Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
MAGNOLIA
O h my God. His mouth. He might grunt, shout, and yell a lot, but when he kissed, his mouth and tongue were talented. Erotic. Addictive. He kissed me like I was his oxygen and he needed me to breathe. Deep and carnal. Exploring, licking, sucking, nipping. He held my head between his large hands, tilting me one way, then another. Kissing me until I was dizzy. Drunk with desire. Filled with a need only he could meet. Then he slid his hands down my sides, clutching at my ass, a low, pleased rumble in his chest. He pulled me tight to his chest, and I felt the muscles under the polo he wore. Firm, sculpted, hard. He trailed his hands along my thighs, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist, bringing our lower bodies flush.
That muscle was hard. Thick. Pushing into my core, making me want to feel more of it. Of him. He ground against me, and I whimpered at the exquisite sensation. I wanted more. I tugged at his neck, gripped his shoulders, slid my fingers through his hair, feeling the way he reacted to my touch.
As if he was starved for it.
Recalling his mother and the way he held himself away from people, I wondered if perhaps he was.
I held him tighter, and he melted into me, his heat surrounding us. His kisses became deeper, slower, intense. I tugged on his shirt hem, and he eased back, his chest pumping rapidly.
“You want it off, Magnolia?”
Hearing him say my name in that low, raspy tone made me brave. “Yes.”
He grasped the back of it, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. I let myself stare at him. The muscles, the power. His pecs and toned arms. The veins running down his forearms. The light dusting of golden hair on his chest. He was a beautiful specimen of a man.
He fingered my tank. “Do I get the same?” he asked.
I felt the flutter of nerves, and he frowned, stroking my cheek. He leaned down, bracing his arms on the sofa, once again caging me in. “Would it help get rid of those voices in your head if I told you I think you’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen? That the mere thought of you makes me hard? Do you want to know I wake up with my hand wrapped around my cock and your name on my lips?” He pressed his mouth to my ear, tracing the shell lightly. “That I shout your name as I come, wishing I were buried inside your tight, sexy little body?”
I whimpered.
“I love how you look.”
“I’m not skinny.”
He smoothed his thumb up my inner thigh. “Nope.”
“I’m short and, ah, curvy.”
His thumb went higher, making my breath catch. “Yep.”
“I’m not really pinup material.”
“I don’t want to pin you. I want to fuck you. Taste you. Hear you cry out my name. Then I want to watch you come.” He pressed against my center, making me moan. “And then we’ll start again.”
“Oh God.”
“No,” he growled, grabbing the bottom of my tank. “Alex. God has nothing to do with what I’m about to do to you.”
And he yanked my top over my head.
I waited for his reaction. The cooling of his ardor. It didn’t happen. The blue of his eyes was fire. Bright, burning, alive. He took my hand, placing it over the bulge in his pants. “Does this feel like anything but desire?”
I shook my head, unable to speak. He was hard as granite. I stroked him, wanting to see him. Really feel him. Our eyes locked as I pulled down his zipper, the sound of the metal teeth coming apart loud in the room. I slipped my hand in, my eyes widening.
“Commando?”
“It’s the weekend, Myers. I wear what I want,” he said with a wink, throwing my own words back at me.
He undid the button, pushing at the waistband, and his pants fell to the floor. He was thick, hard, and swollen. The tip glistened. A long vein wound around his cock, and I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers not meeting. He made a low, guttural sound as I explored, letting his head fall back and his eyes shut as I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.
His hand flew to the back of my head. “Magnolia,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, Maggie .”
I worked him, using my tongue, lips, and fingers. Stroked him. Sucked and licked. Teased the engorged head, flicking my tongue over the slit and making him groan. I gripped his tight ass, running my hands over the taut swells, sliding my nails over the skin. He grunted in pleasure.
I played with his balls, cupping them, taking one side into my mouth, then the other, driving him crazy. He cursed and moaned. Praised and begged. He gripped my hair, lifting my head. His eyes were wild, burning and intense. “You have to stop.”
I sucked harder, and he came, our gazes never faltering. His body was rigid, his breath coming out in short bursts, and he whispered my name as I swallowed around him.
Then his head dropped, and he was silent.
I let him slide from my lips, running my hand up and down his thighs.
He opened his eyes, narrowing his gaze as he stared down at me. The intensity was still there, the fire stoked lower but ready to explode any second.
“Took the edge off?” I asked innocently.
