by Dakota Rebel
Emma fought fire with fire and I just knew, when I finally got my hands on her, where I wanted them, she’d been a fucking demon underneath me. Wild and hot, teeth and claws and fire…
I stepped into the conference room and shut the door behind me, hiding from her as my cock swelled again, thinking about her naked and writhing beneath me. How could I have fallen for her so quickly?
Anger swelled inside me, so hot and sudden that it startled me. I had to know if she’d slept with Max. I had to know if he’d touched her. Tasted her. Fucked her. I wanted her to be mine, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand it if I knew he’d had her first.
I pushed away from the wall and threw the door open, marching back to my office to either put an end to this nonsense, or finally claim what was mine.
Chapter Five
~ Emma ~
Well, that could have gone better, I thought as I wandered back into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
I knew he just didn’t see what I was talking about. It was a good idea. The best one he was going to get.
Honestly, I was kind of glad he’d walked away. The heat in his gaze as he’d stared at me across the table was making my panties damp. It was all I could do not to jump across the table into his arms.
I could not want this man. I couldn’t even like him. He was my boss, for the time being. It was inappropriate, not to mention unreciprocated. There was no use getting my knickers all twisted up for him.
Taking my coffee back to his office, I leaned against the table and sipped it, my mind wandering. What would it be like? To have sex with Griffin? He seemed like he’d be very domineering. Telling me what to do, pulling my hair…maybe smacking my ass.
I shifted uncomfortably as the thought made me flush. Damn it, I had to stop thinking about him like this.
Griffin stormed back into the office, anger flying off him like a physical force. He walked up to me, took the mug from my hand and dropped it on the table, where it fell over and spilled everywhere.
“What the hell?” I asked, glaring up at him.
“Were you fucking my brother?” he asked.
I raised my arm to slap him, so outraged at the question that I hadn’t even made the motion consciously. He caught my wrist, gripping it tightly while walking me backward until my back slammed against the wall, his leg pressing between my thighs and his body molded against mine.
“Were you fucking my brother?” he repeated.
“No,” I said, the word coming out as a whimper. My heart was hammering in my chest and I just knew he could feel the speed of it.
“Good.” His mouth crashed onto mine, his hands still pinning my arms to the wall, his erection grinding against me.
I struggled against him, not to get away, but to get free so I could touch him. I wanted to feel his shoulders, his hair, his face. I wanted to climb his body and beg him to take me right there. But his body kept me where he wanted it, and his mouth never stopped attacking mine, keeping me from making any sound but soft cries of passion.
How could I want this man so much? He drove me absolutely insane. I’d been about to strike him, and now all I wanted to do was feel him inside of me. I wanted him to be my first, I wanted him to be my only. Could I really love a man I hated so much?
“I want to know the name of every man who’s ever fucked you,” he growled, breaking the kiss to nip across my jaw. “Tell me their names. Right now.”
I shook my head, heat flaming up my cheeks as I turned away from his gaze.
“Tell me.” He pinched my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him.
“I can’t,” I said, lowering my eyes to stare at the floor. “I’ve never…there aren’t any.”
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” he asked.
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth as I nodded. I wanted to look at him, to see if he was disgusted that no man had ever wanted me. If he was appalled by my lack of experience. But I was ashamed. Not that I’d never had sex before, but that he’d made me admit it.
He was hot and rich and was probably used to women who at least knew what they were doing. I knew nothing. Nothing except for the fact that I wanted him.
“Well, then I guess we’ll learn all of this together,” he whispered.
I wrenched myself free, spinning out of his grasp.
“Don’t do that!” I yelled at him, crossing my arms across my chest. “Don’t stand there and lie to me. Don’t tease me, or whatever you’re doing.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
He walked toward to me, but I put my arm out. Whatever emotion he saw on my face made him freeze, respecting my wishes for the first time since I’d met him.
“What does that even mean?” I shot back. “We’ll learn together? Do you actually expect me to believe you’ve never done this before?”
“Emma, I swear to you, I’ve never had sex with anyone before. I went to an all-boys school, worked my ass off through college, then built seven multi-million-dollar companies…in between saving my brother’s hide. When exactly was I supposed to have time to date?”
“So, what the fuck was all that? I want to know the name of every man who’s ever fucked you?” I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration. “So, you could shame me for it if I had?”
“I just wanted to know what memories I’d be competing with,” he said with a shrug.
“Oh my God, I hate you,” I said. Tears pricked my eyes and I closed them, fighting the anger and need and love that was coursing through my body. This man was toxic. But he set my soul on fire. What the hell was I going to do with him?
“Really?” he challenged, walking toward me again. “Something tells me you don’t mean that.”
Before I could respond, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me back to his desk. Cradling all my weight against his chest, he reached out one hand and knocked everything off the surface, phones and papers and binders flying around the room.
