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It’s after eleven by the time Wes appears in the doorway to my office. The rest of the floor is like a ghost town; even the cleaners are done for the night.
“Sorry, I’d planned to be here sooner than this but I had a walk-in just as I was closing up,” he says with a little shrug.
I can’t blame him for not turning away a client. In fact, I actually kind of respect him for it. Work ethic is not something I’ve ever really associated with Wes in the past, but I suppose he must take things at least somewhat seriously if he’s able to run a successful business.
“I’m surprised you were able to get past security at this hour,” I muse.
He offers a sheepish smile. “Actually, I snuck out this afternoon without returning my pass.”
I roll my eyes. Of course, he did. Never mind the fact that we only recently had a massive security breach in this firm.
“So…” I begin, after a long beat of us just staring at each other.
“You’re already half unwrapped,” he says with a pout, his eyes falling on my rolled-up shirtsleeves and the jacket hanging on the back of my chair.
I smirk at him. “Sorry to disappoint. And before you ask, no I’m not going to put my jacket back on just so you can take it off two seconds later.”
“I wasn’t going to,” he says with an eye roll. He closes the door and flicks the light off, the only illumination in the room now coming from the glaring neon logo of the building next to ours. Then he prowls toward me, like a jungle cat stalking prey.
Anticipation courses through me and I stand from my chair, pushing it far out of the way.
“You didn’t think to clear space on your desk?” Wes murmurs as he reaches me.
“I was working,” I grouse. “You could have texted you were on your way.”
He peers around to me to glance at my laptop screen, his brows shooting up when he sees what’s on it. “Funny.Thatlooks like an episode ofBridgerton.Let me guess—they need some consulting on how to be a twat?”
“That’s absolutely right. I thought I’d send them your way.”
He lets out a rumbling chuckle and slams his lips against mine. I respond immediately, drawing him closer, my fingers quickly finding their way under his t-shirt to run over the hard planes of his chest.
He takes a moment to set my laptop aside before urging me up onto the desk, crowding me backward until I’m lying flat on the desk’s surface.
Everything happens in a blur, his deft hands making short work of my tie, my shirt, my trousers, my shoes…and before I know it, I’m lying there completely naked with Wes gazing down at me like I’m a delicious meal he can’t wait to eat. He leans forward again, his lips slamming back against mine; I cling tight to him, letting out a soft moan as slick fingers push inside me. Yes, there’s no point denying it; I love anal play. And Wes, in particular, is incredibly talented in this particular area. So, let’s just say it’s a good thing we decided to hold off until the building was empty because not even his lips can silence my groans of pleasure.
“Jesus, listen to you,” he taunts, dragging his teeth along my jaw. “You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you? I haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”
“Now,” I say desperately. “Get in menow.”
“I don’t know. You seem toreallylike this.” He gives a little twist of his fingers, rubbing over my prostate and prompting a harsh groan to leave my lips. “What’s the betting I could make you come with just my fingers?”
I shake my head savagely. “No. Cock.”
“No cock?” he teases, deliberately misconstruing my words. “Okay. Fingers it is.”
I let out an aggravated growl.“Just fucking fuck me you fucking bastard.”
“Impressive vocabulary,” he says with a soft chuckle before finally removes his hand.
I glare up at him, but my frustration turns to relief as hefinallypushes inside me, filling me perfectly like always.
He hauls my legs over his shoulders, bending me practically in half as he drives in deep, hitting me over and over exactly where I need. It’s incredible, and exhilarating, and perfect, and so,sofrustrating—because why thehelldoes it have to beWes Holtwho makes me come apart like this? Why couldn’t he have been horrible at sex? Then all those fantasies I’d been having would have just evaporated and I could get on with my life.
Life just isn’t that fair…
I feel my climax rushing up and cling even tighter to Wes, throwing my head back with a groan as I come hard all over my stomach. Untangling my legs, Wes pulls out of me, and I watch in fascination as he strokes himself to completion, painting me from chin to chest with his cream.
“You’re a mess,” he says through heavy breaths, his eyes full of heat as he stares down at me.
