Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Luke
The drive back is quiet.
I’m focusing on the snowy road in the dark, she’s staring out the window into the blackness, a frown on her face.
I want to ask her what she’s thinking. I want to tell her not to worry. I want to reassure her that everything’s going to be okay.
Hell, I want to pull her into my arms and kiss away the frown until her pretty smile is back on her face, where it should be.
Instead, I don’t say a word. Mostly because I’m afraid of what I will say if I open my mouth.
Holt’s words are replaying in my mind, and the worst part is, he wasn’t wrong.
Things are working out well with Lilly.
Lilly’s amazing.
She’s smart and talented and beautiful and funny and sexy and…fuck me.
By the time we reach the cabin, I still don’t know what to say to her. What could possibly make things better. So I say nothing.
I follow her into the house and watch as she takes off her coat and hangs it by the door. Her movements controlled and precise. Like she’s trying to hold herself together by sheer will.
I shut the door behind us. “Want to talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she says without turning around. “I’m fine.”
Bullshit.
She moves through the house, heading straight for my office. Of course she does.
I watch for a second before following her.
When I step inside, she’s already behind the desk, her hands on the keyboard. “It’s late.”
“I just need to check a few things for tomorrow,” she says, glancing up. “It’ll only take a minute.”
Fuck that.
I know exactly what she’s doing. I’ve done it my whole life. I built an entire company by distracting myself from reality. From sticking my head so far into the work that I didn’t have to think about life.
I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back and watch her turn into the same shell of a person I’ve become.
“Lilly.” I cross the room in two strides and pull the chair back so abruptly, she squeaks as it rolls back, away from the desk.
“What are you?—”
“You’re not going to solve anything tonight.”
“I’m not trying to solve anything.”
“Liar.” I scoop her up from the chair and into my arms. My mouth locks on hers in a crushing kiss. It takes her a few seconds for her lips to yield, but then they’re melting, and she’s moaning as my tongue tangles with hers. “I see that look in your eyes, Lilly. I know it all too well.”
“I’m just trying to?—”
“Forget,” I finish for her as I take a step backward, set her on my desk, right on top of the files and papers she has neatly stacked there.
“Luke! All the paper?—”
“You don’t really think I give a fuck about paperwork when your sweet ass is sitting on my desk looking so god damn, fuckable, do you?”
Her face heats, the blush traveling down to the open collar of her blouse. “You want to forget, sweetheart?” I suck her bottom lip between my teeth until she groans. “I’ll make you forget every single thing but the feeling of my thick cock in your tight pussy, fucking you until you scream.”
The moan that slips from her throat has my cock hard as a rock and straining against the fly of my jeans.
She just got the news that her future is well and truly fucked by her son of a bitch ex, and here I am, a selfish asshole who can only think about burying myself so deep inside her that she sees stars.
But fuck it.
I need her to feel it. I need her to shatter around me. I need to be the reason that she forgets it all, even if for only a few minutes.
I can’t give her much. But I can give her this.
I make quick work of the buttons on her blouse, tugging the silky fabric away, revealing the swell of her perfect tits. Her nipples were hard and pebbled, pressing against her lacy bra.
I’m a man on a mission, but I stop to suck each hard bud between my lips, one at a time, until she’s groaning, her head tipped back.
I reach up and pull her hair free from the elastic that’s held it back all night. I want it spilling down over her naked body.
I want to see her wild and free. Completely out of control.
My other hand hooks on the waistband of her jeans. “Your ass looked so good in these tonight,” I whisper gruffly, catching her mouth with my own again. “You wore them just to torture me, didn’t you?”
Releasing her long enough to tug the denim down her thighs in one rough motion, my eyes land on the slip of lace panties she’s wearing.
The heat of her arousal was already soaking through the scrap of material.
“Fuck, Lilly...you’re drenched for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is little more than a moan as I rub my thumb, slow and firm, between her legs. “You were thinking of me, of this all night, weren’t you, sweetheart. Thinking of having my fingers right here.” I shove the panties aside and plunge two fingers straight into her slick heat.
She’s so tight. So hot. So fucking, perfect.
“You feel so good, Lilly.” I pump my fingers in and out until she’s moaning and writhing on the desk top, her juices dripping down my hand, onto the papers beneath her.
But I don’t care. The only thing I care about is my girl in this moment.
“Do you feel how ready you are, sweetheart? How much you need this? Need me to make you forget everything except how good it feels when I fuck you. Isn’t that right? ”
Lilly
“Yes.” I hardly recognize my own voice. He’s once more turned me into a needy, greedy version of myself. “I need you, Luke. Please.”
He moves so quickly, I hardly have time to register what’s happening. His hands grab my wrists where they’re resting flat against the desk behind me, no doubt destroying whatever files I’d put there to get ready for tomorrow’s meetings.
But I don’t have time to think about it, as he hauls me upright and slides me toward him until I’m on my feet before him.
My eyes snap open as he kisses me roughly, growling into my mouth as he claims me with his lips.
Only once I’m breathless does he pull away and spin me around. His hand is on my back, pressing me flat against the papers scattered there.
The sound of his belt and zipper loosening, followed by his jeans hitting the floor behind me, makes my breath hitch. We’ve never done this before. The office is off limits. A hard boundary we said we’d never cross. It’s important to keep work and personal life separate.
We agreed. It was the only way to keep things safe. To keep them separate.
I should stop this. I should maintain some sort of professional integrity. Or at least, the illusion of it that I’ve been trying to hide behind. But the truth is, we blew past professionalism weeks ago. And he’s right, I do need this. I need him. I need to forget everything.
