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She still hasn’t said a word. Part of me wonders if that’s the only reason it’s lasted. If I hear her voice, it’s possible I’ll walk away. Her eyes dip down and stare at my lips and then she wets her bottom one and looks up at me, starving.
There is an entire city around us, dancing and drinking and living it up on a Friday night, but I see and hear nothing but the beat of my own heart, the glistening of her lips, and the desperation in her eyes. I lower my mouth to hers so that we are only a breath apart and I pause, holding us in this tantalizing, torturous pattern.
Grace bites her bottom lip, and her eyes dart up and down again. I can already taste her, and we haven’t even touched. A whimper escapes her mouth, and she lifts her hand to my head and smirks before leaning in and biting my bottom lip, her teeth running against it softly before she pulls it to her and then sucks it into her mouth, drawing my eyes closed.
My tongue darts into her mouth and I groan as our kiss deepens. I start to push her through the dance floor, my mind solely focused on getting us somewhere private. She keeps her hand around my neck and allows me to guide her as I hold her ass and mouth to me. When we hit a door with a thud, her eyes fly open in shock, but before she has the ability to question me, I reach into my pocket, pull out the card I need, and swipe it in front of the pad, tumbling us into my new office which lights up as we enter. Grace pulls back and goes to speak, and my fingers silence her mouth before I press her back against the door, lift her arms above her head, and kill the lights. “Don’t say a word, unless you’re screaming my name.”
Her eyes flash, but she remains silent. She doesn’t nod, but she doesn’t shake her head either.
She looks so fucking edible in the short red silk dress with her wrists locked between one of my hands, I don’t even know where to start. I trace my fingers over her nipples and watch how they peak below the smooth fabric, as she hisses a breath. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes erratically, and in that moment, I can do nothing but worship her body. It’s like my knees bend when I’m near her and I find myself kneeling before her, begging to please her.
I drop her wrist from my hand and fall to the floor. Grace looks down at me and I nuzzle my head against her thighs. For a moment, I do nothing but sink my head against her soft skin and breathe her in.
She’s like the ocean current, pulling me farther from safety, her tug so gentle I barely realize I’m lost at sea.
When I lift her dress and find myself staring at her barely-there panties which are already damp, I struggle for breath.
I brush my lips against her, and when I finally let out a warm breath, she shivers beneath me. I open my mouth and run my tongue against her panties, and she cries out as my tongue follows the edges until I’m able to dart beneath them and taste her sweet skin.
“Oh, fuck, Cash,” she says, and I practically cry. Her voice soothes my soul and pierces it at the same time. I must be a sadist because I keep going, knowing she’ll be unable to stay quiet as I slip down her panties, lift one leg over my shoulder, and move my mouth against her, until I’m feasting on every inch of Grace.
Her tangy sweetness coats my tongue, and my dick strains against my jeans, dying for its chance. She bucks her hips forward, and her hand rakes through my hair as she controls my movements, chasing her pleasure almost as earnestly as I seek it myself. It’s not until she’s arching toward me and crying out that I stop the incessant swirling of my tongue, instead sucking every ounce of her pleasure that I can.
When her head falls back against the door and her legs feel like they may give out, I stand up and press soft kisses against her exposed neck and then lift her up and carry her toward the couch.
“Bend over,” I tell her, propping her up before lowering my pants, holding my erection in my hands. I tease the head of my cock between her legs, pressing into her warmth only barely, and she whimpers again. “Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted to get fucked tonight?”
“So did you,” she says defiantly, finally showing the anger I’ve been craving. I need her anger, her fire, to remind me why we’re doing this.
“You’re fucking right I did,” I growl, the palm of my hand landing on her ass as she lets out a shriek.
I wait for her to fight me.
“Fuck you,” she cries as she pushes her ass back farther, wanting me as much as I want her.
“That’s my plan—to fuck you until you can’t stand. Is that what you want?”
I rub my hand against her ass, smoothing where I’ve just left a red mark, and wait. When she turns back to look at me, her hair falls forward, concealing one of her eyes, and she shakes it away as she bites her lip. My dick swells as it presses harder against her, just barely entering, teasing and prodding at her entrance.
She’s finally single and I’m the first one to have her—again—ruining her for everyone else.
Even if she’s ruining me as well.
Her eyes remain on mine as I wait for a reply, and when she offers a single nod, I thrust into her, stupidly not looking away. Our eyes hold one another as I thrust in and out of her, the feel of her tight heat squeezing me almost as tight as the vise she holds around my heart. It’s the connection, the fire between us that makes the sex so much better. So much hotter. Anyone can fuck, but that’s not what we’re doing.
We aren’t making love, either. I hate the woman.
It’s something in between because there’s a passion and a fire between us that rages as I pound into her. It festers and grows until I’m squeezing her hips so tight, and she’s screaming and clenching around me until I can’t hold back anymore, and I come so hard I see nothing but blackness.
I throw my head back at a loss for what we’ve just done. I’ve been trying to avoid this woman for weeks, and the first time I see her, I sneak her into my office and fuck her until I can’t see straight. What the hell is wrong with me?
Grace tries to straighten her dress and she looks up at me, appearing just as confused as I feel. “There’s a bathroom over there if you want to get cleaned up,” I offer.
For a moment, hurt flashes in her eyes, but she recovers quickly and nods, leaving me standing with my dick hanging out.
I pull myself together and fall down onto the couch, my head in my hands. I don’t even know what the hell to say, but I can’t just leave her here.
I may hate her, but I’m not a complete dick.
