Chapter Nine #2
“I might be a little anxious, but I’m sure it will pass,” she says.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Or,” I say, “maybe you were thinking about me.”
Her breath catches.
Confirmation.
I don’t smile. I don’t push. But I do hold her gaze, letting the silence stretch.
“Saint,” she starts.
“Doc,” I reply.
She exhales like she’s frustrated and flustered, but also debating on whether she wants to tell me to leave or not.
“Why do you think you can just walk in here and”—she gestures between us—“do this?”
I smirk. “Do what? I haven’t done a single thing.”
“This,” she says sharply.
I lean in, resting my hands on the edge of her desk.
“Figure you out?” I ask.
“There’s nothing to figure out,” she huffs.
“No?”
“No.”
I hold her stare.
“So you want me to leave then?” I ask again.
This time, she hesitates.
“No,” she whispers.
And … that’s all I need.
I move around her desk with measured steps.
I’m giving her the chance to stop me.
But she doesn’t.
She watches me, her breath more uneven with every step I take closer to her.
When I stop in front of her, she’s still sitting, holding on to her last thread of control.
“Presley,” I say, softer now.
“What?” she asks, jaw tight.
“You don’t ever have to pretend with me. You can tell me anything.”
“I’m not pretending,” she says unconvincingly.
“Yeah,” I murmur, “you are.”
I reach out slowly, giving her the chance to stop me. My hand cups her jaw, and her breath hitches.
And that’s all it takes for that last thread to snap.
She stands so fast my hand falls, and her chair rolls behind her.
I look down at her and see the way she’s looking at me. Like she wants a reason or maybe like she needs one.
Her lips part.
“You don’t have to pretend with me.” I cup her cheek again.
The silence between us is thick.
“You’re making this worse,” she whispers, leaning into my palm.
“Am I?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Then I can go.”
Her hands come up and grip the front of my shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
Now my control snaps, and I grab onto the waistband of her leggings, pulling her into me.
“Saint,” she whispers.
I drop my mouth to hers, and she opens for me like she’s been waiting all day for this. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck possessively and plunge my tongue in deeper.
She twirls her tongue with mine, and I feel her hands slide around my waist, holding my thin T-shirt like she wants to tear it off.
I kiss her with intent, just like the way everything always has been between us.
We both knew this was coming. It was just a matter of time.
My hand on her waist reaches around her, and I grab on to her ass, then run my hand up to the waistband of her leggings. I slip my hand in just enough to feel the string of her thong.
She breaks the kiss, panting.
“Wait,” she says.
I rest my forehead against hers.
“We agreed we wouldn’t do this again.”
I chuckle and pull my head back. “I only agreed with you because it was what you needed to hear. I’m all for doing it again.”
“Saint, be serious for a minute.”
“Oh, I’m being very serious,” I say, peppering kisses along her jaw.
Her hands move to my stomach, like she’s considering pushing me away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she slips her hands under my shirt, tracing the ridges of my stomach muscles.
“If you really don’t want to fuck me, let me at least get you off. I can see it in your eyes, Doc. You need it.”
She bites her lip, and it makes my already-hard-as-steel cock twitch in my shorts. And I know she feels it because her gaze drops to my dick.
“We’re at work.”
“And?” I frame her face in my hands and kiss her nose. “I’ll lock the door.”
“What if …” she starts.
I put my thumbs under her jaw and tip her face so she’s looking me in the eye.
“Never mind, forget it.”
“Tell me.”
“Okay, so you’re right. I definitely need … something. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me today, but I cannot stop thinking about the last time we were together. Just watching you today … I felt like a stalker. Then I practically ran into my office and considered—” She stops.
“Presley. What did you consider?”
She covers her face with her hands. “I can’t say it.”
I pull her hands away from her face. “I want to hear the words. I think I know, but I need to hear it.”
She looks me in the eye, and my fierce girl is back. My straight-forward, no-fear, Presley.
