Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
HADLEY
The hum of the computer monitor in Wolf’s office feels entirely different tonight.
My skin still hums with the phantom memory of his hands, his mouth, the way we lost all professional boundaries this morning in his bed.
After a much-needed nap, I’m back at the warehouse, but focus is an impossible luxury.
Every time I type a string of numbers into the manifest, my mind drifts back to the heavy heat of his body and the way he looked at me like I was his entire world.
Across the room, Wolf is leaning against the filing cabinets, pretending to review physical logbooks. But I catch the way his dark green eyes keep darting up, tracking my every movement with a smoldering, heavy intensity.
A sudden, wicked surge of confidence ripples through me. For once in my life, I don't feel like the timid, overwhelmed girl trying to keep a crumbling family afloat. I feel powerful. Desired. And I want to push his legendary self-control right to the breaking point.
Slowly, deliberately, I reach up and unbutton the top two buttons of my blouse, exposing the soft swell of my cleavage. I lean back in the executive chair, lifting both arms high above my head in an exaggerated, fake yawn, arching my back so he has an unobstructed view.
I don't even have to look at him to know he's staring. I can feel the sudden spike of predatory heat radiating off him from across the room. A shiver of pure thrill dances down my spine.
I stand up, gathering a small stack of papers from the desk, and start walking toward the filing cabinets where he’s standing. As I pass him, I time my steps so my hip brushes against his thigh. At the same time, I let the papers slip from my fingers, scattering them across the concrete floor.
"Oops," I murmur with mock innocence.
I bend down at the waist to collect them, making damn sure I give him a show of my ass, lingering in the stretched posture just long enough to test his restraint.
A low, vibrating growl rumbles deep in Wolf’s chest.
Before I can even blink, heavy footsteps close the distance. Strong, calloused hands wrap firmly around my ass, squeezing possessively before sliding up to grip my hips and hauling me flush against his hard, ready body.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he murmurs, his voice a rough, ragged rasp right against my ear.
I don't rush. I slowly straighten up, turning around in the cage of his arms until I’m pressed against him. I look up through my lashes, flashing him my most slow, deliberate, seductive smile.
"Just doing my job," I reply, my voice dripping with far too much sweet, innocent sugar.
Wolf narrows his eyes, his breathing already turning shallow. "Is your job to utterly destroy my concentration?"
I tilt my head, shaking it slowly from side to side. "No." I slide my hands up his chest, tangling my fingers in the long strands of his hair, and pull him down until my lips brush his ear. "Right now, my job is to get you to take me right here, over this desk."
“Fuck,” he growls, kissing me roughly before tearing his mouth away. He backs up, leaving me slumped against the wall. He locks the door and closes the blinds so we’re in complete privacy in his office. The thought makes my pulse race and my pussy throb.
I watch his powerful frame move closer, the glint in his eyes promising all kinds of filthy things. I can’t wait.
“Do you trust me, Hadley?” Wolf asks, his voice deep and dripping with dark need.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He quirks an eyebrow up, his body so close to mine but not touching. I can feel the heat and arousal rippling off him, the anticipation of what’s to come zipping around us.
“Good girl,” he praises. Wolf peels my shirt off, then grabs something from a shelf to the left. He shows me a soft, worn bandana, tickling my skin with the edge of the fabric. “Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back.”
My stomach twirls and dips at his request, my heart hammering in my chest as I give up control to the only man I’ve ever trusted.
I do as he says, gasping when he starts to wrap the bandana around my wrists.
The thought of being tied up in my boss's office, or hell, tied up at all, at the mercy of my sexy, muscled biker, should scare me or at the very least, make me ashamed of some of my life choices.
But I’m not scared or ashamed. I’m incredibly turned on. My pussy clenches as Wolf ties the final knot and guides me until I’m standing in front of his desk. He skims his hands over my stomach and breasts as he kisses the back of my neck and nips my shoulders.
“So damn beautiful, Hadley,” he whispers in my ear. “Now bend over for me.”
Wolf places a hand between my shoulder blades, bending me over his desk with my cheek pressed against the cool surface. I gasp when Wolf kicks my feet apart so my legs are spread.
“Fucking Christ,” Wolf growls.
