Page 12 of Spiral Lies

I brace her on the edge of her desk, one hand digging into the small of her back to keep her steady as I draw out and then drive in again, harder. Her whole body rocks with it, the desk creaking beneath us.

I never want to stop.

I never want to let her go.

"You feel that?" I growl, fighting not to lose it after two strokes. "How perfect you are for me?"

She can't even speak. All she can do is nod, her eyes locked on mine, full of awe, disbelief, and hunger.

I slow down, wanting to make it last, to memorize the way her lips part on every gasp, the way her thighs squeeze tighter with every thrust.

"Stone. Oh, oh my god—" She rocks toward me, greedy for anything I'll give.

I slam into her again, hard enough that something—her mug or a pen holder—crashes to the floor. She doesn't even care. She just digs her nails in deeper and arches into me.

She's not quiet. She's not shy, not here, not like this. She moans, her breath hitching every time I roll my hips and grind deep.

"More," she begs. "Don't stop, don't stop."

I don't.

She digs her nails into my arms, clawing. The pain is so sweet, so hers, that it sends me straight into the fucking sun.

I fuck her like a madman, pounding into her again and again.

She comes apart, writhing around me, her pussy milking my cock in tight, greedy pulses. The sight and feel of it—the way she shatters for me—yanks me straight over the edge with her.

I barely manage to groan her name, half-choked and snarling, as I spill inside her, my hips jerking helplessly.

We collapse together, fused and shaking, her hair wild where my hands are knotted in it.

I brace one arm on the desk to keep from crushing her, my forehead pressed to hers as we gasp for breath. Her cheeks are tear-streaked and flushed, her lashes clumped and beautiful. She looks ruined. She looks like she's never been more alive.

"Beautiful," I whisper. "You're so fucking beautiful, Seraphina."

"Stone," she whimpers in response, clinging like I'm the only thing in the world she wants.

Chapter Five

Seraphina

Stone barely has time to straighten my clothing and tuck himself away before Hector appears outside the door. I spring away from Stone like he burned me, trying to put distance between us. My heart pounds like a drum, a million different thoughts churning through my mind in a panic.

I think Stone sees them. "Breathe," he murmurs.

Except…I can't breathe. I just fucked my boss on my desk in the middle of the workday. Anyone could have walked in. Anyone could have heard us.

Oh, my god.

Hector pushes the door open, strolling inside the office.

"I'm going to use the restroom," I mutter to Stone, grabbing my purse before I dart away.

I feel both of them watching me, but I don't stop to say hi to Hector or even try to explain why I'm freaking the fuck out. I can't, not when I still feel Stone inside me, not when I still hear his words ringing in my ears. Not when I'm pretty sure he just reordered my entire universe.

I mean to go to the bathroom and get myself under control. Instead, I find myself in the parking lot, racing toward my car on legs that still feel like they aren't ready to hold me up.

Running is a cowardly thing to do. I know it is…but does that stop me? Hell no. I just fucked my boss five minutes before his boss walked in. You bet your ass I'm running.