He’d hissed out her name when she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth and squeezed with her lips. From there, Sky worked Malcolm, licking and sucking and driving him to the brink to only ease him back with slow pumps and shallow sucks.
He’d never come in her mouth, but she damn sure was building that orgasm bridge, one deep throat pull at a time.
His Sky didn’t like anyone telling her what to do, and she despised having her integrity questioned. Dean Alston had learned as much when he thought to mention their relationship to Sky at the monthly public Board of Trustees meeting. He hadn’t heard the story from Sky but from a grinning Dr. Mosby.
“She laid into Alston with such eloquence it was hard to remember they were talking about a sexual relationship. Dr. Ellis didn’t raise her voice, although she did raise her fingers as she ticked off each of her points. Then she said something about James Baldwin and not being any man’s prize or exotic fantasy.”
“Wait, god, baby, wait.” With a pop that left Sky’s lips wet and his dick cold from losing her warmth, she released him. “I have a condom in my wallet.”
For a minute, he thought she would ignore him and take Malcolm with her mouth again. If Sky did, he would be helpless to stop her a second time. Malcolm would come, loud and shameless.
She let him get to his feet, which proved a struggle with his pants around his ankles.
Sky was truly in rare form because she hiked up her black dress, pulled down her panties, and placed both hands on his desk, her beautiful bare ass on display and all the invitation Malcolm needed.
“Yes,” Sky moaned when he entered her. “Stay close. Yes, like that.”
Hands gripped hips and held on tight while Malcolm stayed as close as Sky liked, grinding into her and giving her his full length without sacrificing contact.
Malcolm covered Sky’s mouth with a hand and bit on his tie to muffle his grunts. She may not care who heard them right now, but Sky would when she calmed down. An office romance was one thing, but throwing it in everyone’s face by having loud, reckless sex in, well, an office during the day, wasn’t wise.
She seemed to get the point because Sky leaned onto the desk, face buried in her arms and cries captured by skin and wood.
As irresponsible as they were being, Malcolm refused to rush. He didn’t prolong it either, but he did take enough time to bask in the sensation of filling Sky and of having her tight wetness around him.
For two weeks, he hadn’t been himself with Angie recuperating in the hospital. The turning point in her recovery came the third week, with the swelling around her spine reduced and sensation returning to her legs.
This week, he felt his life evening out. Despite the hiccup with the committee, the school year had begun smoothly and without as much talk about Sky and Malcolm’s relationship as he feared. For the most part, people minded their business. Many couldn’t care less. While others, like Dean Alston, acted as if the couple had broken an unwritten ethical code of EBC by becoming involved with each other.
None of that mattered to him, although it did to Sky, who, on this issue, proved far more sensitive than Malcolm. Her current act of rebellion, a prime example.
The rush of having sex in his office, with the department suite occupied by professors during their office hours, made this interlude exciting as hell. The circumstances also had them coming quieter than ever before.
Malcolm slumped onto Sky’s back, spent and mouth dry. “We’re sprawled over my desk, asses out. When you rebel, you do it in grand fashion. Now I’m wondering about teenage Sky. Were you one of those kids who was a hellraiser in disguise and never got caught because no one suspected sweet Sky Ellis had a wild side?”
Slipping out of her, Malcolm moved away to take care of the condom and his clothes.
“I didn’t have a wild side.”
Sky adjusted her dress, a form-fitting V-neck pencil skirt she brought during their weekend trip to DC. He’d assumed, since they were so close to Maryland, she would arrange to introduce Malcolm to her father. She hadn’t. He also doubted she told her father about the trip south.
“But I was a moody sixteen-year-old. I didn’t get into trouble at school, but I did stupid stuff when I got mad.”
“Like what?”
“Take Mom’s car without permission or a license. Throw parties when she went away on business. Maxed out her credit cards. Stupid, childish choices that pissed Mom off and got me grounded.”
“Why were you mad at her?”
Sky stiffened. “I wasn’t.”
Okay, another closed door. Malcolm had two options, ignore the door and back away, which he did every time he slammed into one, or ram into it with his shoulder. Surely, there were more choices than the two he’d laid out for himself.
Tired of Sky’s closed doors, he chose option two.
“As good as things are between us, they could be better.”
“I assume you have something specific in mind. I also assume whatever you want to say to me I won’t like it.”
“You never like talking about your family. I think we should.”
“Every family isn’t like the Styles’. I didn’t grow up like you and Angie.”
“Tell me how you grew up. You’ve met most of my family. A rowdy bunch, but you managed.”
His parents, especially his father, talked about Sky as if she were already his daughter-in-law. Sky’s presence during his hospital visits to Angie, and even without him, endeared her to the tight-knit Styles clan like nothing else could’ve.
Leaning on the edge of his desk with arms crossed over her chest, Sky’s defensive posture didn’t bode well for the conversation they needed to have.
“You want to do this now?”
“Why not? After what we just did, today seems perfect for taking risks.”
“So, you want to risk our relationship by trying to force me to talk about something you clearly know I don’t want to discuss?”