“Luke,” his name is a plea on my lips. I try to twist and look over my shoulder to see him, but he presses a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me flat, a moment before he leans over me.
His breath is hot and ragged as he says, “I’ve fantasized about bending you over this desk from the first moment you set foot in here, Lilly.”
His thigh shoves between mine, forcing my legs apart, leaving me exposed, bent over his desk like something to be taken.
“Fuck yes, you’re gorgeous, Lilly. Just like this.
” He runs his hands down my back, over my hips and ass before slipping one hand between my legs, his talented fingers finding my throbbing clit.
He rubs tight circles over the hard bud until I’m squirming and trying to buck my hips into his touch, but with his free hand, he keeps me pushed down, unable to move, a prisoner to his relentless touch.
“You like that, Lilly?”
I moan in response, and he chuckles.
“I know what you need, sweetheart. I know just what you need, don’t I?”
Again, I moan, but he wants more.
“Tell me,” he orders. “Tell me what you need. Tell me that you need me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight.” His voice is low and controlled. “Tell me how you want my big cock to fill you up so completely, all you can do is focus on taking it.”
I can already feel my orgasm building with his persistent attention on my clit. So close, but tortuously far, too. “I need you to fuck me, Luke,” I whimper. “I need your big cock inside me.” I cry out as he pinches my clit, just a little. “Fill me up, Luke. Please.”
He grabs my hips and yanks me back toward him so suddenly, my fingers scrabble for purchase on the smooth wood, sending papers scattering off the edge of the desk to the floor.
The blunt head of his massive cock presses against my wet pussy. I try to jerk my hips, desperate for him and everything he’s promised to give me.
“God, you’re impatient.” He chuckles, a dark, low sound that reverberates through me. “I fucking love it.”
And then he’s driving into me. Not slow and controlled, but in one, sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt, stretching me wide.
I cry out, my forehead hitting the desk as he bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass. He’s so big. Even after all the times we’ve been together, my body still has to work to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he grits out. “You're perfect.” His grip brushes my hips as he holds me for a moment, giving me a second to adjust. ‘You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock. So fucking perfect.”
He starts moving then, slowly at first, letting me feel every ridge of him as he pulls almost all the way out of me before driving himself home once more, my tits crushed against the hardwood surface.
I cry out, my hands searching for something to hold onto as he continues to drive in and out of me, setting a steady rhythm, each thrust driving the air from my lungs over and over again.
“You feel that? The way my cock fills every inch of your sweet pussy, Lilly?”
A groan slips from my throat, and I feel my own juices slide down my thigh. The sharp contrast of his filthy words with the controlled, businessman version of him heightens every touch, every thrust.
“You were made for me, sweetheart. You were made to take my cock. Weren’t you?”
When I don’t answer right away, his hand twists in my loose hair.
He uses it to tug my head up, straining my neck, lifting me so my tits are exposed.
He uses his free hand to wrap around me and cup my breast. His fingers find my nipple, pinching until I cry out, my legs going weak beneath me with all the sensations crashing through me.
“Tell me,” he commands. “Tell me how you were made for my cock, how fucking perfect my cock fills you up.”
Vaguely, I register the line we’re crossing, but I can’t stop the words, just as I can’t stop my climax from building, starting to blur my vision with the waves of sensations starting to slam into me.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Fuck yes.” Instinctively, I try to drop my head, but he tightens the grip, holding me in place as he assaults my body with pleasure. “Yes, Luke,” I cry, louder now. “I was made for this. For you.”
“Yes, you fucking were.” With one more pinch of my nipple, he releases me, letting me fall to the desk top again, my hands catching me just as he slams his cock into me again.
His hand is between my legs now, rubbing fast, tight circles over my clit, and my vision starts to darken around the edges as Luke drives me further and further to my release.
“That’s it, Lilly,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.
“You like it like this, don’t you, sweetheart?
You like me fucking you like this on my desk, don’t you?
” I groan in response, because I do. “You’re going to come all over these neat and tidy files, Lilly, aren’t you?
” Again, I groan. It’s all I can manage.
“Fuck yes, you are.”
My thighs burn with the effort of meeting his thrusts. My mind is a white-hot blur, nothing else exists except the two of us, this moment, and the wicked pleasure coiling so tight inside me, I’m sure I’ll explode.
“Come for me, Lilly.” He pinches my clit, just right, and then I’m doing exactly that. My orgasm hits like a bolt, spiraling through me hot and fast. I scream out as I come completely unravelled.
He’s right behind me, following me over the edge seconds later, filling me with thick, hot pulses as I milk him dry.
I’m not sure how long we stay that way, before Luke gently releases me from the desk, lifting me up and into his arms, he sits in his chair holding me until I catch my breath.
Slowly, reality seeps back in. My mind is still hazy, my vision just a little blurry as I slip out of his arms and glance around at the scattered mess of papers on the desk and all over the floor.
My heart’s pounding, not just from the exertion, but from the terrifying realization of how hard we just crossed the only line we had left. I can’t meet his gaze.
I focus on gathering my clothes instead, sliding my blouse on, and tugging my jeans over my hips.
Behind me, Luke moves, the quiet sound of him getting dressed filling the space where words should be.
If there was anything we could say that wouldn’t change everything…
But there isn’t.
So neither of us says a word.
My pulse is still racing, but for reasons that have nothing to do with what just happened.
Because there’s no pretending this didn’t mean something.
And no way to take it back.