He set me down on the edge, stepping between my legs before capturing my face in his hands, tilting it up to force me to meet his gaze. His thumb stroked my cheek, wiping a tear that had strayed from my eyes.
“Emma,” he whispered. “I don’t mean to be such a dick. Especially to you. I’m not good at this. I’ve had no practice, no experience. But I need you to tell me that you don’t really hate me. I don’t know how to do soft, or emotional. But I’m in love with you. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to be the man you need. Tell me I can. Tell me you love me, too.”
“Do you really think I’d go through all of this with you if I didn’t love you?” I asked. “You’re a fucking monster. And we are a mess together. But we’ll figure it out. Together. All of it.” I slid my hands over his. “Now kiss me, before I change my mind again.”
His hands trailed down my neck, over my shoulders and down my arms as his mouth crashed back over mine. Our tongues warred against each other, the kiss so fast and hard it was as if we were trying to climb inside each other.
I could feel Griff’s cock pressed against my core, my skirt had ridden up around my hips and there was just the barest whisper of silk between my pussy and his jeans. I mewled into his mouth, a keening sound I’d never made in my life.
I’d kissed boys before, but it was never like this. The need I felt in my soul to have him take me, was new and frightening. But I wanted him. I’d never known it could feel like this, and somehow I just knew that it was always be this way with Griffin. Desperate and hot and overwhelming.
“I have to have you,” he murmured against my swollen lips.
I felt his hands fumble against me as he struggled to undo his jeans and shove them down his hips. His fingers pushed my panties aside, his thumb stroking up my soaked slit.
“I’ve been about to explode since you called me last night,” he admitted. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“Just fuck me,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “We can do good later. Righ
t now, I need you.”
Chapter Six
~ Griffin ~
“Lay down,” I told her, pushing gently on her shoulders until she was on her back on my desk. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“I’m hurting now,” she complained, tilting her head to look up at me.
“Impatient little brat,” I teased.
She looked so beautiful spread open in front of me. I pushed her panties aside, getting another glimpse of her wet pussy. I wanted her so badly, I was in pain, too. But I had to taste her.
I stepped back, kicking my jeans off and pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it all aside before dropping to my knees in front her.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, dropping her head back to the desk so hard I heard the thunk. “You’re going to kill me, Griff.”
I slid my hands up her thighs, hooking her panties around my thumbs and pulling them off then flinging them away.
“Look at you,” I whispered, ghosting a breath over her exposed folds. “So pretty.” She smelled of honey and musk and as I spread her lips open I could see her cream glistening in her dark curls. “So wet for me.”
Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over her slit, flicking it across her clit before moving back down to bury it inside her. She writhed under me, her hands fisting into my hair as her back arched off the desk.
“Fuck. Griffin. God. Fuck.” Her words were hoarse and disjointed as her body spasmed, her sweet juices flooding over my mouth as the words turned to screams.
I stood up and positioned my hips between her quaking thighs. She had collapsed back to the desk and her breasts were heaving as she fought to catch her breath, but her eyes were like fire as she gazed at me.
“I’d love to finger that sweet little pussy,” I told her. “Make you come a hundred more times. But I want to break you open with my cock.” I leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss. “I promise to spend the rest of my life making you scream like that for me.”
I placed the head of my cock at her opening and pushed forward slowly. My body wanted me to rush in, to push and force myself completely inside her. But I wouldn’t risk hurting my girl. As steadily as I could, I inched forward, watching her beautiful face for any signs of pain.
There was a slight wince at the corners of her eyes, but it was gone in moment, and then I was fully sheathed inside her wet heat. It took everything in me to stay still, to allow her pussy to stretch around my shaft. I waited so long, she finally opened her eyes and met my gaze again.
“You’re not going to break me again,” she whispered. “You can move now.”
“God damn it,” I growled, rocking my hips forward. “That mouth of yours. Can’t we just enjoy this moment?”
“We’d both enjoy it a lot more if you’d move,” she said.
I gripped her hips in my hands, my fingers digging deep as I held her still and started to fuck her. She clenched around me, her hands covering mine as I slammed inside of her. She was so tight it felt as if she had a fist gripped around me, and my balls were so tight against my body I knew it would only be seconds before I exploded inside of her.
My spine felt as if it were on fire…and then the world blew apart. I heard her screaming around the sound of pleasure that ripped from my own throat as my cock jerked and my cum filled her tight, beautiful pussy.
I fell forward on top of her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her.
“I love you,” I told her, lifting myself up to gaze down at her. “You’re mine, do you understand me? Mine. Forever.”
“That works out,” she said, her breath still shaky. “Because you’re mine now, too. And I love you.”
“I thought you hated me?” I teased.
“Oh, I think I’ll always hate you.” She smiled. “But there’s a thin line, you know?”
“I’ve heard.”
****
“So, explain this idea to me again,” I said.
