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“I mean it. One inch, and I will leave and not look back. Promise me.”
“I—I promise.” As much as she’d determined to avoid him, now she wanted to feel him inside of her. Forcing her arms to remain positioned ab
ove her head, she lifted her head slightly to watch Demetri unbutton his pants. His cock pressed against the new opening, trying to seek entrance to her body. It seemed to want to be inside of her just as much as she wanted him there.
Instead of thrusting into her like she wanted, Demetri untangled her legs from his hips and spread them farther apart. He lowered his head, and Stacy’s eyes closed as her body wept with joy at the anticipation of his touch.
She whimpered slightly with disappointment when she felt his tongue on her thigh. A finger easily entered her, and was joined by a second. The digits pumped into her a few times before he bit her thigh.
Her head flew off the table and she looked down at him trying to figure out what exactly he was doing to her.
“You told me I could bite you.” He continued biting and stroking, kissing and fucking her with his fingers until her pussy clenched around him.
“Demetri,” she half-screamed, half begged.
He growled and withdrew his fingers. The second they were out of her, he had his cock pressing against her. With one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of her, his balls bouncing slightly against her ass.
It was torture trying to keep her arms above her head when all she wanted to do was grab two handfuls of his thick hair and pull him down to her. She wanted to feel his mouth on her body; on her throat, her shoulder, her breasts. On her mouth. She wanted to yank his shirt off and dig her nails into his flesh as she moaned in delight.
But she’d promised to keep her arms above her. And she didn’t really want to find out if he would walk away in the middle of sex. Demetri’s fingers dug into her hips, and she knew she’d have fresh bruises. But she didn’t care. Unlike the previous night—had it only been one night ago?—he was neither gentle nor slow.
Stacy could feel her orgasm approaching, and he still hadn’t even kissed her.
“Demetri,” she called out, trying to get his attention. He grunted, and she took it for agreement. Locking her legs around his waist, she lifted and did as she pleased. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she grabbed fistfuls of hair and forced him closer. The second his mouth was touching hers, her tongue pressed into his mouth. Their kiss pushed her over the edge, and her first orgasm of the night washed over her body.
Her aggressiveness only seemed to spurn him on. When she nipped his lower lip much as he’d done to her earlier, he growled. He’d done a lot of that since they entered the conference room, and she liked it. She enjoyed knowing she had gotten him so worked up he couldn’t even put together complete sentences.
He ended the kiss and pressed her back against the table, his mouth going back to her shoulder. He kissed the spot he’d bitten then worked his way up her neck. He started to suckle on her neck, but stopped. Stacy moaned when he continued slightly lower, just below her neck on her collar.
The harder Demetri sucked on her skin, the harder he thrust into her body. He quickly had her body clenching again, tremors ricocheting through her as every muscle turned to jelly from the force of her orgasm.
After a few strokes, he paused, biting down on her again. If the force of his bite was any indication, his orgasm had been equal in strength to hers. They laid there, mostly on top of the large conference table, for an indeterminate amount of time. By the time Stacy felt like she had enough strength to make her trembling muscles support her, reality hit, and she pushed him away.
They’d been fighting. They had been screaming and arguing. How could she have gone from rage to having sex so quickly? And how was she going to leave the building after he’d completely shredded her clothes?
“What did we just do?”
“Do you need a reminder so soon? That doesn’t do much for my ego. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind at all, but you’ll have to give me a few minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be. Though for you...”
“We were fighting.”
“No, you were venting,” Demetri corrected her.
Stacy looked around the room. “That is venting? What’s your definition of fighting, then?”
“I hope you never have to find out,” he told her, his voice tinted with sadness. He approached her and wrapped his arms around her, ignoring her protests. “You needed to get that out. You needed to feel something about your ex. You have to feel it or you’ll never really get over what happened.”
“So that was, what? Your good deed for the day?” She was confused and annoyed.
“No. It was me forcing a door open. And hopefully you won’t slam it shut again. Take the time to grieve, Stacy. You need that. If for no other reason than to make sure he has no more power over you.”
“I’ll think about it. Can I please just sign those papers now?”
“If you’re sure that’s what you want...”
“I am.” She watched Demetri retrieve the paperwork. At some point, it seemed to have been scattered slightly. Automatically picking up the first pen she saw, she looked over at Demetri when he chuckled.
“I know they say divorce can be rough, but I don’t think you need to sign these particular papers in blood.”
