“It’s nice,” he said thickly. He realized his voice sounded like someone had just crammed a baseball down his throat.
“Really? I’ve been working on it all week. I just couldn’t get it right, and then this afternoon, inspiration hit and, like I said, I wanted to finish it before I went home and forgot all the things I wanted to change.”
“It was worth the extra hours. I’ll sign off on the overtime. How many other days did you work late?”
“Just- just today. You don’t have to. I noticed other people were sometimes staying and I didn’t have plans for tonight anyway. I’m sure they didn’t put in for the hours. They were just doing what it takes to get this done as a team. I wanted to be part of that.”
“Right. I won’t cheat you out of it then.”
“Uh… I know I shouldn’t ask, but I saw two men come in here a few days ago. They didn’t look like they were the kind of clients we’d take on. Who were they?”
Jack shrugged, even though his heart launched into his throat. He had to grind his teeth to keep his hands from balling into fists. He hated that Tia had been close enough to where Robber and Rock walked that she’d been able to see them.
“I mean, I wasn’t spying or anything, but I walked by your office and I saw them in there. They looked… dangerous. Uh… maybe that’s, maybe that’s rude. I mean, they were wearing leather and they looked like they were in some kind of biker gang.”
“Biker gang?” Jack laughed, even though it felt forced. He was well aware of the intelligence burning in Tia’s eyes. “They were just some clients. Don’t worry about them. We take all kinds of people here. Money is money, rough or not. They’re looking for some promotional material for a fundraiser they’re doing.”
Tia’s eyes widened and she didn’t even try to hide the shock in her voice. “Fundraiser?”
“Yeah. Some bike rally.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re in a gang. They had patches on the back of their jackets.”
“People who ride bikes often have patches. It’s no big deal.”
“They looked dangerous.”
Jack shrugged, probably too casually. “Don’t worry about them. They just came in to discuss a few ideas.”
“I thought I saw a gun sticking out of the back of one’s pants.”
“No way. Security would never have let that fly.” Unfortunately his security was a piece of shit who didn’t know how to do their jobs, but that was over. He’d fired and rehired real damn fast. “Don’t worry about it. Everything is fine.”
Tia’s lips pressed together. A few minutes of silence ticked by between them. She stood there, holding the paper, her gaze locked on his. Her eyes were full of heat. He wasn’t entirely sure she was actually aware of how she was looking at him. It did something to him, that look on her face, the way her lips were slightly parted, the intensity of her eyes, the sheer concentration.
Because he was stupid, but also because he was sure that they were the only ones in the place and that the door to their department was locked and he alone had the key if you didn’t count the one locked in the HR office in a location that was probably long forgotten, he closed the distance between them in two long strides.
He buried his hands in the cascade of her hair. She’d left it down and it flowed nearly to her waist. It was pure silk, the richest, sweetest thing he’d felt since the night he met her. He knew he shouldn’t do it, that if he had any sense at all, any decency, he wouldn’t kiss her.
But Jack Stevens could never have been accused of being a good guy.
His mouth crashed over hers so hard and frantic that their teeth knocked together. His tongue swept in, stroking hers with a furious passion. There was a whoosh of air as the poster fell from her hand and then her fingers tangled at the nape of his neck. Her nails dug into the sensitive skin and he welcomed the painful intrusion. He devoured her mouth like he was starving. Like he was a man possessed. Or a man obsessed.
Obsessed with her. After fourteen long days, he knew the wait was over. He was finally going to have her again. And this time, he wasn’t planning on letting his mouth and hand have all the fun.
Chapter 13
TIA
Holy Hannah, the man kisses like a bloody demon. She knew what else he was capable of. It was everything else that she wanted to know about. It might be wrong. No, it sure as hell was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t stop it from happening. They were the only ones there. She’d locked the door behind Andy herself, when he left for the night.
No one had to know. No one but them.
It should have been a one night thing, a onetime thing, but they had unfinished business. After dating a moron for four years, and finally being free, she damn well deserved something good for herself.
At least that’s how she justified it. Or how she’d been justifying it for two damn weeks. She didn’t know when and she didn’t know how, but she sensed the inevitability of what was about to happen. Might as well get it done and over with. Maybe then I can stop thinking about it and start sleeping again and everything will go back to normal.
Jack’s hands dug into her waist and he picked her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his broad hips and let him carry her, god knew where, down the hall. She realized, when she tore her mouth from his and saw the glow in the distance, that they were going to his office.
He shoved the door inwards with her back, whirled, and locked it behind him. She almost asked why his office had a lock, but thought better of it. If he’d done this before, she did not want to know about it.
She didn’t have time for words, since his mouth crushed hers. He kissed her breathless, swallowed up the sounds of pleasure and pleading that she made. She kissed him back just as hard, with everything she had.
He set her down on his desk with a hard thump. He spread her legs with his burning hand and stepped between them.
He was right that night. It had been a long time. Waaaaayyy too long and she wasn’t willing to wait any longer. She wanted this.