We were back at my place, sitting on the floor eating Chinese food and drinking beer, going over her idea to save Sliver. She’d wanted me to go to dinner with my family, but I didn’t want to go without her, and she said she wasn’t quite ready to be spending holidays with the Dunns.
“Okay,” she said, her tone exasperated. “Everyone on social can tell when they’re being sold to. So, these people can’t talk about how great our software is. But, if we set it up so people catch them using it, it’ll spark an underground buzz. So, we hire them to do what they do. Take photos of bullshit, edit the hell out of them and post them to social. But, we get photos of them using our app out at a bar. Or we get someone to ask what software they’re using, and they answer in a DM saying don’t tell, but I really just use Sliver. Then, that DM leaks.”
“We’re going to pay people to act ashamed of the fact that their using our product?” This was a terrible plan.
“No,” she insisted. “We make it look like they’re using a product they’re not getting paid to pimp. Except they are. Look, this is PR genius. If you can’t see it, that’s your problem.”
“What I see,” I said, reaching out and pulling her into my lap. “Is a beautiful woman, who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”
“Is that so?” she asked, shifting to straddle my lap.
“Yes,” I assured her. “Next week, we’ll go find a new building, move you in here, then go ring shopping.”
“Ring shopping?”
“Yes. I need to put the biggest rock we can find on that finger. I want people to see it from space, so everyone knows you’re taken.”
“Taken? Okay, Liam Neeson. Slow down.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Don’t you think this is a little fast?”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Then, no. It’s not too fast. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” she agreed. “Forever my bosshole.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” She kissed me, and suddenly I forgot what we’d been talking about.
Epilogue
~Two years later~
~Emma~
“Mr. Dunn,” I said as my husband stepped onto the elevator with me and a group of Sliver employees who were headed up to the main conference room for a meeting..
“Mrs. Dunn,” he answered, pushing his way to the back of the crowd to stand with me against the wall. “When did you get back?”
“Just now,” I told him. “Are you coming to the meeting?”
The elevator stopped again and more people got on. As we were jostled around, Griffin’s hand slid behind me, pulling up the back of my skirt. I glared at him but he just kept facing forward, only the tick of a smile at the corner of his lips letting me know he knew I wasn’t amused.
“I am,” he said, running a finger over my ass crack. “But I have to run up to my office first. Would you mind joining me for a few minutes?”
The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and everyone else got out. I smoothed my skirt down and stepped forward to hold the door open.
“Charlie!” I called after my assistant. “Could you please let everyone know Mr. Dunn and I will be in soon. They can serve refreshments without us.”
“Of course, Mrs. Dunn.” She nodded to me and my husband as the elevator doors closed.
“Are you out of your mind?” I snapped as I turned around.
He slammed his hand over the emergency stop and the elevator ground to a halt between floors.
“Yes,” he said, grabbing me and pulling me against him. “You’ve been gone for nine days. I’m completely out of my mind.”
“You could have come with me,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, I had no desire to go to a phone app expo.” He pushed me against the wall of the elevator and hiked my skirt up again. “I missed you.”
“We could do this in your office,” I said as I reached between us to palm his erection.
“Why?” he asked. “We’re already here. Alone. There’s no cameras, I already checked.”
“When did you check?” I challenged him.
“When we bought the building last year,” he answered, sliding his fingers between my legs, dipping into my panties and rubbing circles over my clit. “I just knew I’d get to fuck you in here one day.”
“You’re incorrigible,” I said, the words coming out as a hoarse growl.
“Insatiable, maybe,” he corrected, nipping at my earlobe as he unbuttoned and opened his pants. “Climb up here.”
I leveraged myself with my shoulders on the wall as he lifted my hips, shoved my panties aside, and slammed his cock into me.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his fingers tangling into my hair as he pounded into me. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” I said, gripping his shoulders and riding his cock. “So much.”
He came hard and fast, screaming my name until it echoed in the small space. He pressed his forehead to mine and met my gaze, his eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile.
“How the fuck are you not pregnant yet?” he asked, laughing softly as he set me down on my feet.
“I am,” I answered, smoothing my skirt back into place.
His hands froze over his button, his eyes comically wide as he stared at me.
“About nine weeks,” I continued. “The doctor called me while I was gone, but I wanted to tell you in person.”
Griffin picked me up and swung me around, kissing me deeply before letting me go again.
“We really need to get to this meeting,” I reminded him. “We have a hundred people waiting to hear me tell them that we’re the number one photo editing software in the world.”
“Fuck ‘em,” he said. “We’ll give them bonuses and in three days they won’t remember we kept them waiting.” His hand rubbed over my stomach. “You’re really pregnant?”
“Yes,” I assured him. “Come on. Let me get cleaned up and I have to go down. You can sit in your office and be impressed by my fertility, or you can join me at the meeting. But I have to go, babe.”
“You’re so damn bossy,” he said, blowing out a sigh as he released the elevator.
