Chapter 11 #2
That’s the problem, though. Adrianna does want me just as much. She’s just afraid to show it. Her mind says she should hate me, but her body is remembering the pleasure I can bring her.
“I don’t think you want me to,” I say, making her breath hitch.
“You’re wrong.” Her voice is breathless.
“No, sweetheart, the only one who’s wrong here is you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You can lie to yourself all you want, but you won’t lie to me. If you do, I’ll turn you around and pin you to my desk before I lift your skirt slowly. Then I’ll have to punish you by spanking your ass until it’s red and your pussy is dripping all over me.”
Her eyes dilate as she pants. “You wouldn’t.”
“Yes, I would, and you would love it.”
Her hand flexes against my chest. “I didn’t lie.”
“You said the sex wasn’t even good when we both know it was fucking phenomenal. You blacked out. You can’t fake that.”
She shakes her head. “You’re disgusting.”
My hand drifts down her hip, and I slowly raise her skirt, inch by inch. “Do you need me to fuck the attitude out of you, sweetheart? Remind you why I’m the boss?”
Her breath hitches. “I don’t even like you.”
I hum as I finger the delicate lace that lies across her hip. “You might not, but your pussy sure does. You’re fucking soaking right now.”
“Who says that’s because of you?” she asks as she widens her legs just a little bit.
My hand moves from her hip to her mound, and I dip down between the seam of her legs and cup her. I have to bite back a moan when I feel how wet and hot she is.
“Greedy girl, we both know it is. You don’t have to like me to enjoy what my cock does to you.”
“Shut up,” she hisses, arching against me.
Yeah, she wants me too. Her hands quickly go from pushing me away to pulling me closer. She wants what I can give her.
Fuck if I’m going to deny her.
I move, working my leg between hers. She whimpers when my thigh brushes across her pussy just right.
That’s right, sweetheart, I have you right where I want you.
“Elijah, we’re at work.” She halfheartedly tries to push me back once more, but her fingers stay buried into my shirt collar.
If I thought she was serious about this not happening, I would listen and back off, but I can tell she needs this just as much as I do.
Especially with the way she is grinding against me.
Her protests are so that she can say that she fought, but the truth is she is as addicted to me as I am to her.
It’s a vicious cycle between us. One I hope never ends, and at the same time, I can’t wait to have it end.
I’ve never felt this out of control in my life.
“That just means you’ll have to be quiet. You’ll have to bury those quiet little gasps you let out when you’re close,” I murmur against her neck as I grind her pussy against me.
She whimpers, arching into me.
“That’s right. Use me, make yourself come.”
“God, can’t you shut up?” She pushes my shoulder before pulling me back in.
I hide my smile and nip at her collarbone. “I thought you liked my mouth?”
“It’s one of your worst qualities,” she mutters, hips stuttering against me.
“That’s not what you said last night when it was buried in this pretty pussy,” I remind her.
She doesn’t respond, instead moaning into my shoulder.
While she moves up and down my thigh, I reach down and rub her clit through her panties.
She quietly gasps as I lay kisses along her neck.
Her body tenses when she comes, her mouth falling open to let out the evidence of her pleasure.
Quickly I cover her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue inside her mouth to muffle the sound of her pleasure.
It’s a fucking beautiful sight, and it takes everything in me not to come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur as I move her panties to the side.
I touch her pussy, making her knees weak as I cover my fingers in her essence. Once they are dripping, I pull them away and fix her panties before bringing my fingers up to my mouth. Her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head as I lick my fingers clean.
“Fucking delicious.”
“You’re a goddamn pig.” She pushes me back again, and only this time I move, giving her space.
I watch as she adjusts her clothes. She winces when she feels how sopping wet she is underneath her skirt.
“That can’t happen again,” she says without looking at me.
I hum. “Are you sure about that? I was thinking we should make it a daily thing. Maybe make work a bit more pleasant.”
She glares at me as she marches to the door. “I mean it. Never again.” Her eyes drop down to my cock before shooting back up to me. “You should probably take care of that before your meeting.”
The door slams behind her, and I can’t help but smile as my cock throbs.
I move around my desk and sit down in my chair.
With one hand, I move the trash can so it’s in front of me as I free my cock and take it in my hand.
I work myself from root to tip once, twice, three times before coming all over the clear bag, harder than I ever have when pleasuring myself.
Goddamn.
One thing is for sure: she might say that this will never happen again, but we both know she’s wrong.
I just have to figure out if it is simply a stress relief with her or if it means more.
I need to figure it out before it becomes the scandal I’ve been trying so hard to avoid.