Chapter 35 Reese #2
“Hands on the desk.” Emmett comes up behind me, running a palm over my spine before pressing down on my neck. “Face too. I’m not taking it slow with you.”
I do as he says, folding in half and squeezing my thighs together at his commanding tone.
“Oh, no, no, no.” He nudges my feet apart with his own. “Don’t be shy now, baby. You started this.”
Standing on the balls of my feet, thanks to my heels, I press my cheek to the desk and look over my shoulder.
Emmett is towering over me, big body covering mine from the wall of glass behind us, even though it’s a one-way window. With his baseball hat still on, he flips the brim to the back and fuck me with that little move.
His fingertips skim the back of my thighs, teasing the hem of my pencil skirt. “You want me to prove you’re mine, Reese?”
“Please.”
“You want me to make you forget about anyone else?”
Exactly. I’ll never get over the way he knows me.
“Yes.” I squirm, pushing my ass back into him.
He tugs my skirt up, yanking it over my wide hips and leaving it to circle my waist.
The cold air is sharp against my ass and so is the slap he delivers to one cheek. “Love this view. Love the way this bounces on me.”
“Em.”
“Shh. You’re going to stay quiet for me. Remember where we are.”
How could I ever forget? My face is currently pressed to the desk I sit at to sign his paychecks.
His fingers run over the seam of my panties and I’m so needy, so desperate already that I moan, trying to muffle the sound against the desktop.
“What did I just say, Reese?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Keep yourself quiet or I’ll have to do it for you.” He sticks two fingers in my mouth to show me what he’ll do if he has to.
Can’t say I’d mind that one bit.
Then he takes those wet fingers and strokes them over my pussy again. I focus on not making a sound all while pushing my hips to chase his touch.
“You’re soaking wet, Reese. You like fighting with me, don’t you?”
I nod against the desk, eyes locked on him over my shoulder. “I like that I can.”
Understanding washes over him, his face going soft. “Yeah, baby. You can fight with me about anything you want to, okay?”
He presses up against me, hands roaming over my hips and ass. But then his softness disappears again. He keeps his eyes on me while using one hand to undo his belt and drop his zipper.
My focus falls from his face to between his legs as I watch him pull his dick out, wrapping a fist around it in one long stroke. He keeps his pants up. He still has his shirt on. And everything about this image is filthy.
It only gets more depraved when he uses two fingers to pull my panties to the side, and in my next breath, he fills me completely with his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry as quietly as I can.
He sighs with relief. “God, I missed you.”
He gives us both only a second before he begins to move, his thighs slapping against the back of mine. It’s dirty and fast, both of us are still clothed. It’s also exactly what I need.
My mind goes blank, only focused on the way he feels inside me.
He feels like mine.
“You need me to fuck the anger out of you, baby?”
I nod desperately, chasing his thrusts.
“Are you going to be done with the attitude after this?”
“Are you?”
His chuckle is dark. “I don’t like seeing him with you.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I hate that he got you first. I hate that he messed with your head, but I also love that he fucked it all up. Because you’re mine now, huh?”
I whimper into the desk, clawing at anything I can get my fingers around. Reaching back, I find his thigh, cupping my fingertips around the back of it to keep him close.
“Oh, fuck me,” he breathes out. Then he covers my hand with his own, offering this sweet moment while he takes me in an obscene way.
He cups his other palm over my shoulder, using me as leverage as he pounds into me from behind.
“The way you fit around me, Reese. You take it like you’re mine.”
“Yes, Em.”
“The way you cry my name sounds like you’re mine too.”
Oh God. I’m going to come.
“The way you clench around me feels like you’re mine.” He snaps his hips. “You feel incredible. You always feel so fucking good, Reese.”
It’s practically a growl the way the confession rips from his chest.
His hand slides between me and the desk, fingertips circling my clit.
“Oh my God, right there. Please. Please keep going.” I practically beg the words.
His other arm slips under my body, his palm circling my throat as he folds over me. Emmett lays adoring kisses along the back of my neck, a stark difference to the way he’s defiling me so perfectly.
“Do you want to be mine, Reese?”
I whimper. “I already am.”
His beard scrapes over my jaw as his mouth finds my ear. “You know what else you are? You’re a fucking boss, Reese. You don’t let other people come in here and make you question that. All of this is yours. I’m yours too. So remember who the fuck you are.”
“What’s that?” I ask through strangled breaths. “Yours?”
He exhales a laugh. “That too.”
“Emmett.”
“I know. You’re going to prove it by coming on my cock, aren’t you?”
I can’t speak, too overwhelmed by him moving inside me, the way his frame is folded over mine and pinning me down. So, I simply nod to tell him yes.
“You should see yourself, Reese. Ass up, blonde hair sprawled on your desk. Being fucked by your field manager. Naughty little thing.”
I moan, rocking against him.
Slipping a hand around the back of his neck, I hold him to me. “How long can I be yours?”
He melts into me with a sigh, his hips continuing their punishing rhythm. “For however long you want to be.”
“And how long are you going to be mine?”
“Always,” he admits easily. “Even if there comes a time you don’t want me to be. There’s no getting over you for me, Reese. You’ve ruined me.”
I want to tell him he’s done the same, but my words are stolen when he pushes into me one more time. My entire body tightens with a force that takes not only my words but also my breath.
Emmett follows, holding himself deep inside as we both come together yet fall apart right there in my office. Shared breaths, warm skin, equally spent.
I slump onto the wooden desktop, letting him relax on top of me as we slow our breathing. A bit of sweat clings to his temples, but it looks so sinfully good in combination with that backward hat.
“Well, fuck me,” he says playfully, dropping his head to mine.
I laugh with him. “You’re insane.”
“That would be your doing.” He presses a kiss to my bare neck.
I practically purr in response, so fully satisfied, trying to remember what the hell I was so upset about in the first place. I can’t recall anyone other than this man laying on top of me, running his hands over my arms, down my sides, and over my ass.
His whole you know I respect you thing was never really a question, but just to be sure I remember, he trails his warm lips down my neck and over my spine leaving soft, worshipping kisses in their wake. He takes his time touching every inch of me as I stay bent over my desk.
Emmett pulls out of me, holding my panties to the side. Over my shoulder, I watch as he stares at what I know is his release dripping out of me. I can tell by the satisfied glint in his eye and the way his focus is locked between my spread legs.
Instead of cleaning me up, he simply puts my panties back in place. “You better clench for the rest of the night, Reese. You’re keeping that in to act as a reminder of who you belong to in case you run into him again.”
I can’t contain my shocked laughter. “You are out of your mind, you know that?”
“Yes, I’m aware.” He bends to playfully bite my ass cheek before pulling my skirt back down to cover it.
Turning to face him, I lean back on my desk. My legs are a bit too wobbly to walk just yet.
Emmett tucks himself back in before he takes his time straightening me out. Fixing my hair. Adjusting my top. Cleaning up my makeup from under my eyes with the pads of his thumbs.
“How do I look?” I ask.
“Like you just got bent over your desk.”
“Great.”
He smiles, so proud of himself.
I wrap my arms around his neck. He slips his hand into my hair, pulling my lips to his. So much softer with each other than we were a few minutes earlier.
“We should get out there,” I eventually say.
He nods, helping me to my feet. Emmett opens the door for us, allowing me to exit first. As I pass him, he leans down to my ear and whispers, “Thanks for a great meeting, boss.”