“All I kept thinking about was fucking you on my desk. And the way your perfect cock would slide in and out of my pussy.”
“Fuck,” I say, tilting my head back. “Please tell me what you considered doing with those thoughts.”
“I was a breath away from slipping my hand into my pants. Then you knocked on the door.” She raises a brow. Almost in a challenge.
I breathe in a deep breath through my nose. “And you really want to stick with your no fucking again rule?”
She looks away briefly. “As much as I want you, I don’t think we should.”
I study her face, and I see how bad she wants me. Almost as badly as I want her.
“Please let me get you off, Doc. We don’t have to fuck. But for the love of God, let me touch you. I beg you.”
She shakes her head, looking as frustrated as I feel.
“No?”
“Not because I don’t want to. I just don’t think I could control myself.”
“Wow, I’m impressed. And flattered. You can’t control yourself around me.”
She hits my chest. “Saint, I’m serious.”
“So am I,” I say. “Okay, what if we don’t touch each other, but we still get off?”
“What do you mean?”
My hands drop from her, and I back up a step.
“Let me watch you make yourself come.” I lift a brow. “Instead of imagining me in your head, I’ll be right in front of you.”
“So you want me to just sit here naked and let you watch me masturbate?”
I can tell she’s intrigued by the thought.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” I cross my arms over my chest.
She bites her lip, and I see a flush creeping up her neck again.
“If I do it, I want to watch you too.”
“Deal.” I don’t hesitate.
I’m completely on board with this idea. Although I’m so turned on right now that I’m not sure it’ll take more than a few tugs to make me blow.
“I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,” she says softly.
“Me neither,” I reply.
In all honesty, it’s probably the most intimate act I’ve ever done. Both of us completely vulnerable.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Tell me what to do.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. This is a fantasy of mine.
I move toward her again and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. I lean in and kiss her slowly, nibbling on her lower lip.
“I want you on the desk, legs spread,” I say against her lips.
She shivers, but she kisses me this time.
I drop my hands to her waist and join our hips, grinding my erection into her, making her moan. Then I drop my hands and back away.
“Take off your pants.”
She obeys, hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, and slowly pushes her thong and leggings down her legs.
“Now pull up your shirt and sports bra. Then sit on the desk.” I grab my dick over my shorts and squeeze, and she watches me do it.
“I want you to take off your shirt and shorts,” she says as she scoots onto her desk, then pushes up her shirt and sports bra.
I smile, because fuck me if her telling me to get naked doesn’t sound like my every dream.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Then I push my shorts and boxers past my ass, and my erection slaps against my stomach. I kick my boxers and shorts aside.
“Jesus, you’re so pretty.”
“Pretty,” I smirk.
“Yes, pretty. Everything about you is, Saint. Every ripple of muscle, your thick thighs, your broad shoulders, and your cock … fuck, it’s perfect.” She licks her bottom lip.
I take my dick in my hand and stroke it, and I watch her follow the movement with her eyes.
Her hand brushes over her stomach down to her pussy. When she opens her legs, she’s so wet, she’s glistening.
“Fuck, Doc. Talk about perfect.” I groan. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Tell me you’re wet for me.”
She runs her finger through her lips slowly. “All for you. Because of you.”
“That’s right; it is.” I start to pump my cock in sync with every slide of her finger.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Saint.”
Her chest rises and falls, and her nipples are firm peaks.
“I want you to spread your legs so I can see everything. Then I want you to start slow, just a light, teasing pressure,” I say.
She pulls her legs up and props her feet on the edge of her desk, then drops her knees, leaving her completely open to me.
“Fuck,” I squeeze my dick to slow myself down. “That’s good, Doc. Can you hear how wet you are? That’s for me.”
I release my dick and spit into my palm. She watches me, and her mouth drops open.
I take my dick back in my hand and spread my spit along the shaft.
“Now increase the friction,” I demand.
She does, and starts to close her eyes.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want to see you burning for me.”
“Saint,” she moans. “Feels so good.”
