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“As do I?”
“No one is going to talk behind your back about how you got a huge fucking promotion because you’re fucking your way to the top floor.”
“You’re fucking adorable when you’re pissed off,” he manages to corner me and proceeds to promptly cage me in by pressing his hands against the wall on opposing sides of my head.
“We’ve kissed. Twice.” I huff in exasperation. “You could have at least asked me first.”
“Is that the problem?” He leans closer smugly. “I didn’t ask you if you wanted to go steady?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I place my hands on his chest to shove him away from me, but his broad body doesn’t budge.
“Pretty sure you like it,” he leans in until his body is sandwiching me against the wall. “You fucking love assholes that make you lose control. Don’t you?”
Dipping his head, his lips press against my neck just below my ear. Roughly trailing kisses down my tight throat, his fingers work to undo the top button of my blouse. He pulls the collar to the side as his lips reach the base of my neck. He nips with his teeth just hard enough to elicit a slight whimper as he pins my hands above my head. His lips vibrate above my collarbone as he gravelly whispers, “Try and tell me you don’t want to know what it feels like to be mine.”
thirty four
ANDRES
Her breasts flutter against my chest with each breath she takes. Not a sound comes from her. Taking her silence as my answer, I suck the skin beneath my lips into my mouth. Sucking hard, her nails rake down my chest as she whimpers painfully into my mouth. I don’t relent. Keeping her pained flesh in my mouth, I continue to suck until I am confident that I have left my mark on her.
She breathlessly pants when I slowly release the skin and place soft, wet kisses over the tender mark. Working my way back up her neck, I leave a trail of soft kisses and gentle bites. My tongue licks along the ridge of her ear before I whisper to her, “Mine.”
Her body becomes rigid at the word, and I feel her breathing accelerate. The faint scent of her arousal floods my senses.
I fucking love the effect I have on her…as both sides of me.
“Such a strong-willed and beautiful woman,” I suck her earlobe into my mouth before continuing, “and you soak your fucking panties at the idea of a man taking complete control over you.”
“Joke’s on you,” her cheek grazes against my scruff as she whispers into my ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
Fuck…
A growl grows from my lungs, both with excitement from her words and frustration from the fact that a pair of pants stand between me and my dripping cunt. My cock tents the front of my dress pants, and the effect she has on me is not lost on her. Her eyes dip low between us when I grind it over her pants.
“Since when do you wear pants?” I question. Excluding one night in jeans with that loser Kyle, I can’t remember the last time she wasn’t wearing a dress or skirt.
“Since I don’t trust myself around you. I was trying to prevent you from kissing me, and it leading into me getting bent over your desk and railed.”
My hand dips into the front of her pants, and I know she is waiting for me to press lower to her cunt. Gripping the waistband, I pull her from the wall and spin her around, leaving her facing the wall with my cock grinding against her ass. I cannot control the low, devilish laugh that comes a chuckle from me, “And what makes you think pants would stop that from happening?”
“Before you have any chance of fucking me, you’re going to have to earn it. Prove you’re serious, and I’ll think about letting you find out firsthand how much I enjoy giving up control.”
My cock spasms in my pants and I feel the wetness of precum on my tip.
This fucking woman.
“Dinner. After work,” I adjust my cock as I step back from her.
When she turns from the wall, she has a smug smile plastered across her face, as though she orchestrated the entire outburst to get exactly what she wanted from me. And like a fool, I played right into it.
“Give me the folder and a pen,” she eyes the paperwork that started this on my desk. “If you promise to take me to dinner, without the guarantee of me removing these pants, I will sign this form and return it to Jamie.”
“You have a deal, Miss Noble,” I extend my hand obnoxiously to shake on our arrangement, and she rolls her eyes at me.
While you aren’t planning to removing your pants, that pretty little mouth is still readily available.
Right along with that tight little throat of yours.
