Prologue #2
I slam my mouth back to hers, palming her tits and pinching her nipples hard enough that she yelps before it turns to a moan, a wicked kind of satisfaction shooting through me at getting this kind of reaction from her.
Turns out when I have my hands on her tits and my mouth on hers, the robot disappears and she’s all woman.
“I’m calling buying designer shirts to wear to work a stupid game.
You’re a law firm associate. No one cares if your shirt is Prada. ”
Evan leans in and kisses my neck in a way that has my brain going directly offline, right up until the moment she sinks her teeth into my pulse point, and I grunt as my cock jerks in my pants, leaking like a fucking faucet.
She leans back, eyes narrowed and chest heaving, tits rising and falling with the force of her breaths, and something is definitely wrong with me because all I can think about is getting them in my mouth to see how they taste.
“Of course you would think that,” she seethes.
“You never have to think about your clothes because you’re a straight, white man who fits right in like you were born in a damn suit.
But I promise you that every single partner in this firm notices what I put on my body every single damn day.
No one cares what I wear?” She scoffs. “Get fucked, Cooper.”
Snaking an arm around her waist, I yank her to me, grinding my hard cock over her tight skirt, watching her eyes go cobalt. “Oh, I plan to. By you. Right up against that window over there.”
Evan slams a hand to my chest and shoves me away, popping a hip and managing to look like she has all her shit completely together even though she’s topless, breasts spilling free, and lips swollen from my own. “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”
I shrug, making a show of unbuckling my belt and yanking it out of my pants, dropping it to the floor with a loud clink.
“The way you keep looking at my cock. The way your nipples are hard as glass, like they’re just aching to be sucked on.
I bet if I slid my hand under that good girl skirt you’re wearing, your pussy would be dripping for me already.
You may hate me, Rhodes, but I’m positive your cunt doesn’t. ”
“What about you?” she asks, voice heated, eyes dropping down to my zipper. “Look at your dick, so hard it’s practically busting out of your pants trying to get to me. You may hate me, Cooper, but it looks like there’s at least part of you that doesn’t.”
I yank my undershirt over my head and unbutton my pants, taking a couple of lazy steps closer to her, smirking when I see her swallow hard, her eyes drifting over my torso as she takes three steps back until she’s almost flat against the floor to ceiling windows. Her retreat makes my cock even harder.
“Come here,” I say, my voice low and demanding as I palm myself over my pants and squeeze, trying to get some relief.
I’ve never been this hard in my life. I’ve also never been about to fuck my biggest rival and sworn enemy in a law firm conference room at two in the morning.
The entire office should be empty at this hour, but I can’t guarantee that there aren’t other people also working late on some stupid project assigned by a partner who gets joy out of torturing associates.
Other people who could walk in and find us just like this.
I can’t decide what part of that turns me on the most.
Evan smirks at me. “No. Look at you, your hand on your cock like you’re so hard at the thought of fucking me you can barely stand it. You want me, Cooper? You come and get me.”
My blood heats. My dick throbs. Her dominance makes my head spin.
“Fuck it,” I mumble, striding forward, grabbing her hips and yanking her to me, crashing my mouth to hers.
The kiss is hot and wet, a clashing of tongues and teeth and a struggle for a control neither of us wants to give up.
Sliding a hand down over her ass until it meets the bare skin of her thigh, I tug up her tight skirt, pulling her thong to the side and plunging two fingers directly into her pussy.
The moan that tears from her throat feels like a victory, and the fact that she’s already soaked and ready for me has me biting back a groan.
Tangling my free hand in her hair and tipping her head back, I deepen the kiss and curl my fingers inside her, grinding the heel of my hand onto her clit.
I chuckle when she rocks her hips, her thighs trembling like she’s close to the edge already, her nipples taut where they press against my chest.
I pull my fingers from her, smirking against her lips when she whines. “Need something, Rhodes?”
She pulls her head back and narrows her eyes at me. You would think that her bare tits, flushed face, and tumbled hair would make her look less formidable, but the opposite is true. I have no clue why I find it so fucking sexy, but nothing is normal about this night.
“I don’t need anything from you. What I want is for you to make me come. But maybe that’s not something you can handle.”
Without a word, I bend and grasp her thighs, boosting her up and slamming her back against the window.
She gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her high heels into my ass.
I pin her in place with my hips while I cover her mouth with mine and shove my pants and boxers haphazardly down my thighs, my hard cock jutting up, precum leaking from the tip.
“You think I can’t make you come?” I ask in a low voice, licking a wet trail up the side of her neck.
“Oh, Rhodes, I’ll fuck you up against these windows and make you come so hard everyone will still be able to hear the echoes of your screams when they come to work in the morning. ”
Evan grabs my hair in both hands and tugs, locking eyes with me. She rolls her hips so my cock slides through her slit. “Then fucking do it.”
