re already married, and youknowme.”
“I came here to talk about Skies.” Danielle straightens up, and I can’t help but drag her against me.
She doesn’t even struggle, and when her lips are within an inch of mine, I grip her chin, searching her eyes.
Ihatehow she makes me feel.
“Give in, baby.”
To my surprise, Danielle makes the first move, slamming her lips against mine with a moan, her fingers tugging me close to her.
I ease her onto the desk before parting her legs.
“Save Skies,” Danielle breathes out, arching her back so I can attack her throat.
“Are you serious? I’mnottalking shop with you right now,” I growl, tugging at her pants.
“Deal or no deal, Mr. James.”
Danielle looks up at me defiantly, and I groan, knowing she’s got me, quite literally, by the balls.
Yanking her pants to the floor, I flip her over the desk, my two fingers ripping the thong from her body.
“Deal,” I mutter as she spreads her legs, her fingers stroking my balls from beneath her pussy.
“I’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
I thrust into her, taking her roughly as she gasps, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk.
My eyes roll back in my head as I relish the feeling of her gripping the head of my dick, and I sigh with content.
“You’re having a meeting with your husband. It’s more fucking important.”
I don’t care if the entire office watches me fuck my wife over my desk.
I couldn’t give a fuck.
I’d quite like them to see, so they’ll know she’s mine.
Because she is.
And she always has been.
Mine.
CHAPTER 20
