Chapter 3 #2
I brace both hands on either side of her swivel chair, crowding her in, forcing her to look at me. "Say it."
"I-I can't stop thinking about Friday night."
"What about Friday night?"
"All of it. The way you looked at me. The way you touched me. The way you made me feel like I was going to die if you stopped."
She's been just as wrecked as I have, and somehow, knowing that makes an odd sense of pride swell within me. I did that to her. I made it difficult for her to forget me.
I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the same gesture I've been watching her make, and she gasps, her eyes turning glassy.
"I haven't been able to focus on anything but you," I say. "Do you know how inconvenient that is for someone who runs a company?"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not."
She blinks up at me, surprise flickering across her face. "You're not?"
"The only thing I'm sorry about is that it took me three days to get you alone."
Before she can respond, I cup her face in my hands and pull her up for a kiss.
I melt into the kiss the second our mouths crash together, her fingers twisting hard into the front of my shirt.
Three days of raw, gnawing tension snaps loose between us, and the taste of her floods my tongue—that warm, singular sweetness that’s been haunting me.
I can't get enough. My pulse hammers in my ears, drowning out everything but the soft, needy sounds she's already making against my lips.
"This is insane," she gasps, the words hot and shaky against my mouth.
"Completely."
"We're in your office."
"Levi's office, technically."
"That's worse."
"Much worse."
Yet stopping isn't even a consideration.
My hands slide down to grip her hips, and I walk her backward until the edge of the desk bites into her ass.
Papers crinkle under her weight. A pen holder clatters over, pens and clips skittering across the hardwood with sharp little clicks that feel loud as gunshots in the silent office.
"Matthew." My name leaves her in a broken whimper, and it rips through whatever thread of restraint I had left. My cock throbs painfully, already aching to be buried inside her again.
I hoist her fully onto the desk, stepping between her spread knees as her legs lock tight around my waist. The movement shoves her pencil skirt up around her hips, and my palms find the silky, fever-hot skin of her thighs.
Vivian gasps sharply, the sound punching straight into my gut.
"Is this what you've been thinking about?" I drag my mouth down the warm column of her throat. Her pulse flutters wildly under my tongue.
"Among other things."
"Tell me, Vivian. That's an order."
"I've been thinking about your hands." She catches my wrist and drags it higher, pressing my fingers against the soaked crotch of her panties. The scorching heat of her seeps through the thin lace, making me groan. "And your mouth."
I crush my lips to hers again, harder, filthier.
"Vivian." I pull back just far enough to meet her eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening, dark hair tumbling loose from its pins thanks to my fingers, and my chest seizes at the way she looks at me. "Are you sure about this?"
"Are you seriously asking me that now?"
"I'm asking because once we do this, there's no pretending it didn't happen. This stops being a one-time thing."
Her gaze softens. "Then let's not stop."
With a growl, I drag her right to the desk's edge, thighs spread wide around me, and plunge my tongue in and out of her hot mouth while my fingers work to open the delicate buttons of her blouse.
She tugs my belt loose, movements rushed and endearingly clumsy.
"You're overdressed," she whispers against the stubble of my jaw, voice husky.
"So are you."
We tear at the rest of our clothes with zero finesse. Fabric whispers and snaps—her blouse hitting the floor, my tie yanked loose, her bra unhooked and tossed somewhere near Levi's leather couch.
I finally get her completely bare, skin flushed under my hands. "Fucking gorgeous."
She’s breathtaking—cheeks pink, nipples tight and dark, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she sits completely naked on my brother’s polished desk.
The sheer wrongness of it should twist my stomach.
Instead it only makes me harder, sharper, more desperate to claim every inch of her right here where anyone could theoretically walk in.
"Stop looking and touch me."
"Demanding."
"You like demanding."
God, I do. I love that she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to demand it. My mouth closes over one breast, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch and cry out.
My hand slides between her thighs again, two thick fingers gliding through her soaked folds before pushing inside her tight heat. Ah, fuck. She's drenched, clenching around me instantly.
"More, Matthew. I need more." Her hips rock against my hand. I give her a third finger and curl them. Her head falls back, and her broken, breathy moans are the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
"Tell me how this feels."
"Perfect. God, Matthew, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I could do this for hours—watching her unravel, feeling her pulse and flutter around my fingers—but she reaches down and wraps her small hand around my throbbing cock. The sudden tight grip punches the air from my lungs, and my hips jerk involuntarily into her fist.
"Vivian…"
"I need you inside me. Now."
Abso-fucking-lutely. I circle the tip of my cock around her entrance and push in. The searing grip of her is almost too much. I have to freeze halfway buried, jaw clenched, breathing through the raw pleasure threatening to end this before it starts.
We find a brutal rhythm fast—nothing like the slow, exploratory night at the bar.
This is pure, pent-up hunger, my hips rutting into her.
The heavy desk creaks ominously beneath us.
Papers flutter to the floor with every punishing thrust. Her legs clamp tighter around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
I take her with hard, merciless thrusts, and Vivian throws her head back, crying out my name so loudly I half expect security to burst through the door. I don't care. Let them come. Nothing could stop me from driving into her again and again.
"Touch yourself, love."
Vivian doesn't even hesitate. Her fingers slip between our bodies, circling her clit while I pound into her.
The sight of it—her flushed face, parted lips, the way her walls start squeezing around my cock—nearly finishes me on the spot.
I grit my teeth, holding on because I need to feel her shatter first.
It doesn't take long. Her whole body locks up before it shakes. Her pussy gushes wet heat around my cock, and the sensation rips my own climax out of me with brutal force. I grab her face and slam my mouth to hers as I spill deep inside her, hips stuttering, every muscle drawn tight.
For the first time in three days, the constant, clawing tension in my chest eases—just a little. Just enough to let me think.
"I might need to replace Levi's desk."