Chapter 18 #2
But, oh, how I had misjudged him. It was like he’d expected this.
Was waiting for this. Plus, he was a giant, which meant he had long arms and I was not out of his reach.
He hooked one around my waist and pulled me so I fell sideways on his lap, his damp dick against my bare thigh.
The lacy bra was yanked from my grasp and thrown to the floor.
“Careful,” I said. “You paid a lot for that.”
I made a half-hearted attempt to escape, but his lips were on my neck, hot and urgent and persuasive. The desire to leave flagged even more when he sucked on a sensitive spot below my ear.
“I did? The panties, too? Stand up so I can evaluate my purchase.”
I complied, thinking I could escape, but his firm hands grabbed my hips. His hooded gaze wandered over my curves, scorching me. It was an odd, exhilarating sensation that my skin was on fire yet covered with goosebumps.
Long fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties and tore them down my legs, and then he pressed me back against the desk so he could pull them past my shoes. It meant I was naked except for my red heels.
I asked it even when I knew the answer. “What are you doing?”
He tucked the panties into the interior pocket of his suit coat, giving me a wicked smile. “Taking what’s mine.”
When had I lost control? He coursed a hand between my legs, and every nerve in my body sizzled from his touch. God, it felt so good. I was going to melt and make a mess on his expensive desk.
“Shawn,” I gasped.
But he turned me around so I had my back to him and pulled me down on his lap, his shockingly hard dick pressing against me.
“Put your hands on the armrests,” he said.
I obeyed, because how could I not? The plan had been to leave him unsatisfied, but I’d known the risks. If honest, a part of me had hoped this was where my teasing would lead.
He had one hand on my thighs, urging them apart.
“Only so it’s fair,” he whispered and eased inside me.
Oh, my God. He was huge. It was so much at this angle, and I tried to raise myself off him, but it was futile. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to be patient so I could grow accustomed to his size. How to move to make it pleasurable and then how to move so I’d crave more.
Faster, and deeper.
I was letting him fuck me again. In his office chair, no less, his throne of power. I was naked except for the red heels. Damn him. I’d never wear them again.
Except, maybe, for him.
The chair squeaked quietly, and I could barely hear it over the blood roaring in my head. My heart raced at breakneck speed. I was shuddering and trembling and eager to keep the tempo he demanded with his hands on my waist.
“Is this what you came here for?” he asked, pushing himself somehow deeper inside. I let out a choked sob of pleasure. Tension built in my core, winding tighter with his every move.
“Do you want me to stop?”
No, I didn’t. I shook my head. The heat spreading through my body had scorched away my ability to speak, and the connection to him was overwhelming.
His German words filled my ears. His e-mail dinged on the computer.
Then his mobile chimed a half-second later.
He did not care. His strong, long-fingered hands roamed over my body, the skin of his palms caressing me, asking me to arch back into him.
So he could turn my head to his and fill my mouth with his tongue.
The slide of his skin inside mine, combined with his touch, was my undoing, and my legs shook uncontrollably. A moan burst from my lips, louder than I’d expected.
“Fuck, Kara. You have no idea how much I want to hear you moan and scream,” he swallowed a breath, “but maybe . . . not right now. We don’t want them to know you’re fucking your new boss.”
I was out of breath, out of my mind. Filled with desire and lingering anger. “I’m not taking the job.”
“I need you here, in my city.”
His city? Like he owned the whole goddamn city? His office phone rang, but he ignored it.
He drove into me, relentless and merciless, and each thrust pushed me closer to the edge. It made thought utterly impossible. His fingers were everywhere—my breasts, in my mouth, between my legs. I trembled and reveled in his touch.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped. He kissed me intensely, not understanding my warning. If he wasn’t touching me, maybe I could have had a hope of staying quiet.
Then he plunged into me again.
“I’ll be loud.”
His hand caressed up my throat and slid across my mouth. His breath was loud in my ear, fluttering my hair. He was close, too; I could sense it. Listening to the effect I had on him only turned me on more.
Then he feathered a kiss into the side of my neck, and it sent me falling over the cliff into a sea of black, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into me.
My orgasm set off his, sending another surge of ecstasy through my body as he jerked, leaving us both struggling for air. His hand fell away from my mouth. What was that odd stab of pain by my shoulder? I turned to look at him.
“Are you all right?” He kissed the indentation on my skin there. He’d sunk his teeth into my back, just below my shoulder, probably to quiet his own orgasm.
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. I rose off him slowly, my legs burning from the exertion, the rest of me tingling and numb as I sat on his lap. His mouth claimed mine, and he kissed me with so much passion it made my heart stop.
Naked in his arms with the soft fabric of his suit against my skin, I didn’t want to leave. Not ever. It was like he’d cast a spell and had a gravity I couldn’t escape.
I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing over the stubble forming on his cheekbones while he held me, pressing me into his embrace. Tenderness from him? It was too much. My emotions were spiraling terribly out of hand, and I’d have to put a stop to them.
But maybe not right now, because there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
Which, of course, meant his phone rang.
“Kara.” His voice was heavy with remorse. “They’re waiting on me.”
I climbed out of his lap. My trembling legs brought me to my clothes, and I tried to pull them on, finding my fingers clumsy.
It took him no time to dress. He helped me then, zipping up my skirt as I put my bra on.
He didn’t offer me the panties back and I didn’t bother to ask.
He was sure to take great pleasure in knowing where they were.
And exactly where they were not.
A sharp knock came from his office door as I’d put my top back on, and his angry gaze went to the sound. It was obvious no one knocked on Corporate Shawn’s door. His whisper to me was urgent. “That’s not locked.”
I had my back turned, scrambling to pull an arm into the sleeve of my suit jacket when the door swung open and a pair of heels clicked across the floor. The angry voice confirmed it—a woman. The German words stopped abruptly, as if she’d just noticed me.
It left me with no choice but to finish putting my jacket on. It had to be obvious what we had been doing in his secluded office. Maybe there was a logical reason I’d have taken it off, but I knew if I were this woman, and knowing Shawn, sex had to be the natural place my mind would have gone.
The tall woman was slender, probably in her early sixties. She had beautifully dark hair and warm, brown eyes. My mouth went completely dry.
I had no underwear on and was about to meet his mother.
She examined me closely in a single look. Then her German was fast and furious, but I didn’t need to speak the language to understand. His mother had asked if I was Laurel’s sister. And when he nodded, she asked if I spoke German.
“No,” I said, somehow finding the strength to not act as naked as I felt. “I’m sorry, I don’t. I’m Kara Hayward.”
She looked at me, then her son, then back again. “Gisela Osterh?gen. Forgive me, but why are you here? Is everything all right with L?”
“Yes.”
“She was here for a job interview,” Shawn said quickly. “I asked her to say hello when it was over.”
Gisela did not buy the story he attempted to sell to her. She went back to her native language, and the only word I understood was Hayward. Shawn listened, respectfully and unflinching.
There was no point standing in his office being awkward when he needed to get going.
“It was nice meeting you, Frau,” I eked out.
My path to the door took a lifetime, and I probably ran the last few steps. I darted past the assistant’s desk and through the main glass doors as fast as I’d arrived, finally breathing again when I was alone in the elevator car.