Don’t come. Don’t you fucking come.
She’ll never let me hear the end of it.
Reaching down, I grip my cock at the base and guide it to her entrance, pushing her thong aside with one finger and impaling her in a single motion.
I groan.
She moans.
I freeze and pull out immediately. “Fuck, no condom.”
Evan rolls her eyes like I just said the stupidest thing on the planet. “I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested, and you’re way too conscientious not to have been tested, so stop trying to bitch out and fuck me already.”
Sold.
I shove back inside her, gritting my teeth at the way her pussy squeezes me so perfectly as I bottom out, pleasure snaking up my spine, even as my brain rejects the word perfectly. Nothing about me and Evan Rhodes and perfect should be anywhere near the same sentence.
And yet.
“I think fucking you raw in a conference room at the law firm where we both work is about as far from conscientious as it gets.”
“Less talking, more fucking,” she pants out, grinding her hips against me. “When you don’t talk, I can pretend you’re someone else.”
I laugh, sinking my teeth into the space between her shoulder and her neck, feeling a shiver work its way up her spine. “You may think you want to pretend I’m someone else, but your body seems to like me just fine.”
I pull out almost to the tip and thrust back in, fucking her in steady strokes that have her inner walls clenching around me, gasps falling from her lips.
“You think I can’t feel your pussy sucking me in like it can’t get enough of my cock?
” I grip her hips, working her over my dick as her hands pull my hair tighter, her thighs trembling where they clamp around my hips.
“If only all the partners we work for could see you now. Perfect Evan Rhodes, shirt in tatters on the floor and skirt around her waist, getting fucked against a window like the filthy girl she really is.”
“I hate you,” she rasps, hips rolling against mine, meeting me stroke for stroke.
I pull out and ram back into her, setting a punishing pace that rattles the windows, and if I wasn’t so far gone, pleasure darkening my vision and coiling tightly at the base of my spine, I might be worried about falling fifty-eight floors straight onto St. James Avenue below with my pants around my thighs and my cock hanging out.
But right now, I’m not worried about anything but filling Evan full of my cum.
“I hate you too, Rhodes, but I sure don’t hate fucking you,” I grind out, bending my knees to get deeper. I must hit Evan exactly right, because she cries out, her eyes locking with mine and her mouth falling open like she wants to say something before she slams it shut.
“What is it?” I rasp, angling my hips so I hit her clit with every thrust because I’m so close to the edge, but I’ll be goddamned if she doesn’t come first. “Don’t want to tell me how good I make you feel?
How badly you want to come on my cock? It’s okay, Rhodes.
You don’t have to say the words for me to know it’s true. ”
“Fuck you.” She gasps, her eyes flashing as she yanks my mouth to hers.
This time it’s her shoving her tongue into my mouth, slicking against mine.
The sounds of our sweat-soaked bodies slapping together and the symphony of grunts and groans and the rattling of the windows fills the conference room with an erotic soundtrack as I reach around and grip Evan’s ass in both hands, holding her tightly against my thrusts.
“Look at me,” I growl as her eyes fall shut. “You don’t get to pretend I’m someone else when I’m the one fucking you so good. When you’re coming on my cock, your eyes stay on me.”
My shock when Evan does what I ask ratchets up my pleasure to almost intolerable levels.
With her eyes locked on mine, I dig my fingers into her ass and angle my hips in a way that has her crying out, her pussy clenching as she falls apart around me.
Her legs shake and her hands grip my hair so hard my eyes water as my hips lose their rhythm.
Pleasure races up my spine, and I groan as my orgasm hits me like a truck, my vision blurring as I explode inside her.
I lock my knees to stay upright as my muscles practically liquify with the force of my release.
“Fuck,” I grit out, slowing my hips, my breaths sawing in and out of my lungs and my heart thundering.
“You sure can,” Evan says, sliding down my body until her feet hit the floor. Her lips are curled in a smirk, blue eyes flashing with what I would swear looks like humor if I didn’t know for sure that humor is not an emotion this woman is acquainted with.
“So can you. A-plus fucking Rhodes.”
“I do like to be the best at things.” She pats my cheek in the most condescending way imaginable and pulls down her skirt, bending to pick up her bra, sliding it on and reaching back to clasp it.
Picking up my undershirt and tugging it over her head, she sits back down at the conference table, taking a long sip from her Diet Coke can, then glances over at me where I’m still frozen by the window, eyebrow raised.
“Are you coming? Or do I have to do all this work for you too?”
I’m entirely without words. No witty comeback. No biting insult. I’ve got absolutely nothing. Instead, I stand there, pants still around my thighs, and stare at her, wondering what the fuck just happened, and why I’m already thinking about making it happen again.