Chapter 10 #2
His pupils blew wide. “Then get on the desk.”
His pinch on the papers dissolved and they fluttered to the floor beside him. Sweeping his gaze to his desk, he brushed everything aside except for his computer. They thumped unceremoniously to the carpet, pens scattering and bouncing.
“On the desk.” He straightened and backed up.
Boosting herself onto the gleaming surface, her pulse thrummed and her blood transformed into a swarm of butterflies, fluttering in her veins.
Standing between her legs, he wound one of his hands into her hair and cupped the side of her neck.
Her heart sped up as he pulled her closer, tracing his free hand down her side to grip her thigh.
“Sophie,” he mumbled. His gaze gouged deep marks in her as it swept across her face.
A symphony swelled in her ears as she closed the distance, crushing them into an elegant mess.
Her arms latched around his neck, and she sighed against his lips.
His hold on her thigh pushed her dress higher and higher, the pads of his fingers brushing her underwear. Playing with the lacy material, he slipped it aside and traced his fingers over her arousal.
Sparks shot up her spine, electrifying her limbs, and she groaned into his mouth. I can’t get enough of him.
“Fuck, already so ready for me,” he hissed. “Lie back.”
Pressing a kiss against her shoulder, he sank to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the desk. Dragging her underwear off, he spread her legs wide and nipped her thigh again.
“If I remember correctly, you needed a stress reliever,” he murmured.
“I didn’t think you were listening,” she admitted. Craning her neck up, she met his midnight gaze, and heat coiled in her belly.
His breath gusted over her in hot bursts, and he readjusted his hold on her calves. “Don’t you know by now that I’ll always listen to you? Now, tell me what you want. Beg for it.”
Closing her eyes, she focused on his breath tickling her skin. How can he be so endearing and demanding at the same time?
“I’m waiting.” His thumbs rubbed circles against her.
A dismayed whimper slipped past her lips and she bucked her hips. If he didn’t hurry up and put his mouth on her …
“Please,” she murmured, looking at him.
Chuckling, he backed out of reach, and his voice turned silken. “Not good enough.”
Bracing one of her ankles on his shoulder, he held onto her calf and mouthed her inner thigh. He sketched his hand back to the swell of her ass and dragged his touch down one cheek. “Fuck, that ass.”
A shudder rattled down her spine, and her eyes widened as a crack rent the air, a sting zinging her skin. “Did you just—”
“Use your words.” He smoothed his hand over her. “Or I do that again. Do you want to let me lick that sweet pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name?”
Tremors of anticipation rocked through her, and she nodded frantically.
“I can’t hear you.” Another smack cleaved the air, and his fingers moved from her hip to skim headily over her clit. “Or are you just not able to use your words?”
Her legs quivered, and she managed to whisper out her answer. “Yes. God, please, yes.”
A sharp smack broke the silence. “Louder.”
Maybe I’ll just stay quiet. Maybe I—
He pressed her clit. “Sophie.”
She unleashed a sharp gasp and repeated the words with more force.
“Good girl,” he praised. Moving forward, his cursed tongue danced over her, switching between swirls and flicks.
She moaned and her back arched, gasping as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” she breathed as fingers dug into her skin, gripping her ass. “Yes.”
She was going to die. She was going to die, and she didn’t even worry about it. Her fingers fisted his hair, bringing his head closer to her.
Losing herself in sensation, it wasn’t long before his name flowed from her lips. Her limbs flopped against the wood, her legs drooping.
He rose to his feet, bending to kiss her with glistening lips.
Sitting up, she fumbled to undo his belt, dropping his pants and boxers to grip him.
He groaned and batted her hands away. “Don’t.”
Confusion rocked through her, and she tried to take him in her hands again. “I don’t under—”
“Today is about you,” he murmured. “Making you feel good.”
She gasped as he pushed his thumb against her clit before sinking his middle and ring finger into her. Moaning, she canted her hips toward him. “Holy—fuck.”
A familiar building stacked at the base of her spine. Her staggered breaths came in hiccupping gasps, and all she could focus on was his lips hot on her neck.
His fingers curled and moved, his thumb rubbed her sensitized clit gently, and he had tugged her neckline and bra down to mouth at her nipple.
“Fuck.”
“That’s it. Let it out, Sophie. Let this whole building know who’s making you feel this way.”
She poured herself over the cliff, and her hands latched like a vise down onto his shoulders as she rode out her release on his fingers.
“Use me,” he whispered. “Take everything.”
She rested her forehead on his shoulder as she caught her breath. Scooching forward, her sandaled feet graced the floor.
He groaned softly as he helped her off his desk, brushing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.
“What?”
He grabbed her hips before she collapsed on wobbly legs. “I hate myself for not having a condom right now.”
His thumbs scored twin streaks of heat as they swished back and forth across her skin, and she shuddered.
The pulsing between her legs grew. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested recently.”
His gaze latched onto hers. “I’ve never … the risk—”
“I said it was fine,” she affirmed.
Would it be too intimate without anything between them? She wasn’t sure and she didn’t care.
After a moment, he spun her with a growl, bending her over the polished wood surface. “Me, too.”
Her legs trembled with anticipation, and she was sure her knuckles whitened from the force with which she gripped the desk. She spread her legs, widening her stance, and gave her ass a slight wriggle.
The gloss of the desk was cool beneath her hands, but she barely processed it. All she knew was she was on Cloud Nine as he methodically rubbed her clit from behind, his mouth caressing the shell of her ear.
“Look in the mirror for me,” he purred.
She let out a breathy moan as he rubbed her clit while teasing her entrance with his cock. Gasping as he pushed into her, she lifted her head, her gaze meeting her reflection.