“No, I’m trying to save our relationship by asking you to trust me enough to let down your walls and talk to me about your pain. Because, Sky, you are in pain no matter how much you try to hide it. I mean, just look at you. You’re in fight-or-flight mode.”
“I wouldn’t be if you would stop pushing.”
“Pushing is the only way I’ve gotten anywhere with you. I push, and you give, even if a little. I push, and my nudges give you permission to do what you want to do anyway.”
“Permission?”
“You know what I mean. You’re scared of not being in control, of letting me in, and of truly trusting someone other than yourself.”
“I’ve never let myself down, Malcolm. Never. I’ve also never made promises to myself that I couldn’t keep.”
“That’s not true.” Malcolm planted himself in front of Sky, his chest to her folded arms and his eyes unwavering in the face of her anger. “You’re letting yourself down now by keeping your wall between us. You once told me you’d loved but not enough. This is the reason why. Did those other men who loved you push too much or did they get tired of knocking their heads against your fortified wall and left? Or did you run when they got too close to the truth?”
Sky held his gaze, granite hard and dark with stubbornness but also with fear.
“You’ve been at this point before. Maybe those other men gave you an ultimatum, which shows how little they knew and understood you. I’m not going for a power play here. I’m not pushing because I want to know your deepest, darkest secrets. I’m pushing because I think we have something great between us that I want to build on and last. You know where I’m headed with this, Sky. I’ve never said the words, but you know where I want this relationship to go. I think you want it too, but we won’t work, not really, if you don’t come to terms with whatever happened to you growing up.”
“I know.”
“You, ah, what?”
“I said I know, now back up. I dislike being cornered as much as I loathe being pushed.” He took four steps b
ack. “You drive me crazy. You and those damn sappy emoticons.”
Okay, that was random. He’d texted Sky this morning. Malcolm didn’t recall adding a romantic emoji, which didn’t mean he hadn’t. He was tempted to ask her about the emoji but didn’t want to get distracted and lose his small advantage.
“My schedule is open. Nothing pressing. What about you? Do you have time to talk? We could stay here or go somewhere else if you want.”
“What time is it?”
Malcolm walked to his desk, looked for his phone and found it on the floor along with other items that hadn’t survived the bumping from their bodies.
He picked it up, saw the time and a missed text from Angie.
“It’s a quarter after one. Do you have time?”
“Forty minutes.”
“Good, give me a sec to call Angie. I missed her text when you were having your way with me with your wonderful mouth. Not a complaint, by the way. But you could work on your timing and location.”
Sky stepped away from his desk, her body, if possible, tenser after agreeing to open up to him. She hadn’t bolted or told him to go to hell, which Malcolm acknowledged as a monumental step for Sky and the faith she’d placed in him and their young relationship.
Back to Malcolm, she perused his bookshelf, although he doubted Sky searched for her next late night read. More likely, the diversion helped Sky calm her nerves and gather her thoughts.
“Hey, Angie. I got your text. Are you all right?”
“That’s a loaded question. I do feel better being home.”
“Is Sean there?”
“Yes, he’s working from home so he can take care of me. I wish he’d let me hire a nurse, his hovering is getting on my nerves.”
“You have two broken legs and a hard head. Let the man hover and take care of his wife.”
“Sounds like the two of you made up. That’s good.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I saw a man who loves his wife when, for months, when I looked at Sean I could only see a guy who hurt my sister.”
“He’s the same man. I know Sean loves me. It didn’t take a near-death experience to know that. For him, I think my accident put certain things in perspective. We have a lot to work on. The car crash didn’t change that.”
“So you’ve made a decision to give Sean a second chance. I guess the results of the paternity test finally came in.”
“They came in two days after the car crash, but Sean only told me today. For obvious reasons, he wanted to wait.”
“Are you okay? The baby can’t be Sean’s if you’ve decided to not throw him out and file for divorce.”
“No, he isn’t the father.”
“Good, I’m glad that kid isn’t his.”
Sky turned around, and Malcolm smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
“You don’t need Sean’s ex-lover and child in your life. You have enough to deal with without the constant reminder. I didn’t want to say anything earlier, but I was really worried about you. An affair is one thing, but a kid from the deal makes everything worse.”
“I know. But the baby is innocent. He didn’t ask to be here.”
“A boy, good for her and whoever in the hell the father turns out to be.”
“You’re being mean.”
“I’m not. I’m just glad that woman and her baby are once and for all out of your life. What kind of woman screws around with a married man knowing he has a family?”
“Malcolm—”
“I’m just repeating what you’ve already said.” Malcolm laughed. “Without the curse words. I didn’t know you could be so creative. Whore, bitch, slut, homewrecker. Did I miss any?”
“Shut up. I was mad. Women say all kinds of things when we’re upset.”
“Are you no longer upset?”
“I am. Today, I’m more relieved. For months, all I could think about was the possibility of another woman being pregnant with my husband’s baby and how that baby could change my life.”
“I know. But the baby is someone else’s problem now. A mistake you don’t have to deal with. I’m glad you—”
“I have to leave.”
“What? Wait, Sky. I thought you said we could talk.”
