Page 25 of Mr. Perfect

“Enjoying the view.” He grabs the thick bulge beneath the fabric of his trousers and squeezes. “I’ve barely touched you, but you look ready to me.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a condom. The crinkle of foil and the small rip as he opens up the package make me swallow with a little bit of fear and a whole lot of anticipation.

“You keep them on hand, do you?”

He places one hand on either side of my face and leans down, the weight of his body pressing against my back, the heat of his breath flowing over the sensitive skin on the back of my neck, his hard dick pressing right at my bare entrance. “I found them in Heath’s desk, Miss Hatcher. Now do you want this or not?”

“Yes,” I say, hoping I don’t regret it. “Yes.”

He stands back up and I want nothing more than for his body to cover me again. I want to feel him against me.

I am crazy. Why am I letting him do this?

A moment later his belt jingles and the zipper on his trousers makes a ripping sound. I wonder how big he is. I didn’t get a good look yesterday.

I feel the tip pressing against my opening and let out a soft moan.

“I hope you’re not a screamer,” he says, easing himself inside me a little bit. “Because Stephanie is only a few feet away on the other side of that door.”

His hands grip either side of my hips and he pulls my whole body towards him, making me slide on the sleek wooden desk. Oh, God. I might come right now.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. Don’t let him get you so quickly again.

But then he leans down over my body again, one hand pressing on the desk next to my face, one hand sneaking under my thigh as he begins to caress my clit in small, slow circles.

He thrusts into me, hard. Hard enough to make me gasp.

“You are a screamer, aren’t you, Miss Hatcher. I can tell. But if you do it now, I will gag you with my tie and that will take away the few minutes I have left to fuck you good and make you come. So don’t.”

Holy shit. I have never been so turned on in my life. And everything he says is so stupid and caveman. I can’t help it though, it’s hot as hell.

He starts fucking me hard, and even though I try to control it, I can’t. I can’t. I start moaning loudly as the wave of pleasure quickly turns into a building climax.

“Shh,” he says, whispering the words close in my ear. That just sets me off more. He pulls my head up off the desk by my hair and cups his other hand around my mouth, pumping himself into me so fast, so hard, I—

“Shit!” I yell into his palm.

“Fuck,” he says. And once I stop yelling, he takes his hand away, places both of them back on my hips, and grips me so tight as he fucks me from behind, I fully expect to have bruises.

When he comes, he collapses down on top of my back again, his chest heaving with effort. Mine is doing the same because his full weight is pressing me against the wooden desk.

“I’m going to need you to sign a release form for this, Miss Hatcher. You won’t mind, since you’re already familiar with them. Stop by my office after you’re done playing Life Coach to the Stars and we’ll get the legalities of a workplace sexual relationship out of the way.”

And then he stands up, puts himself back together, and walks out of my office by way of our connecting doors.

Chapter Eleven - Ellie

Well, call me cheap and stupid.

Ellie Hatcher, you brought this on yourself.

I huff out a breath and stand up, pulling my dress back down over my hips and searching through my purse to find my compact.

Great, just great. I look well-fucked.

Did he pull my hair? It’s all messed up.

My phone buzzes and I search around for that, groaning as I see the caller ID. I press accept and exclaim, “Adeline! You’re here!”

“And you’re not,” she says in her sweet sing-song voice. “Where are you? Ming says you got an office in the Atrium.”