Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Enzo
I carried Chloe into my office, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body still trembling from the elevator ride.
The door slammed shut behind us, and I didn't bother locking it.
No one would dare interrupt. I set her down on the edge of my massive oak desk, papers scattering like they didn't matter.
Her skirt was hiked up, her blouse half-unbuttoned, and that look in her eyes—pure fire—had my cock throbbing harder than ever.
I smirked, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. Her skin was soft, warm, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.
With one swift motion, I yanked her blouse open, buttons popping off and flying across the room.
Her bra was simple, white lace, but it cupped her tits perfectly.
Full, round, begging to be touched. I reached behind her, unclasping it in seconds, letting it fall away.
Her breasts spilled out, heavy and inviting, nipples already pebbled and pink.
"Damn, Chloe," I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "You've got one hell of a body. These tits? Perfect handfuls."
She flushed, her cheeks turning red, but there was a spark in her eyes—defiance mixed with desire. "Shut up," she muttered, trying to push my hands away, but it was half-hearted. Her body arched toward me instead, like she couldn't help it.
I chuckled, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. They hardened under my touch, and I leaned down, flicking my tongue over one, then the other. She gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, but she pulled back slightly. "Enzo... we shouldn't... this is crazy."
I didn't stop. My mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. My other hand kneaded the soft flesh, rolling the peak between my fingers. She moaned, low and throaty, but then she shook her head. "Stop... I mean it. This isn't... right."
Pulling back, I looked up at her, one eyebrow raised.
My hand slid down her body, slipping under her skirt, fingers brushing against her soaked panties.
I pressed against her clit through the fabric, and she bucked.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" I said, my voice rough.
"You grabbed my belt in the elevator, practically begged for it. Don't play coy now."
She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut as I pushed her panties aside, my fingers dipping into her wetness. She was dripping, her folds slick and swollen. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, thumb circling her clit. "See? Your body's screaming for it."
Her hips rocked against my hand, but she whispered, "No... Enzo, please... we have to stop." It was weak, her voice breaking on a moan as I pumped my fingers deeper, faster.
I sped up, my mouth returning to her breasts, licking and sucking with more intensity.
I bit down lightly on one nipple, tugging it between my teeth, while my fingers thrust in and out, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp.
Her juices coated my hand, the wet sounds filling the office.
She was clenching around me, her body betraying every word of protest.
I could feel her building, her breath coming in short pants. Pulling my mouth away, I looked into her eyes, my fingers still working her relentlessly. "You really want me to stop?" I asked, a wicked grin on my face. I slowed just a fraction, teasing her, watching her squirm.
She hesitated, her chest heaving, eyes glazed with lust. "No... don't stop. Please, Enzo... keep going."
I laughed softly, diving back in. "Good girl. That's the right choice." My tongue lashed over her nipples again, alternating between them, sucking hard enough to leave marks. My fingers plunged deeper, faster, rubbing her clit in tight circles. She was soaking, her arousal dripping down my wrist.
Her moans grew louder, her body tensing. "Oh God... Enzo... I'm..." She came hard, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, waves of pleasure ripping through her. She cried out, back arching, tits bouncing as she rode it out. I didn't let up, milking every last shudder from her.
But I wasn't done. Not even close. As she came down, panting, I pulled my fingers out, tasting her on them before wiping them on her thigh. "Now the real fun starts."
I shoved her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties ripped off and tossed aside. My cock was straining against my pants, aching. I unzipped, freeing myself—thick, hard, veins pulsing. Her eyes widened, locking on it, a mix of hunger and nerves.
"Enzo..." she started, but I cut her off by positioning myself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds. She was still sensitive, twitching at the contact.
I thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was tight, hot, gripping me like a vice. "Fuck, you're perfect," I groaned, bottoming out. She whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders.
I started moving, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The desk creaked under us, papers flying off. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I grabbed them, squeezing as I pounded into her. "You feel that? This is what you get for teasing me."