He kneels behind me, sliding his arms up my legs and pushing my skirt up over my hips, revealing my light pink underwear that does nothing to hide my arousal.
“Jesus, Hadley. You’re so wet for me. Is this what you had planned when we came to work tonight?”
“Mmm… Maybe,” I breathe out.
Wolf grunts in approval, then buries his nose against my pussy, over the now ruined fabric of my panties.
His hands massage circles into my legs as they work from my calves up to my thighs.
Then, Wolf hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs helping me step out of them.
At this angle, I feel so exposed, both physically and emotionally. Heat spreads through me with the knowledge that we could get caught, however unlikely it may be during the night shift.
All my thoughts fly right out of my head when I feel Wolf pressing his tongue into my soaking wet folds. “Oh god,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
Wolf doesn't start nice and slow. There's no build-up. He's eating me out in sloppy strokes of his tongue that make my pussy gush and flutter. He growls into my cunt, making my legs shake. Wolf grips my thighs in his large, strong hands to keep me steady.
His tongue slowly drags from my clit down to my entrance, where he scoops out my juices and brings them back, back, back, until…
Oh my God…
His tongue swirls the puckered flesh of my asshole, making me gasp.
“This okay?” he rasps, clearly on the edge of control and total madness.
“Yes,” I whimper, my wrists fighting against their restraints. I don’t want to escape, though. I’m just so fucking turned on I can’t keep still.
Wolf senses my need and spreads my cheeks wide, licking around my little rosebud and sucking, creating an intense pressure that floods my pussy. Wolf alternates between eating out my ass and cunt, driving me closer, closer, closer, and then switching, just to start the process over again.
"Wolf, please, please…" I beg. My bones are liquid, my muscles sore and tired from straining, again and again, getting right to the edge of release only to be pulled back again.
He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves once, twice, God one more… one more…
Wolf pulls away and stands up, making me growl in frustration.
I hear his zipper and then a second later, Wolf slams into me, his fat cock pushing me right over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.
His hand covers my mouth right before I cry out, his other hand wrapping around my hips to hold me in place while he fucks me hard and fast.
“Jesus, Hadley…”
He grunts and thrusts into me again and again as papers fall off his desk. The computer monitor rattles and a mug of pens falls to the floor. His hand moves from my mouth to my hair, fisting it and tilting my head back while he picks up his speed.
Wolf pistons in and out of me, making wet smacking sounds with each stroke of his cock. His hands roam over my back and thighs, then Wolf grabs my ass and spreads me open wide for him.
“Love watching this juicy cunt swallow my dick. You’re so fucking perfect, Hadley, goddamn.”
His hands slide up my body, one tweaking my nipples while the other strokes my clit. I whimper with each thrust of his hips, that thick cock hitting me so, so deep.
“Are you going to come for me, dirty girl? Are you going to come all over your boss’ desk?”
“Yes, yes, please make me…”
Wolf growls and pinches my clit, making me convulse in his arms as my orgasm sweeps through me and drains all the air from my lungs.
He continues to piston in and out of me, leaning down and covering my back with his front. Wolf swells inside of me and bites my shoulder as he comes in overwhelming waves. I feel his warm release drip down my thighs, making me shudder at the filthiness of it all.
Once his orgasm has faded, Wolf unties my wrists and turns me around, helping me sit on his desk. He grabs some tissues and cleans me up before wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest.
“That was incredible, Hadley,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
“It was so… hot,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with equal parts embarrassment and arousal.
Wolf chuckles and kisses me so sweetly, nibbling on the bottom lip before pulling away.
"Yeah, it was." He rests his head on my shoulder, placing reverent kisses there before taking a deep breath. “You’re amazing, you know that? Not just because of what we just did,” he adds, lifting his head to grin at me.
“But because of who you are. I want all of you, always. I love you, Hadley.”
His declaration hits me just as hard as it did the first time. “I love you, too,” I whisper back.
Wolf hums and then engulfs me in the warmest, safest hug I’ve ever experienced. How does he know what I need, just when I need it?
My eyes flutter closed as I bury my face into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent and letting it ground me in this moment. I don’t know what’s coming for us in the future, but I know for certain that Wolf will be right here with me.