“Sky’s there. Tell her I said to call me.”
“Yeah, yeah, hold on.” Malcolm jumped from his chair, Sky halfway out his door. “Wait, where are you going?”
Shit, people were in the main area of the suite, professors’ doors open and the secretary at her desk, doing a poor job pretending to not eavesdrop.
Malcolm lowered his voice. “I thought we were going to talk.”
“You’ve already talked, and now I have to go.”
He wanted to reach for her arm and stop Sky from leaving. When he glanced around, however, they had a captive audience.
“I have a meeting to prepare for. Give Angie my best.”
With a tight smile, Sky nodded at Malcolm, then left. Half the gazes followed her retreat while the other half stayed on him.
What in the hell just happened?
Malcolm closed the door, stunned, to only remember Angie.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. What’s wrong? You don’t sound good.”
“I’m not sure, but I think Sky may have broken up with me.”
She hadn’t said the words. Nothing even close. But they were in the pained eyes that fled his office. Sky wouldn’t be back.
“Why? What happened?”
“I have no idea. But I damn sure intend to find out.”
9
Two weeks. I’ve given you two damn weeks.”
Malcolm’s fist collided with Sky’s apartment door again.
“Stop banging on my door before a neighbor calls the police.”
“I will when you open up and let me in. I don’t appreciate having a personal conversation over the phone while in your hallway.”
“That’s what happens will you drop by without an invitation. Go home, Malcolm. I don’t want to argue.”
“Too bad because I damn sure want to. Two weeks, Sky. Two. Weeks.”
He didn’t have to keep repeating himself. Sky knew how long it had been since they’d last spoken and seen each other. She wasn’t proud of how she handled the situation, but she needed time apart to think. Sky explained that to Malcolm when he’d called after his conversation with Angie. That had been the last call she’d taken from him. All others, including his texts, had gone unanswered.
Sky hadn’t worried that Malcolm would try to see her at work. Unlike her, who’d gone to his office and had sex with him to prove a point that didn’t need proving, Malcolm hadn’t sought her out at work. A small part of Sky wished he’d had while a larger part of her was grateful Malcolm respected her boundaries.
He had, until today.
Ending the call, Sky opened the door. An irritated and frowning Malcolm glared at her. She deserved both, so Sky stepped aside and let him in. God, he looked good, dark wash jeans, tan leather loafers, a button-up shirt and a quilted jacket. She closed and locked the door, propping against it as she watched Malcolm stalk around her living room like an angry lion.
He wore his hair in a basket weave style, a neat, intricate design that kept his long hair tamed and out of his handsome face. She wanted to kiss those pouty lips of his and take away the pain she’d put in the eyes that lifted and met hers. Sky had missed him more than she thought possible when she’d left his office two weeks ago.
“We need to talk.”
“I know.”
“You said that the last time, then you disappeared from my life.”
“I’m sorry. I needed time to think. I couldn’t do that if you were around.”
“I knew you would run. I thought I was prepared for when it happened. I wasn’t. I have no idea what I did or said that day to set you off.”
Dark-brown eyes traveled her body. Taking in, for the first time, her clothing. She’d missed her Saturday morning run, so she’d thrown on
a pair of leggings and a sports bra, intending to get her workout in at the fitness center downstairs. Ten more minutes, she would’ve had on her T-shirt and tennis shoes and out the apartment when Malcolm arrived.
“Going somewhere?”
“Not anymore.”
“You look really good in that outfit. I want to kiss you.”
Her eyes lowered to Malcolm’s lips, full and plump like always, then back up to eyes that saw straight into her.
Sky didn’t remember moving, although she must’ve. As did Malcolm because the next thing she knew they were in each other’s arms and kissing.
The wireless phone dropped from her hand.
Tongues fought. Teeth clashed. Lips sucked and hands roamed.
Back against couch cushions she went, Malcolm on top of her and between Sky’s parted thighs.
Trembling hands pushed Malcolm’s jacket off and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt until she had them undone and able to slide her hands over a layer of delicious mocha skin and ribbed stomach muscles.
Malcolm pushed up her sports bra, holding the material out of the way for his luscious tongue and predatory mouth. Nipples hardened on contact, tingling and aching for the attention she’d denied them for fourteen interminable days.
Sex throbbed and Sky squirmed, opening her legs wider to feel Malcolm’s erection through his jeans. He pressed and thrust. Lips left nipples to reclaim her mouth and hands found breasts and kneaded with a roughness that blurred the line between pleasure and pain.
No words were spoken as they all but mauled each other on Sky’s couch. Clothes were yanked off. Skin was scratched and bitten. Hairstyles were ruined. A condom was almost forgotten. The minute he slipped inside Sky, hard, bare skin against her soft, wet walls, they stopped and stared at each other.
Malcolm thrust a few times before withdrawing and sheathing. Sky closed her eyes, loving having him inside of her again. The reassuring weight of Malcolm on top of her. The fresh, masculine scent of him around her. The strength of his arms keeping her close, and the taste of his lips nibbling hers. Everything about Malcolm Styles appealed to Sky, and she’d almost thrown this and him away.
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