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“Little girls have no business chasing after men, Willow. Especially men like me,” he stated, giving me a hard look before pushing off the wall and walking away. The only part of that statement I caught was little girl.
“I’m not a little kid, asshole!” I glared at his back. He froze, turned around, and started striding back towards me.
“Prove it.” Pierce reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the wall to follow behind him. We breezed past a receptionist desk to a solid mahogany door with a large silver handle. He keyed in a code that unlocked it and made his way inside, dragging me behind him.
His office was a large, masculine space. It smelled like his cologne. There was a large black desk with two leather chairs across from it, a small loveseat against the wall to my left, and a bar in the corner.
It was immaculate; there wasn’t a paper or pen out of place on the shiny desk. My eyes went to the large window that made up the entire back wall. He had a breathtaking view of Windemere City.
Pierce pushed the door shut and walked around me.
Moving to the window, he hit a button on the wall which caused a tint to overshadow it, almost completely blocking out the lights from the sky towers. I fidgeted nervously and rubbed my sweaty palms on my dress. What the hell was I doing? I had never done anything like this before. Not sneak off with a boy, of course I’d done that. But run off with a man like Pierce? Never.
A man with a face from heaven and a body that made me want to do things that guaranteed my golden ticket to Hell.
“Change your mind?” He looked at me with a victorious smirk on his face. I took a mental calming breath and gave him a little smile.
“Have you?” I challenged him back, outwardly showing him I wasn’t going to run away from this, but inwardly yelling at myself to do just that, and mildly freaking out.
The smirk disappeared from his face. I ended up with my ass planted on the edge of his desk before I could even blink.
“Do you want this?” His dark eyes searched my face. If he was looking for a sign of resistance, he wouldn’t find any.
“Yes,” I answered with no hesitation.
“Pull your dress down,” he commanded harshly as he removed his suit jacket and tossed it on the floor. His tie followed. He was waiting for me to chicken out; I could tell by his tone and the dark look on his face. He still thought I was going to bolt at any minute.
Determination, desire, and a little bit of rebellion had me deciding then and there that I could do this. No, I wanted to do this. It was just sex; maybe not romantic with rose petals laid out on a bed with a bottle of wine, but I didn’t want romantic.
Looking Pierce straight in the eye, I pulled the top of my dress down and went a step further by removing my strapless bra.
I refrained from covering myself, and kept my hands down at my sides, painfully gripping the edge of his desk. Pierce’s eyes trailed over my breasts and then back up to my face. The hunger reflected in them had moisture pooling between my thighs. Using his knee to nudge my legs apart, he positioned himself between them.
“You should have backed out when you had the chance,” he warned me quietly. I didn’t respond. I bit my lip and arched into him, silently letting him know that wasn’t going to happen. He roughly cupped my jaw and crushed his mouth to mine.
I could feel every bit of his firm body and his thick cock pressing into me. He took advantage of my parted lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
Forbidden fruit or not, he tasted delicious, and I was suddenly starving. My hands went to his soft hair, and I pulled him even closer to me. Goosebumps erupted across my skin in the wake of his fingers trailing up my thighs to underneath my dress.
I knew the exact moment he touched my scars, because he froze. Pierce broke the kiss, and his eyes peered into mine. All the questions I didn’t want to answer were written in them.
“No,” I breathed out and shook my head, silently pleading he let it go. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted him. My stomach was a basket of nerves; I was practically panting.
After a quick internal debate with himself, he moved his hands the rest of the way up my legs. I slightly lifted my ass from his desk to help him slide my thong off. Anxious anticipation began taking root in my chest.
“I don’t fuck slow, and I don’t do gentle, but I can assure you, you’ll be begging me not to stop and screaming my name long before I’m finished,” he murmured in a husky voice, before kneeling. I had a smart-ass remark on the tip of my tongue, but it was gone the second he buried his face between my legs.
