36. Declan #2
“Not nearly as much as this.” I help her onto her feet before turning her toward my desk. “Bend over and put your hands on the desk.” I press my palm into the small of her back and push.
She must sense my self-control wavering because she does what I say without asking any questions.
Her palms flatten against the wood as she leans forward, making the hem of her dress lift to an enticing height.
Her sharp inhale fills the silence as I run the tips of my fingers up the back of her thighs.
I lift her dress, revealing the globes of her ass.
“Did you wear this for me?” My dick is rock-hard underneath my slacks as I play with the lacy strap of Iris’s green thong. If it wasn’t my favorite color before, it sure as hell is now.
She turns her head so she can properly glare at me over her shoulder. “Your narcissism is showing again.”
“How so?”
“Green is my favorite color.”
“Since when?”
“Since way before you adopted it as yours.” Her laugh feels like being basked in sunlight.
I shake my head and regain control over the situation. “You know what I think?”
“Feel free to keep it to yourself.”
Iris sucks in a breath as I drag my fingers up and down her thighs.
“I think you hoped something like this would happen.”
Her eyes are two glittering orbs of brown. “Quite the assumption on your part.”
“So you don’t want this?” I tease the damp triangle of material before retreating, and she stares at me with a look of murder in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
I chuckle as I grab onto the strap of her thong and drag it down her legs. She lifts each foot for me, and I bend down to retrieve it.
Her brow arches as she looks over at me pocketing her thong. “I never pegged you as the souvenir type.”
“Why would I need a souvenir when I can have you anytime I want?” I nudge her legs apart one at a time.
She bites down on her lip to stifle her moan as I drag my index finger across her slit, collecting her arousal.
My heart pounds in my ears, growing louder with each second that passes.
I sink a finger into her only to withdraw it a second later, making her hiss.
She pushes her ass out. “Please.”
“Please what?” I step out of her reach, and she grinds against the air.
“Make me come.”
Her death stare turns into one of lust as I thrust two fingers inside of her.
My cock aches to replace them, and my movements grow desperate to match.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, quieting her moans.
I press my thumb against her clit and rub it in slow circles.
My fingers brush against her G-spot, and her knees buckle as she clutches onto the desk for stability.
She unravels, her legs dropping out from underneath her as she comes.
She is completely dazed as I undo my belt buckle and pull down my pants. I’m quick with putting on the condom, ignoring the way my chest tightens at the idea of disregarding my duty for her.
It’s only a matter of time before she comes around to the idea. Give her time.
I push my erection against her opening. She bolts upright, but I push her flat against the desk.
I lean forward and press my chest against her back. “I could come at the sight of you, ass up, facedown, and wet for me.”
“That would be quite disappointing, to say the least.”
She releases a sharp breath as I push her hair aside, revealing her neck.
I kiss the spot that seems to drive her wild.
She bucks under me, pushing the tip of my cock into her.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop my groan, although my eyes roll back into my head.
Never have I felt this kind of connection to someone else.
Over the years, I forgot what it felt like to desire someone.
To be driven by the need to possess them in every single way.
I have a meeting in five minutes and I’m too busy fucking her to prepare for it. In fact, it turns me on to consider them waiting outside, listening to how good I make Iris feel.
Iris doesn’t seem pleased with my lack of action as she uses the edge of the desk to push backward, and I sink farther into her.
I grip onto her hips. “You’re not in charge here.”
“Oh, honey. I’ve always been in charge. You just were too caught up in yourself to realize who was running things around here.” Her wide grin steals my ability to breathe.
I ram into her, and her gasp of air makes me smile.
“You were saying?”
She laughs .
It stirs the wild side of me that I keep under lock and key.
I withdraw, only to thrust back into her with punishing strength.
Her dilated eyes still reflect amusement, and it drives me feral that she doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by this connection.
Desperation claws against my chest to show her who holds the power between us.
I take out my frustration on her body. My hands grip onto her waist as I ram into her over and over again. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and her grip on the edge of the desk slips along with her control.
You’re not in charge here, my ass.
A knock against the door makes Iris’s eyes widen.
“Mr. Kane? I wanted to let you know I’m here for our meeting at three.”
I lean forward and press the pad of my thumb against her clit. “Talk.”
“Hi, Mr. Davis. We’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Her cheery voice doesn’t match the arousal in her eyes.
She attempts to shift away from me, but I hold her in place.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“You’re not dismissed yet.”
“Asshole.”
I withdraw my cock and trace the seam of her ass with the tip. “Does that mean yours is on the table?”
“I will murder you with a dull pencil if you try.”
I shrug. “Pity. Maybe next time.”
I smile as I slam back into her without warning. Her gasp fills me with pride while the trembling of her legs makes me crazed. Fucking Iris is quickly becoming my favorite pastime, where each round feels like a battle of who will surrender first.
A tingle shoots down my spine as I fight off the urge to come. I work hard for each gasp and moan that makes it past her lips, and I feel victorious as she comes around my cock. Her legs give out, and I hold her up as I thrust into her over and over again until I find my own release.
The relief is all-consuming, filling my vision with black spots as I come. She claws at the desk as I ram into her one last time. My own legs threaten to give out, but I refuse to withdraw yet. I don’t want to kill the connection, regardless of who is waiting on the other side of the door.
I lean over and kiss her neck. “Remember this when you think you’re in control here.”
It’s a bullshit statement on my part. I lost control weeks ago, and now I’m nothing but a slave to the sensations she stirs up inside of me.
“I’ll never look at this desk the same way again.” She sighs.
“Says the woman who doesn’t have to work next to a set of claw marks from now on.”
She swipes the wood chips away like that changes anything. “At least it’ll stir up some good memories for you.”
“That or a hard-on.”
“Why not both?” She laughs, and I smile against her skin, loving the way I elicit that kind of reaction from her.
Fucked. You’re absolutely fucked.