His voice coiled in her ear. “Tell me, do you like what you see?”
The question caught her off guard, and she peered over her shoulder at him.
“Eyes on you.” He gripped her jaw and turned her head forward. “I’ll ask again. Do you like what you see?”
“I … I …”
“Let me tell you what I think,” he murmured. He drove harder into her, and the desk creaked. “I think you do. I think you love seeing yourself take my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”
She whimpered, gasping as his hand snaked around her hip to rub at her clit again.
His other hand gripped her throat, pressing her back against his chest, his hips slamming into her with every thrust.
She peered at the woman in the mirror. The one with cheeks colored a delightful shade of rose, frizzy hair, and a dress where the top had slid down, making her breasts spill over the collar. The skirt was a mess around her waist, and every movement he made as he fucked her reflected in the mirror.
Her stomach filled with delicious heat, fighting to burn its way out.
They spoke without words, their breaths twisting around one another, swirling into silence.
Crying out, she approached the edge inside her again, the brink shining like the end of a marathon.
“Fuck,” she swore as his movements grew faster. “Ah, fuck.”
“Such a dirty mouth.” He pressed his lips to her neck. “God, look at you. You’re doing so well.” He groaned, fingers tightening at the base of her throat. “Let me hear who your pussy belongs to, Sophie, and come all over my cock like a good girl.”
A few thrusts left her gasping and crying his name, clawing at his desk as her release hit her, her fingers hooking and sliding uselessly against the surface.
He didn’t stop moving, and a moment later, he groaned, grunting as he came.
They lay there for a moment, him bracing his weight on his arms.
Her breath came out staggered, and a shiver ran down her spine as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
After a moment, she asked, “Do you think your desk can take it if we go again?”
He pulled out of her and spun her to face him. A wolfish grin plastered his face. “Let’s find out.”
Sophie popped another bit of fried seaweed in her mouth.
Oliver grabbed a bag of crab chips and cradled it to his chest. “So? What was it like? He stayed at a hotel, but was the car ride awkward as fuck?”
Chloe shuddered. “Like a three-hour date against your will.”
Sophie stopped short as she reached for another chip. Right, I never told them what happened to the original plans.
“Actually, things changed,” she admitted, and explained what happened.
“Oh, God,” Taylor whispered. “You are so fucked.”
“Maybe it didn’t mean anything to him,” Chloe jumped in.
“What, so you’re saying he’s a player?” Oliver asked. “That’s not better.”
“No, I meant that maybe he was freaked out, but he got over it,” she amended.
“Um … there’s more,” Sophie launched into how they flirted the whole weekend, ending with what had happened at his office.
Chloe’s mouth hung open. “I take it back. He’s not over it.”
“Okay … so this guy’s got it bad for you,” Taylor said. “What are you going to do about it?”
Sophie sat back on the couch with the bag of seaweed chips. She could very well abandon James and whatever they had entirely. They danced into dangerous territory and she was the one who put them there. So, it only made sense for her to be the one to take them out.
Her mind raced. That was the easy way, but if she chose that, she would be no better than her exes.
She wouldn’t put James in that position. She couldn’t lead him on with a false string, hoping for something that wasn’t possible.
“Let me rephrase this,” Taylor said. “Do you want to?”
‘Let me be there for you.’
But what was the point if she would only drag him down?
“Yes,” she admitted. “I just … need to think.”
Sophie tugged Chloe toward the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
James had asked them if they wanted to watch the baseball game with him and his friends.
Sophie and Chloe felt the same way about sports, but … they also weren’t about to turn down a visit to Billionaire’s Row.
“I forgot you said he had the penthouse,” Chloe muttered.
“No, I said he had a penthouse,” Sophie corrected. “This building has multiple.”
“Multiple?!”
Sophie laughed. “That was my reaction when he told me, too.”
The elevator slid open, and Luc stood there, smiling. “Hey.”
Chloe made a choking noise.
Luc frowned. “Um … are you okay?”
She waved away his concern. “You’re seeing the same apartment I am, right?”
Realization glossed over his face, and he grinned. “Okay, well … was the trip over okay? I can give you guys a ride back later.”
Sophie wasn’t sure if his apartment was in the direction they had to go, but from the way he was looking at Chloe, she didn’t think it was.
“Yeah, it was.” Sophie noticed the hearts populating Chloe’s eyes. “Uh … is someone in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, Pip. The one in James’s room should be empty, though. He’s on the phone, but tell mec to hurry up,” Luc responded.
She chuckled. “Are you calling him a swear, too?”
Luc snorted. “No, though he deserves it. Mec means ‘bro.’”
Sophie laughed as she approached James’s room. Her hand froze on the knob as the frustrated hiss of his voice stopped her in her tracks.
“No, I don’t actually want anything to happen to him.” He paced the room. “But I don’t care how much you have to give him, or what you have to say. Just make sure it gets done.”
Quietly, she pushed open the door and padded into the bathroom, gripping the counter.
Who had he been talking to? Was this about Lotus and the problem he described yesterday?
She had half a mind to burst into the room proper and tell him to wait for them. Marilyn would come up with a solution soon enough.
But … would he even listen to Sophie if she tried? Would he assume she was thinking about her company, not his?
Pushing the doubts away, she rushed out of the bathroom.
He spun to face her, eyes wide. “Oh, hey, I didn’t know you got here already.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
He blinked. “Did you overhear?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “You said it could lead nowhere yesterday. But that didn’t sound like it was just a false hope.”
“It … became more than that,” he admitted. “Look, don’t worry, okay? I told you, I have someone on it.”
She arched a brow. What did he say?