“That’s right, baby. Rub your clit for me,” I say, my strokes getting faster. “I want to hear your breath hitch every time you hit that spot. I want you to be so sensitive and so tight.”
“Oh—oh fuck,” she says, her head falling back.
“No, Presley. Look at me,” I say harshly. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
“Yes! God, Saint. Yes!” Her eyes meet mine.
“Good. Keep that pace. I want you right on the edge of losing control.”
Precum leaks from my tip, and I can feel the pressure in my balls already. I’m so turned on that I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold off until she comes.
I can see her legs start to shake when she slips her finger inside her pussy.
“I can’t hold it much longer.” She pushes it in and out slowly.
“No!” I bark. “Don’t you dare slow down. I want to hear those wet sounds I’m looking for. I’m so fucking close, Doc. I want you to get there with me.”
“I am, Saint. Please!” She begs.
“You feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach?”
“I feel it,” she says, increasing her pace, sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, then rubbing circles over her clit.
“You’re so close. I can see it, baby. Hold it right there,” I say when I see her breath hitch.
“I’m going to come,” she cries.
As soon as she says it, I come.
“Come for me, Doc. Say my name and let it shatter you.”
I have no idea how my voice is as steady as it is.
“Saint,” she says breathlessly.
I’m out of my mind as I shoot ropes of cum onto my stomach, hitting my chest, and dripping down my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Feel it all.” I pull my dick, squeezing every last drop.
“Fuck,” she pants as she comes down. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before by my own hand.”
Am I feeling smug? You bet.
She leans back on her elbows while she catches her breath. Her body completely open, like an invitation.
But before I give in and cover her body with mine, I pick up my boxers and wipe off my hand, chest and stomach.
She watches.
Once I get my shorts and shirt back on, I twist up my boxers and shove them in my pocket, then I hold my hand out to her to help her off the desk.
“You good?” I ask her softly and pull her to me.
She rests her head against my chest. “So good.”
I don’t say anything else as I hold her pretty much naked in my arms.
After a minute, she moves back and out of my hold, then adjusts her bra and shirt back into place.
I bend down and pick up her thong and leggings and hand them to her.
“Thanks,” she says with a smirk.
Once she’s dressed, she leans against her desk with a glazed look in her eye. The look of a very satisfied beauty.
I watch her long enough to memorize this moment.
“So,” she starts, smiling.
I step back and run a hand—the one not previously covered in cum—through my hair.
“Yeah,” I say lightly. “I guess that takes care of that.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Really? You’re too much.”
“Yeah, you’ve told me that before.”
She shakes her head, smirking.
I start toward the door, and she follows.
When I grab the handle, I turn and look at her. “We forgot to lock the door.”
And then I laugh.
Her eyes widen, but she laughs.
I pull the door open, but she stops me.
“We okay, Saint?”
“Of course we are.” I lean in and kiss her on the forehead.
She nods with a tentative smile.
“Next time”—I lean in closer—“you don’t need to handle it alone. We can do this anytime.”
Her eyes lift to mine, something flickering, and then she puts her hands on her hips. “Sometimes, you drive me crazy, you know?”
My gaze roams over her body. “Same.”
She shakes her head.
I turn, but she grabs me again, pulling me into a kiss. Fast but firm.
When she lets go of my shirt, I step out into the hallway, and the door shuts behind me.
I look to my right and stop.
Standing about twenty feet away from me are Alie and Liam.
They’re both looking at me, mouths open. But also looking about the same as I imagine Presley and I look. A little flustered and a whole lot satisfied.
Liam raises a brow, and Alie covers a smile with her hand.
I hold their gazes for just a second before I put my finger to my lips. “Shh …”
Then I wink and walk away.
Behind me, I hear Liam laugh.
I don’t stop walking, and I don’t look back.
But as I walk down the hall toward the locker room, one thing is very clear.
Presley and I just crossed the line.
Again.
And I’m not gonna pretend we haven’t anymore.