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"Liar." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "And you’re the first woman I’ve taken on this desk."
My heart seems to open in my chest. A thrill of joy bursts through my veins. He straightens, grips my hips.
"The only woman I plan to fuck again and again on this surface."
"Wait, what? This is not happening agai—"
I gasp as he pistons his hips forward and impales me. Oh god, that familiar thickness, the way my pussy expands around his girth; it hurts and yet, it’s also so very erotic.
He leans over and wraps my fingers about the edge of his desk. "Hold on."
He pistons his hips and sinks into me with such force that the entire table jolts. I slide forward and his hold on my hips tightens. He pulls back, then thrusts into me and his balls slap against my inner thighs. He reaches under and rubs on my clit, and the climax sweeps out from my core. He releases his hold on my hips only to slap his hand down next to my face. He’s rolled up his shirtsleeves and the veins on his forearms flex. That, along with the smattering of dark hair on his arms, sends me over the edge. The next time he crams himself into me, my entire body jolts. He bends over, his wide chest covering me as he presses me into the table. Then he places his cheek next to mine and growls, "Come for me, Fire. Come right now."
A cry spills from my lips and I orgasm instantly. He fucks me through the aftershocks, then with a groan, empties himself inside me.
He stays that way with his weight pinning me down, with the heat of his body holding me captive, the cum running down my leg— a combination of both of us—and my head floating somewhere above my body. He pulls out, and I wince at the loss of his heat. I hear him walk away, and know I must move, but my legs seem to have lost the ability. Then I hear his footsteps, and something cool brushes between my legs. He pulls down my skirt, then pulls me up and turns me around in his arms. "Are you okay?"
38
Hunter
She raises those heavy eyelids, and her sated eyes hold my gaze. "This can’t work."
"I thought that worked very well, actually."
"We can’t work together. Not when every time we meet, you want to fuck me, and I can’t stop you from fucking me."
She pulls away from me and begins to pace. I ball up the paper towel with which I wiped her and am about to toss it, then bring it up to my nose and sniff.
She turns just in time to catch me do so and her gaze widens. "You’re an animal."
"Only when it comes to you."
"See?" She stabs a finger in my direction. "This is what I mean. We can’t even have a normal conversation without it turning into this sexual gameplay."
"One which I enjoy."
"One which your team is going to notice," she retorts.
"Not if we’re careful."
She plants her palms on her hips. "You really think they won’t notice the chemistry between us?"
"No," I admit. "But that chemistry is precisely why it makes sense for you to be my PR manager. You know what I am, how I think. No one knows me better than you. And you can use that to your advantage."
"You’re not going to budge on this one, are you?"
I shake my head.
She glances away, then back at me. "I can’t do this, Hunter. I’m sorry. I’m putting myself and you at risk. I can’t allow our relationship to become media fodder. It would remove every last bit of leverage I have with the news people."
She smooths her skirt down over her hips, pats her hair into place, then reaches for her bag. She turns and heads toward the door when I call out, "Where do you think you’re going?"
"We can’t work together, Hunter. Even though I owe this to Lord Alan, I’m sorry, but I can’t deliver on it this time. Please give him my apologies."
I reach for my phone and swipe up the screen, then tap a button. The sound of her moans, and the unmistakable impact of flesh on flesh fills the room.
She pauses, then pivots to face me. "What’s that?"