“Please- tell me- you have- a condom,” she panted, when he came up for air.
“I tucked three in my wallet just in case.”
“Just in case.” She rolled her eyes. “Please. You can’t tell me those were for me. More like just in case you found someone else all alone on a Friday night.”
His eyes darkened and something stormy and hard entered the glistening blue depths. “No,” he said firmly. If she didn’t know better, he’d surprised himself, not just her. “They were for you.”
“How did you know that I’d want to do this again?”
His hands were at her skirt, fumbling with it, trying to tear the zipper in half to get it the hell off. She was tempted to join him, though it was one of the most expensive pieces of clothing she owned. It was the first pencil skirt she ever bought. Sleek and black and designer, she’d paid way too much. It was quality though, and had outlasted just about every other piece of clothing she owned. Why the hell am I thinking about clothing?
“I just had a hunch. We didn’t exactly get to finish last time.”
Jack finally worked the zipper free and slid the skirt down her legs. He had better luck with her sweater, but it could have been due to the fact that her hands were already pushing it off. He divested her of her bra in record time. She was down to her panties, another thong, since the skirt was tight and she was dead set against panty lines.
“Dear god,” Jack muttered. “Do you even own a pair of granny panties? Because I would have bet my life on you having at least ten different colors.”
“I might,” she said coyly. “Or you might be shit out of luck on your betting your life. Because maybe I don’t. Although… I don’t always wear thongs either. When I’m wearing pants, I don’t wear anything at all.”
His response was feral and wild. He nearly ripped his tie from his neck and his dress shirt followed. He fumbled with his pants, undoing the belt and the zipper in one smooth movement. He sto
pped and studied her for a second.
“There’s something wrong with this,” he muttered.
“What’s that?” She paused, afraid that he was going to tell her that they couldn’t do this. It wasn’t right. They were at work and she was on his damn desk, just about butt fucking naked for goodness sakes. Maybe he was going to tell her that he had changed his mind, that she wasn’t as pretty as he thought, given that he’d had a few drinks the first time around.
“This.” His hands encircled her waist and he tugged her off the desk.
She let out a gasp as he turned her and bent her over. Her hands hit the sleek surface hard, scattering papers and files. A box of paper clips went crashing to the floor along with a wireless mouse.
Jack ran his hand over her hip and down her bottom. She shivered at his touch. “Now this… this is just about right.”
Breathless, Tia waited. There was no foreplay this time. Neither of them needed it. The foreplay the other night had just about killed her. She just didn’t think that a man like Jack had actually been affected by someone like her. She wasn’t exactly sexy, like other women were. She knew she looked more like a boy than a girl, with her small breasts and her height and her not so curvy curves. She’d once been told she wasn’t exactly wet dream material.
There was a rustle behind her and a rip and then she felt Jack sheathing himself. She glanced behind her and her mouth went bone dry.
He hadn’t taken off his pants at all. His cock was in his hand, huge and thick. He had just about the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Her sex ached in response. Her entire body ached in response. She wanted that inside of her. God, she wanted him to hurt her with it.
That thought brought her up short. It was the kind of thing a nasty girl would think and along with never considering herself overly sexy, she sure as hell hadn’t ever been able to put herself into that category.
“I’m going to fill your pretty little cunt with this,” Jack purred as he traced a hand over her panties.
Her hips bucked in response and she nearly whimpered at the filthy words. Cunt was a bad word, one that wasn’t even in her vocabulary, but on his tongue, she liked it.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes. I want you. God, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
His hand was replaced by his cockhead, hard and hot even through the condom. He butted up against the thin scrap of lace covering her and she mewled helplessly. She gripped the desk in order to keep herself from sliding right off of it like hot melted butter. Which of course, she was. Her legs felt entirely boneless.
Jack slipped a finger under her panties and pushed them aside. She gasped at the change, just him and her bare skin, just her dripping wet all over his thick cockhead.
“Normally I’d ask you to watch me slide into you, but in this case, the desk is slightly too low for that. Lean forward and let me have that beautiful ass.”
“My- my ass,” she squeaked, suddenly unsure.
Jack’s voice, when it came, was full of humor. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant put your ass in the air and open for me.” He eased her forward further and she went, laying her top half flat against the desk. Her hands gripped the other side, since it wasn’t that wide to begin with. She had a feeling she was going to need to hold on to something. “That’s right,” he crooned behind her. “So sweet. You have a perfect pussy.”
She shivered. His cock pressed against her, but still he didn’t move to push it in. She wriggled against him shamelessly, needing, aching, tortured, half-crazy with lust.
Jack fisted a handful of her hair, which, given how long it was, wasn’t hard. He grabbed it lower down, so that her head didn’t even rear back. Her scalp did prickle a little, but the pinpricks felt like heaven.
“Maybe I should give you my mouth first…”
“No,” she gasped. “Please don’t give me your mouth.”
“You didn’t like it last time? I’m wounded, Tia.”
“No… I liked it. I liked it a lot. But I need you. I need you right now.”