He bent, gripping my elbows, and pulled me up. He dragged me into his arms, kissing me again. His hands were everywhere. Cupping my breasts, stroking, pinching, and teasing my nipples. Yanking at the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down until I was bare in front of him. Then he lifted me, carrying me to his desk. He made a detour past his door, and it slammed shut, the lock clicking into place. He deposited me on his desk, pushing off the files, his empty coffee cup and warmer, and anything else in the way. I blinked, looking at the mess. Bane liked it neat. Apparently, Alex didn’t care.
He pulled up his chair, sitting down and staring at me. I wanted to cover myself, but I knew he wouldn’t let me. His eyes roved over me, and I felt them like a lover’s touch caressing my body. He lifted one foot, kissing the ankle and up my calf to my knee, then did the same with the other. He placed them on the arms of his chair, opening me to him. He stood, bending and kissing me until I was a mass of pleading need and desire under him. Then with a wicked grin, he drew away, easing me onto my back. Exhilaration, nerves, and want kicked up as he stood between my legs, staring down, tracing his fingers over me lightly. Teasing. Touching.
“Alex,” I whispered. “Please.”
His gaze flew to mine. “Keep saying my name, Maggie darling. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget yours.”
Then he dropped to his chair and pulled me to his mouth.
BANE
Every filthy dream I’d had about Myers was lying on my desk in front of me. Her creamy skin was on display, the occasional crop of freckles decorating the smooth flesh. I planned on licking every one of them. Tracing her tattoo with my tongue. Discovering every sweet spot on her body. What made her gasp. Groan. Whimper.
I trailed my fingers over her splayed legs. She was almost panting in her desire, and my cock was throbbing at the sight of her sensual beauty—laid out like a feast for my eyes and mouth. She was wet—erotically so—glistening and inviting under the lights. Pink and tempting. I touched her with one finger, gently stroking it up her folds, hearing her sharply indrawn breath. I turned my head, pressing a kiss to her thigh, slowly drawing the skin into my mouth and sucking. Her hands fisted on the wooden desk as I turned and did the same to the other thigh. “Everything between these marks is mine, Magnolia. Do you understand me?”
She made a strangled sound, and I frowned. She was still tense and trapped somewhere in her mind. I wanted her with me, the way she had been when she was on her knees giving me the best fucking blow job I’d ever had. I had never felt this level of passion and need for a woman. For her to want me as much as I wanted her.
“Maggie darling,” I murmured, the endearment slipping from my mouth so easily. “Do you not want this?”
“I’m scared,” she admitted.
“Has no one…” I let the words trail off, rubbing soothing circles on her legs.
“Not often. And the last time, ah, it didn’t end, um… well .” I felt her swallow. “He said I was frigid.”
“You didn’t come?”
“No. Frankly, he was like a dog with his face in a water bowl. Slurping and shaking his head. He, ah, never, ah…found the right spot.”
I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it. She was fucking adorable when she was shy.
“He didn’t know what he was doing,” I murmured, drifting my finger up and down her wetness, barely touching her, smiling as she shifted closer to feel my touch better. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you ,” she replied.
I lifted my head. “Hey.” I waited until she met my eyes. “Not possible. But tell me you want this. You want me.”
“More than anything.” She sighed. “And I’m on birth control.”
“I have condoms. We’re covered.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Say it.”
“Please, Alex?” she asked.
“Tell me what you want. Say it out loud for me.”
“Your mouth on me.”
I reached for her hands. “Hold tight, darling. I’m about to blow your mind.”
She was everything I wanted. Wet, hot, sweet, and musky on my tongue. Soft. Her clit was a small nub I suckled, feeling it harden and swell under my touch. I licked her top to bottom, over and over. Feasted on her. Felt her relax and lose herself with me the way I wanted. The tension drained from her body, changing to an entirely different type of posture. Her hands left the desk, burying into my hair. I palmed her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples. I nipped at the sensitive nub, listening to her gasp of pleasure as I sank one, then two fingers inside her. I skimmed her tight ass with my pinkie, stimulating the little knot. I pulled her closer, draping her legs over my shoulders, lifting her off the desk and taking her with utter abandon. She gasped my name, moaned in pleasure, her sounds an aphrodisiac. She whimpered and begged. Tugged at my hair, her cries getting louder. I added a third finger, sending her over the edge, and she came hard, filling my mouth with her honey, spasming around me, her body a live wire that sparked and shook.
I nuzzled her as she came down, reaching over and grabbing a condom from my drawer, grateful I had thought to put one there last week. My cock was already hard again, desperate to be buried inside her heat. I stood, wiping my mouth and looking at her. I pulled her to the edge of the desk, not giving her a chance to recover, and, with a snap of my hips, buried myself inside her.
