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“Stop acting like you know what I’m thinking!” Flynn suddenly shouts, slamming his hand down on the copier.
I stare up at him with terror. His face is contorted with frustration, red as a tomato.
“All you’ve done is run from me.”
“You don’t own me, Flynn! No one owns me.”
“And you don’t listen either!”
I scoff. “Why are you surprised, Flynn? This is who I’ve always been. It’s why we don’t like each other, remember?”
“Is that what you’re trying to tell me, Stella? That you don’t like me?” He leans over me.
The pull of fear inside me is suddenly overshadowed by want. I could cower away from him. Or I could remain steadfast. “It’s worse than that.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I grit my teeth. “Yeah. I hate you.” When it comes out, it splits my soul in two. It is so close to what I want to say to him. And yet so far.
“Good. Because I hate you too.”
Somehow when he says it, it feels like a drug. I want to hear him say it again and again and again until I… until we… “Well, thanks for coming by with that important update, Flynn,” I sneer.
In a split second, Flynn grabs my waist and kisses me. I’m powerless to resist him. Why would I when my body has been calling out for him? I know this is so wrong, but I literally can’t stop. I lock my arms around his neck and draw myself close to him, and our tongues lash into each other’s mouths.
Flynn pins me against the copier with his hips and draws away for only a moment to catch his breath. “Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
He kisses me again, distracting me while he grabs my thighs and hauls me up onto the top of the copier. “Tell me, Stella. Tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” I murmur as I slide my legs around his waist, pulling his groin against mine. We have now spent more time apart than we did as lovers, but the body doesn’t so easily forget something as incredible as what we had. I press my hand against his navel and slide it into the waistband of his pants. “Do it. Now.”
Beneath me, the hot copier keens as it produces useless pieces of paper. I can’t make sense of that right now. All that exists is Flynn and me.
I release him from the constraint of his pants, and he rips my panties down to my ankles. As soon as we are free, Flynn doesn’t waste a second more. He positions the head of his cock at my entrance, slides his hands around my ass cheeks, and then yanks me onto him. I hold back a yowl of pain and pleasure, the sudden stretch and arousal coming together all at once.
“Sh-sh-sh…” he says in my ear.
And he’s right. We are tucked away in the office, the door half-cracked. If a volunteer doesn’t come looking for me, an uncaged mutt might. While I love dogs, nothing ruins the moment more than when they stare at you doing the nasty.
I cling to Flynn with all my might, letting him set the speed and the strength. I push my lips against his neck and sink my teeth into his flesh with desperation. He moans deliciously.
This is what we are now doomed to. A hatefuck at my office. What’s next? A hatefuck at his? Out of the question. I might run into Colin, and that would be absolutely terrible, especially since I’ve been avoiding him for three weeks now.
Flynn hooks his arm around my neck, cradling my head in the crook of his elbow. “Look at me, Stella.”
My head falls back. I press my lips together in an effort not to moan. It’s hard when he feels so good inside me, and he’s a perfect, fuckable vision. His eyes are penetrative, and his lips have fallen open. “I…”
“I hate you,” I blurt. “Why do you feel so good?” I whimper. “I hate that you make me feel so good.” I fall back and brace myself on the lid of the copier. It continues groaning beneath me, vibrations hitting my ass. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I say through clenched teeth.
Flynn pushes his whole length inside only to retract it fully out of me. He does this several more times, each time making my eyes roll back further into my head until I feel every muscle in my body constrict, ready to release in a tremendous orgasm.
Just before I can, though, Flynn kisses me harshly, capturing my moan in his mouth. Just like our budding romance, this will be kept a secret.
It’s for the best, but my heart breaks that no one will ever know that, yes, for even just one week, he was mine.
Flynn comes too, stumbling forward and pressing his hands against the wall behind me. His hips jolt and he curses into my hair. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close to me. Desperate not to cry. We did this so many times in that short week together. We folded our bodies into one, and I dreamt of getting to do that for the rest of my life.