“You need my cock you mean.”
“Yes. Yes, that’s what I mean.”
He shifted and dipped a finger inside and she nearly died with anticipation. He teased her, running his finger over her aching sex, dipping just the tip inside, until her hips were gyrating and she was a useless, panting mess.
“Oh god…” she never thought she’d actually ever beg a man to put his dick inside of her. It felt dirty and filthy and she loved every single second of it. “Please… Jack… fuck me.” She couldn’t even believe that was her, uttering those dirty words.
He plunged his finger all the way inside and she nearly shot through the roof. “You aren’t ready yet, baby.”
It was that word, baby, that she couldn’t stand. It gave her creeps, sent a flurry of sick shivers racing up and down her spine. Baby was what Jeremy called her.
“No,” she said firmly. “Don’t use that word.”
“What word?” Jack’s finger stilled. There was genuine confusion in his voice.
“Baby.” The word was disgusting in her mouth. It was amazing, how a simple word could be tainted forever by the memory of someone, something, worse.
“What should I call you then?” His finger slowly picked up the pace, thrusting inside of her with strokes so hot she saw stars.
“What you called me that night,” she panted.
“Darling? I can do that. I’m just warming you up, darling, getting you nice and wet and creamy so that my dick doesn’t tear you apart.”
Holy fuck. Did he seriously just say that? Her body bucked hard, her pelvis plunging itself against the hard planes of the desk. Her hipbones ricocheted off. It hurt, but the pain was utterly delicious. She imagined him doing just that, and for some reason, the taboo thought sent her soaring.
She floated there, caught somewhere between pleasure and the precipice. She knew she needed something more to send her over the edge. Skilled as Jack was, it had always taken pretty much a damn miracle to make her come. She’d never experienced an orgasm like the one she’d had with him. She knew that this one would be even better.
Wordlessly, since aside from being a sex god, he was also apparently a mind reader, Jack shifted his hand away and then the tip of his dick was there, pushing into her slowly, so very slowly. She writhed against him, wanting to take him all at once, but he stilled her with a hand on her lower back.
“Patience, darling. I’m seriously a big man and this is going to hurt you if you’re not ready for it.”
She laughed sharply. “You have some pretty fine confidence in yourself.” Of course he had a big ego. That just went hand in hand with being handsome as sin and as charming as the devil himself.
“Nope,” he chuckled. “I’m just saying. You’re nice and tight and I’m- not narrow.”
Another flex of his hips and she knew what he was talking about. Lord, he was huge. He felt even bigger than he looked and he looked like a battering ram. Tingles of pain combined with white hot pleasure. It burned, when he pushed in another inch. Her body resisted, and he gave her time to get used to him. He was right. She wasn’t ready.
She wriggled her hips and the wetter she got, the more she wanted him, the worse the frantic need became, the more he filled her. She was sorry that she was thrown over the desk and couldn’t watch between her legs or behind. She was so damn full, fuller than she’d ever imagined she could be, and he wasn’t done yet. He slid in another few inches, hitting spots she wasn’t aware existed within her own body. She mewled and cried, but they were obviously cries of insane pleasure, so he kept going. One final flex of his hips and she felt him up against her ass. She wasn’t sure what she felt, but it was so hot she lost her breath completely.
When he moved for the first time, she lost her mind.
“Oh god,” she panted. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she hung on for dear life.
“Nope. Like I said be
fore, it’s just me. Certainly not a god.”
Despite the fact that she was currently draped over her boss’ desk and he had the world’s most fabulous cock and it was stuffed inside of her, Tia smiled. And then Jack flexed his hips again and her smile faded and a moan erupted from her throat.
She braced herself as he pulled out, nearly all the way. He left the tip inside, throbbing. She ached and she wanted to weep at the loss of him, until he pushed back in again, filing her up. The first stroke was glorious, but when he repeated the movements, she nearly died.
Tia knew that she was probably different than most people. For her, sex was just- well, it hurt most of the time. Unless it was Jack. He seemed to produce an entirely different result. The few times she’d had decent sex before him, which could be counted on one hand, it was pretty much the same. It felt good for a long time. The level of pleasure rose and rose and kept steadily climbing for what was forever, but she never quite reached the peak. As a result, she could also count the number of times on one hand that she’d had an orgasm with a partner. Usually she faked it. God, even alone, she got so exhausted touching herself that it chaffed before she actually got off.
She was worried that it was going to be the same with Jack, that she’d feel good for so long, amazing, but never actually reach climax.
Her fears proved unfounded. He thrust harder, picking up the pace. He pounded into her, over and over again, awakening nerve endings, sending white hot spasms of ecstasy shooting through every single limb. She closed her eyes and let him take her, with each and every hard thrust, closer and closer to the edge.
She climbed with him, braced herself on the desk when his thrusts became so frantic that their flesh slapped together, delighted in the sounds of their joining. Which was shocking to her, since she’d always found sex sounds pretty mortifying, especially when they were coming from her.
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