Her dark eyes went wide as I started to move. I lifted her, once again draping her legs over my shoulders and gripping her hips. I lost all control as I pounded into her, almost bending her in half as I took her. She lifted her arms, holding on to the edge of the desk, meeting my thrusts, our bodies taking control. She clutched at me like a vise, her muscles fluttering around me. She was breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp, her hair torn from her ponytail and spread across my desk.
She was every fantasy I’d had my entire life come alive. With a shout, I scooped her into my arms and sat down in my chair, her surrounding me. She gasped at how deeply I sank into her. I groaned at the feeling. “Ride me,” I commanded.
She held on to the back of my chair and began to move.
“Fuck yes, Magnolia. Like that. Harder.”
She leaned back, gripping the desk, and moved. Up. Down. Faster and faster. Quick, hard movements that were sending me over the edge and racing toward completion. The chair creaked, the leather protesting. My desk was getting scratched as the chair slammed into the edges. I didn’t care if we destroyed the entire office.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shaking. I pulled her to my chest, covering her mouth with mine as she orgasmed, her scream smothered by my lips. My orgasm was intense, burning through me. I clutched her tight, letting the sensation light me on fire. Every muscle, nerve, and sinew exploded, and I was certain I would be reduced to a pile of ash on the floor.
But what a way to go.
Slowly, we stopped, slumping in exhaustion. I held her close, our breathing ragged, skin damp, and bodies sated. I pressed kisses to her hair, forehead, anywhere I could reach. She had her face tucked into my neck, and I slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her face to mine and kissing her.
“Magnolia.”
She opened her eyes. “Is that my name? I had forgotten.”
I laughed, hugging her close. “My work here is done.”
She smiled, looking mischievous. “Oh, I hope not.”
I bent, capturing her mouth and kissing her. “No, not by a long shot.”
“We’re, ah, a bit messy.”
“We’ll clean up. Then I’ll drive you home.”
“No driver today?” she teased.
“No. On the weekend, I chauffeur myself around unless I have an event to attend. So maybe you’ll invite me in.”
“Maybe.”
I nuzzled her neck. “You smell like me.”
She sniffed. “Like sex.”
“Like us.”
I lifted her to the desk. “Wait here.”
I disposed of the condom and returned to her with a warm cloth. She blushed as I cleaned her, and I kissed the end of her nose. “After all that, now you blush,” I teased. I tossed the cloth into the hamper and returned to my desk, pulling her back to my lap. She curled against me as if it was the most natural place for her to be.
And I wondered if, perhaps, it was. I gripped her tighter.
The chair creaked loudly, and I chuckled. “I think it’s protesting being ill-used.”
She giggled. “It’s not the only one.”
“I plan on ill-using you again. Soon.”
She looked up. “Um, here?” She shifted, and there was another loud creak. “This chair?—”
“Wasn’t meant for acrobatics like that. In fact, I’m surprised?—”
I spoke too soon. Too late, I heard the crack, grabbing at the desk as the chair broke, spilling us both to the floor. I managed to cushion us, but I winced as we hit the floor, a mass of arms and legs entwined together. We looked at each other with shocked eyes, surveying the damage around us. Gingerly, I helped her off me, making sure she was okay, then I rose to my feet. She touched the desk. “Oh my God.”
I looked behind her. “Wow.”
She followed my gaze. “Holy shit.”
Papers were strewn everywhere. My coffee warmer was broken, the surface cracked. Pencils and pens were scattered. Gouges were dug from the drawers where the chair had smashed into the wood repeatedly. The chair was in pieces. The model was intact, but draped over the hotel were her lacy panties I had thrown, not caring where they landed. My laptop teetered on the edge of the desk, mercifully unharmed.
I blinked at the destruction. Then I looked at her, shaking my head. “Only with you, Myers.” But there was no bark to my voice. It was impossible to be annoyed with her.
I had to laugh. I had no idea how I was going to explain this away to maintenance. To anyone. Magnolia stared at me, then at the desk, and she began to giggle. Then she laughed, covering her mouth to hide the snorts.
I pulled her into my arms. “We’ll get cleaned up, then figure this out.” I tipped up her chin. “Tell me you don’t regret it.”
“Not a bit. Especially the orgasms.”
I kissed her smiling mouth. “More where those came from.” I swatted her bare ass. “Now, shower.”