Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Ali

It’s been a week since Vegas and all I've thought about is Harry fucking Walker. I can't concentrate, sleep has been non-existent, and it will be at least a month till I see him again at the wedding.

“And you'll order those samples, Alice. We need them by Monday.”

I look up from the notepad I was doodling on. “Uh, yeah sure, I’ll do that this afternoon.” I smile, realizing I’ve just zoned out in the middle of a work meeting.

Fucking Harry.

“Okay, great work everyone. I think this spread will be the magazine’s best one. We’ll get together again Monday,” My boss Diana says dismissing us. We all walk out of the meeting room and head down to where our offices are.

“Hey, where did your head go in that meeting?” Brooke asks. Brooke is fun, short brunette hair, legs for days. She works in the same department as me and she’s my go-to girl for a wild night along with her friend Cassidy.

“Erm, I dunno, just stressing about this spread. Diana will go nuts if it’s not a success.”

“You need some fun.”

“Brooke, I just got back from Vegas.”

“Look, me and my friend Cassidy were gonna hit The Boardroom tonight. They have a celebrity DJ. You heard of it?”

“Yeah, my friends own it.”

“What? How did we not know this? Girl get us on that VIP list,” she cries, excitement dancing in her green eyes.

“Okay, sure." Gabby is out of town tonight. Ria’s visiting Jack's parents, so I won’t be seeing her for a catch up. I'd be alone, so why not. “Sure, I'll come.”

She claps, jumping up and down. “Yesss, meet us at 9 pm at Rosa’s Bar for cocktails and then we will hit The Boardroom.”

I nod as I walk into my shared office and slump into my cream office chair. I spin to look out at the view of New York. I love my job as a stylist assistant, but my dream is to be a head stylist. To get there I have to work my way up, so if I have to listen to Diana bark orders at me for a few years, I’ll suck it up.

I text Brad, as he will be the only one working this weekend.

Ali

Hey, any chance you can get me and 2 friends on the VIP list for tonight? Pretty please ??

I place my phone down on the desk and open up my laptop, ready to process the fabric order, but it vibrates.

Brad

Of course. Drinks are on us. See you tonight x

I fire a text back.

Ali

You're the best, see you tonight x

I send a text to Brooke and Cassidy to let them know we are on the list.

Maybe I do need to let off some steam, a month is a long time till I see Harry again, I'm sure I can find someone that will scratch my itch.

The Boardroom is buzzing. Brad did what he said and got us on the list and reserved us the best booth in the club. Brooke and Cassidy are already halfway to drunk-ville and I have reached that peak where the alcohol gives you that hazy feeling. Where just for a brief moment, you have no worries, everything is good and life feels perfect, the noise in your head quietens and you can just breathe, even if it’s fleeting.

We make our way to the dance floor, hot bodies pressed together, the smell of sweat and liquor swirling around us, I lift my arms in the air enjoying how free I feel. Cassidy copies my movements, flicking her blonde hair around and Brooke seems to have locked lips with a guy who appeared next to us.

“Wanna come to the bathroom with me and sprinkle some fairy dust,” Cassidy slurs. Cassidy is Brooke’s friend from college, I don’t know her all that well, but we have been out a few times together and she’s good fun, wild, a lot like me. I shake my head, knowing exactly what she means. Have I dabbled in that in the past, sure, not my proudest moment but when the noise in my head got so loud it was the only thing that quietened it. Ria and Gabby would kill me if they found out. I hate lying to them but sometimes our demons are far greater than us and we need to do what needs to be done to make them disappear, even if it’s only temporarily.

Cassidy disappears and Brooke is clung to her new friend, so I make my way to the bar. Ordering a shot of vodka, I throw it back and go in search of Cassidy. I walk out of the main room, searching for the bathroom when hands slide around my waist, pulling me into a firm body. I go to scream when I'm spun and pushed against the wall and familiar blue eyes meet mine.

I still, taking a second to look at him. Blinking in surprise.

“Miss me, Ali Cat?”

He’s here.

Still in my drunk haze, I raise an eyebrow. “From the bulge in your pants that's pressing against my thigh right now, I’d say you missed me, H.”

He places his hands on either side of my face, bringing his mouth inches from mine.

“You fucking bet I did,” he murmurs, and then his lips are on mine, stealing the air from my lungs. I kiss him back with more want than I should.

He breaks the kiss, taking my hand. “My office, now,” he rasps. I all but skip behind him, desire coursing through me. I want him, no, I need him.

Within minutes, he pulls me into his office, which is a spacious room with white walls, dark furniture, and a large black cabinet along the back wall that’s lit up, showcasing the crystal bottles inside full of what I assume is alcohol. We’re barely inside the room when he steps in front of me, grips my hips, and drops to his knees. I gasp, my cheeks going warm at the sight as he trails his hands up my thighs, disappearing under my dress and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs and I step out of them. His eyes lock with mine, sparkling with mischief.

“What you doing down there H?” I ask playfully . God, I hope he’s going to use that mouth on me.

Lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder, his hot tongue licks a path up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my center, swiping his tongue through my folds and it sends a vibration through my body.

“Oh god.” I whimper, my eyes closing and my balance faltering. He must realize that too because his grip on my hips tightens as he holds me in place against the door of his office.

