Chapter Six Uncharted Desires
Evans POV
W hen she returned to work, it was obvious everyone knew about the elevator incident. Those who had witnessed her unraveling made sure to whisper, laugh, and spread it like wildfire.
I know it bothers Harper. Shes not used to being seen this wayvulnerable, exposed. But me? I dont give a damn what people think. I didnt become a billionaire by letting others dictate my desires. The only reason Im laying low is because its what she asked of me.
Still, its getting harder to behave.
Ive never wanted anyone like this. Not just her bodythough fuck, that alone could wreck mebut her mind. Her fire. She doesnt tiptoe around my power. She meets it. Pushes it. Makes me sharper.
I didnt know I needed a woman like that until I met Harper Lane.
This isnt just lust. Its a tether I dont want to cut.
But I respect her. Ive kept my distancefocused on the company, the merger, all the distractions I can grab. And yet, shes everywhere.
Two weeks of self-control, and Im ready to combust. Ive indulged in quick glancesher long, toned legs, the peek of cleavage when she leans across a desk. Ive imagined how she tastes again, how she sounds when I make her come.
I cant ride the elevator without remembering how she trembled under my tongue. The press of her thighs against my face. Her sweet, broken moans. Every time, I have to shield my hard-on with my briefcase like some fucking intern. Ive actually considered taking the stairs.
Then Friday hits.
After a brutal late meeting, I head toward the breakroomand there she is. Alone. Leaning against the counter in that tight black skirt that hugs every curve. She glances up, freezes. But she doesnt move away.
Thats all I need.
Harper, I murmur, closing the distance. My voice drops to a whisper against her ear. Ive had enough.
She stiffens, breath catching.
Ofwhat? she asks, barely above a whisper.
I move in until our bodies nearly touch. Of pretending. Of being good. My breath ghosts over her neck. Ive tried to keep things professional, but you drive me fucking insane.
I kiss her, full and deep. Her lips part for me instantly. She melts, clutching the counter behind her.
Evanwait, she breathes, pulling back. Her lips are kiss-swollen. Her eyes glazed. We cant. Were at work.
I know, I say, brushing my fingers over her hip. And I know you think this is insane. But I cant stop thinking about you. I dont want to.
Her hand slides up my chest, palm warm, and lingering.
This is reckless, she whispers. But her voice lacks conviction.
I lean in, brushing her ear with my mouth. Then lets be reckless. Come with me. My office is locked. Empty. Waiting.
Her breath stutters. Her pupils blow wide.
I want you on my desk, Harperspread out, soaked, and trembling. I want to watch you come undone just for me.
She moans. Quiet but filthy. Okay, she says. But it has to be fast.
Sweetheart , I grin, grabbing her hand. I plan to make you beg for slow.
We move fast down the corridor, hands clasped tight, heat radiating between us. Inside my office, I shut the door, lock it, and turn. Shes already leaning against my desk, pupils dark, cheeks flushed.
Shes temptation personified.
I step in, brushing my fingers along her collarbone. Youre so damn beautiful.
My hands slide under her blazer, slipping it from her shoulders. I unbutton her blouse one by one, slow, watching her squirm. Her breath hitches as the fabric parts, revealing pale skin and a lacy white bra that hugs her perfectly.
I kneel, unzipping her skirt, dragging itand her nylonsdown her legs. Her skin is warm, smooth, and soft.
You feel like heaven, I murmur.
She laughs softly, then gasps when my mouth finds the swell of her breast through the lace. I suck gently, then harder when she arches.
Youre torturing me, she moans.
I unhook her bra, letting it drop, and feast on her. My mouth moves from one nipple to the other, greedy, insatiable. Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, gasping my name.
I slide my hand down, fingers tracing her stomach, dipping into the band of her panties.
Youre soaked, I growl.
Then dont tease me.
I hook her panties and pull them down, dragging my tongue slowly up her thigh, catching her scent before I ever reach her center.
Then I lay her back on my desk.
I spread her open.
And feast.
The wet sound of my tongue on her clit mixes with her sharp, breathy moans. I suck hard, flatten my tongue, then flick. My fingers slide into her, deep and curling. Her thighs shake around my head.
Dont stop, she whimpers. Im so closeEvan, please
Come for me, I command.
She does. Loud. Arching. Writhing. Shattering.
I dont stop until shes panting, trembling, and soaked in pleasure.
Evan, she gasps. I need you inside me. Now .
I strip fast, my cock heavy and flushed, veins bulging, already leaking.
Ride me, I rasp, dragging her up and over.
She straddles me. I grip her hips. She sinks down. Slow. Deep. Tight.
We both groan.
She rides me like sin incarnatehips rolling, breath panting, and tits bouncing in front of me.
You feel unreal, I groan. So fucking good.
She moans, digs her nails into my shoulders. Harder .
I grab her ass, help her grind down, my cock hitting so deep she gasps.
Im gonna come, she pants.
Come all over my cock, Harper. Let me feel it.
She doesshaking, clenching around me, face twisting in bliss.
I flip her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drive into her.
She screams.
Right there!
FuckHarperIm close
We come together. Loud. Wild. Shameless.
After, we collapse. Sweaty. Tangled. Spent.
That was... she pants.
Incredible , I finish, kissing her neck.
She brushes my hair back, eyes warm. You make me feel things Ive never felt before.
I smile. I know the feeling.
We dress, breath still shallow.
As we head to the elevator, I tug her close and whisper in her ear, I knew you were lying. It was inevitable .
She bursts out laughing.
And fuck, that sound? It might be the best thing Ive ever heard.