She moaned, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper. "Harder... please." Her voice was desperate, all resistance gone.
I obliged, picking up the pace, hips snapping against hers.
The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, mixed with her cries.
I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, tongue invading as I fucked her relentlessly.
One hand slipped between us, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with my thrusts.
She was building again, faster this time. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, milking me. "Enzo... I'm close... so close."
"Come for me," I commanded, thrusting deeper, harder. I pinched her nipple, twisting just enough to push her over. She shattered, screaming my name, her body convulsing. Her orgasm squeezed me tight, waves crashing through her, juices flooding around my cock.
I kept going, riding her through it, feeling my own release building. Her second climax left her boneless, trembling, but I wasn't stopping. I flipped her over, bending her over the desk, ass up. She was spent, but her moans spurred me on.
Gripping her hips, I slammed back in from behind, the new angle hitting deeper. "One more," I growled, though she was already whimpering, oversensitive. My hand reached around, teasing her clit again as I fucked her hard, balls slapping against her.
She gasped, body jerking. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can," I said, voice rough. I spanked her ass lightly, watching it jiggle, then soothed it with a rub. My thrusts grew erratic, chasing my peak while pushing her toward another.
She collapsed forward, pussy clenching wildly, a fresh gush of wetness coating me. She went limp, utterly spent, body shaking as she panted into the desk.
I followed soon after, burying deep and spilling inside her, groaning low. Hot spurts filled her, and I held her there, both of us slick with sweat.
Finally, I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her.
Chloe snapped out of her brief daze and bolted up from my desk.
She staggered a bit when her bare feet hit the floor, then started scrambling around for her clothes. Her shirt was a crumpled mess, but she yanked it on anyway, not giving a damn.
I leaned against the desk edge, hands braced on the surface, shirt hanging open, nothing tidied up, just watching her.
I'd been with plenty of women in my life, and not one had ever acted like she was fleeing a disaster right after. Usually, they'd linger, trying to stretch the night, hinting at next time.
No one had ever panicked into their clothes and bolted, looking so damn regretful about sleeping with me. But Chloe Bennett was doing it with a spectacular kind of mess.
"What's the rush?" I asked.
Chloe didn't look up, wrestling with her third button. "I gotta get back to work."
Work? Was she serious?
"You took a shortcut." I tilted my head. "Since you're already here, why rush back to pretend you're grinding away? Stick around with me instead. Better return on investment for your career."
Chloe's hands froze, then she looked up, her eyes dropping to subzero.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
I raised an eyebrow. This woman's mouth was raw as hell.
"You think I slept with you for a promotion?
" She finally got the last button done, smoothed her skirt, and stood tall, staring at me.
She was nearly a head shorter, but her vibe erased the difference.
"Enzo Falcone, your ego's off the charts.
I did it 'cause I wanted to. Nothing to do with your title.
You're not the only decent-looking guy in New York. "
Chloe snatched my suit jacket I'd tossed on the chair and hurled it at my chest.
"Your clothes."
Then she stormed toward the door without a backward glance. Not even a side-eye.
A temp-like bottom-rung designer who'd just decked her boss, cussed out the group president in front of everyone, then offered herself in the elevator, and walked away like it was nothing.
Didn't sound like someone worth chasing, but damn, she intrigued me.
I took my time fixing my clothes until three knocks sounded at the door.
"Mr. Falcone." Katherine's voice came through, all professional as always. "The 6:30 board call is in forty minutes. Julian's press release needs your final sign-off."
"Come in."
Katherine entered, carrying a black coffee and a folder. Her gaze lingered half a second on my desk. Files that were neat were now scattered, pen holder tipped over, a photo frame face-down—Chloe had knocked it in her spasms.
The air still held a faint, damp, decadent sweetness.
But Katherine didn't twitch an eyebrow. Her face stayed blank as she set down the coffee and file, then backed out.