A deep groan rumbles in his throat as he glides his hands down to cup my ass cheeks and buries his head in between my legs and inhales my scent.

“So, fucking sweet, you’re dripping already Ali Cat and I’ve barely touched you.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol, his words, or the wild thumping of my heart that’s making me feel lightheaded but I welcome the feeling.

“Please," I breathe out.

“You know I love it when you beg.”

My back arches away from the wall, a gasp escaping me when I feel his mouth on me. There’s nothing hurried about his movements, he’s savoring every second, giving languid strokes of his tongue over my clit and through my swollen lips.

Watching him on his knees, devouring me, sends a rush of heat to my lower belly. Another whimper of pleasure creeps up my throat and just as I release it, his mouth leaves my pussy, and he rises to his feet.

I go to protest but the glint in his eye and his lips glistening with my arousal has rendered me speechless. His hands are on my hips, pulling me away from the wall and turning me.

“My desk, on your back,” he commands, his tone low and full of heat.

I walk backwards towards his desk, watching as he takes off his suit jacket tossing it on the couch as he prowls towards me.

And fuck it, I do as he says. Perching my ass on the large dark wooden desk, which is honestly bigger than a dining table for a family of four, I lay back, my hair pooling around me as I lift my dress higher.

A low chuckle leaves him. “So eager, Ali Cat.” He stands in front of me, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. He reaches over me and presses his mouth to that sensitive spot between my neck and collarbone and sucks. My body heats and my hands fist his dark hair as I hiss at his touch.

He sucks so hard I'm sure he will leave a mark, but I welcome the sting, loving the feel of his hot mouth on my tingling skin.

Opening a drawer, he pulls out a condom and tears it open. I watch with hungry eyes as he slides it onto his hard cock, giving himself two slow pumps and I whimper, not ashamed of how badly I want him right now.

“Legs up, baby.” I balance my heels on the edge of the desk. His large hands grip my hips and tug me forward. I am so exposed, but I don't care. He slides into me and we both moan in pleasure.

“Wrap those legs around me,” he pants, and I do, pulling him in closer, my back arching off the desk as he hits that sweet spot that only he seems to be able to locate.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look laid on your back for me right now?” His words are breathless as he drills into me.

“Just fuck me, please,” I beg, not caring how desperate my tone is. I'm so close that I can feel that toe curling pleasure building. “Yess, yes just like that.”

“Fuck, you are tight,” he says on a shaky breath.

“Touch me.” I plead breathlessly needing more.

Slowing his movements he cups my face and pushes his thumb inside my mouth.

“Suck,” he demands, and I do, swirling my tongue over the pad of his thumb, coating it in my saliva. He removes it and to my delight, brings it to my clit and rubs in small, tight circles.

“Oh… god,” I mumble on a strangled moan, my back arching off his desk.

“You like that, Ali Cat?” he asks with a cocky laugh.

“Yes,” I cry out, edging on desperate as he picks up his pace. He lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder and it changes the angle and holy shit. My eyes roll as I grip the edge of the desk for support. It’s too much, and yet not enough. Tonight, we have traded places and he’s taking the lead and for the first time I’m not fighting him for control, because with him, I feel safe.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He exhales and his words are my undoing. My body tenses, legs trembling and I shatter beneath him, white-hot pleasure rippling through me.

He leans down, capturing my moan with his mouth and kisses me like a man starved as he chases his own release and tightens the grip he has on my hip. Then I feel the telling jerk as he spills inside of me.

I sag against the desk as he rises, pushing a hand through his hair, a bead of sweat running down his tanned face.

“Guess you did miss me, huh?” He grins wide as he pulls out of me, sliding off the used condom and tossing it in the trash. I get up, searching for my discarded panties.

“When did you get back from London?” I ask finding my panties and pulling them up my legs.

“Never went,” he says, buckling his belt.

“What?” My head whips around to look at him.

“Decided to stay till at least the wedding was over.”

I still, not sure how I feel. “And you didn't think to tell me?” I scold.

Why am I mad?

“Oooh, you catching feelings already, Ali baby? I didn’t realize I had to update you on my location.”

His response irritates me. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just meant that it would have been good to have a heads up and not be blindsided by you.”

“You didn't seem too bothered about being blindsided a few minutes ago when you were laid out on my desk with my dick buried inside you.”

I huff, avoiding his eye contact, because the shithead has a point.

“Anyway, Brooke and Cassidy will wonder where I am. I’ll see you when I see you, I guess.” I push past him and make my way to the door, but he moves quickly, standing between me and the exit.

“You really just going to leave like that.”

“Like what? We fuck, we leave, that’s how this works, right?”

We look into each other's eyes for a beat longer than we should, because when he looks at me like that it makes it hard to say no to him. My heart’s hammering so loudly I’m sure he can hear it.

“Let me take you home later.” It’s not a question, more of a statement.

“I’m a big girl, Harry.” A weird feeling settles in my stomach—he cares, and I think I like that he does. No guy has ever wanted to make sure I got home safe, except friends, and we are, well I’m not sure.

“I know, just… at least let me know you got home safe.”

I roll my eyes, patting his chest. “Bye, H. Thanks for the fuck.” I kiss his cheek and he steps aside, opening the door. I head back towards the main club room, ignoring the little voice in my head telling me to turn around and let him take me home.