by Ivy Smoak
"James, don't you have a lot of work to catch up on? And someone might stop by to talk to..."
He pressed a finger down hard on my clit.
God. My back immediately arched.
His finger moved away as quickly as it had come and I felt his tongue slide down my stomach. "You're so bad at this."
"James."
"Penny." He poured more coffee on my stomach. I felt it flow downward and pool in my belly button. "How about you tell me why you were upset earlier." He kissed the side of my neck.
I kept my mouth shut.
He ran his fingers up the insides of my thighs and lightly nipped the top of my thigh, right beneath where I wanted him most.
I moaned softly.
"Tell me." He kissed the same spot and his hot breath lingered between my thighs.
I needed him. "You kissed Isabella."
His hands fell from my thighs. "What?" The seduction from his voice was gone.
I didn't want to tell him about how Isabella had tricked me. Not when I couldn't see his reaction. Not when I was tied to his desk with no clothes on. "I saw you," I lied. "Last week when she came here to talk to you and you ditched me for lunch." I pulled on the phone cord and made the drawer slam shut again. "I saw you kiss her."
"Jesus, Penny, why didn't you say something sooner? I didn't fucking kiss Isabella."
He was awfully defensive. The anger in his voice was palpable. "I saw you." I bit my lip. It wasn't really a lie. I had a photograph proving it. I tried to move again, but the phone cord dug into my wrists.
"Stop." He grabbed my arms to make me stop moving. With his other hand, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip again to keep me from biting it. "Then you only saw it for less than a second. Because she tried to kiss me, but I shoved her off immediately. I thought she was hugging me goodbye."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because there was nothing to tell. Isabella means nothing to me. I wasn't going to upset you for no reason."
"For no reason? Your ex wife kissed you and now you've been exchanging phone calls. You said she was being nice. What was I supposed to think?" And she's been harassing me.
"That I would never cheat on you."
I pressed my lips together. I immediately felt more liquid being poured onto my stomach. "James, I don't want to play this game anymore. Untie me."
"You don't trust me." He didn't ask it, he said it as a statement.
I wasn't sure if I did or didn't. I wanted to. Rob had made it seem like he hadn't cheated on me during his bachelor party. And James had just proved my suspicion that the kiss with Isabella wasn't what it seemed. Everything that Isabella had sent me was complete bullshit. "I do trust you."
"You don't. How do you not know how I feel about you after all this time? After everything we've been through?"
"I'm sorry. I do trust you."
"You trust me with your body." He ran his hand down the side of my waist and over my hip. "You're so beautiful." His voice sounded sad.
"James, I trust you."
"Not entirely."
"I do."
"Then prove it."
"What?"
He sunk his finger deep inside of me.
Fuck. I was just about to arch my back, but he grabbed my breast hard and held me down against the desk.
"Stop moving." His voice was forceful. He slid another finger inside of me, stretching me wide, and squeezing my breast even harder.
My body squirmed and his fingers immediately slid out of me. His tongue lapped up the coffee. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach and poured more coffee.
I felt his breath between my thighs again.
"If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn't have proposed to you." He thrust his tongue deep inside of me.
Oh my God. I could feel his anger with each ferocious stroke. He was devouring me. I knew he was punishing me, but it felt so amazing. His tongue was even warmer than usual because of the hot coffee. It felt unbelievable. I moved my heels to the edge of the desk so that I could get some leverage to match his strokes, but his tongue stopped and the warmth was gone. "James." I wanted to grab the back of his head and hold him in place. I pulled against my restraints again.
"Stop moving." He lapped up the coffee, his tongue somehow even arousing me when it wasn't deep inside my pussy.
"James, this isn't proving..."
He grabbed my hips and flipped my body so that my stomach was pressed against his desk. My feet barely touched the ground. I could feel papers sticking to my stomach. He slapped my ass hard. "Why aren't you listening to me?"
I liked the sting of his palm. And he knew it.
He slapped me again. "Why don't you trust me?"
"You proposed when we were still in Delaware. You could have changed your mind. It's been two and a half years."
He slapped my ass again.
Fuck.
He slapped me again in the same spot and then gently massaged my ass cheek. "And all I've done is love you."
He was right. Each and every day, he always told me and showed me just how much he cared. I didn't doubt his love. I was an idiot for thinking those pictures were real. "James..."
He slapped my ass again and slid his fingers back inside of my wetness. Not slow and loving, but fast and rough. He was fucking me hard with his fingers and I couldn't focus on what he just said like this. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands as he picked up his rhythm. I needed more. As if answering my unspoken thoughts, he ran his thumb against my clit. I moved my hips back into him.
His response was a hard slap against my ass. "You're getting cold feet."
I clenched around his fingers, feeling them even more intensely. "I'm not."
His fingers moved even faster. "Don't you dare come."
"James..."
He slapped me again. "Not until I tell you to." His thumb began to massage my clit in rhythm with his fingers fucking me relentlessly.
"I can't." I gripped his desk even tighter.
He slapped my ass again. "Why don't you trust me?!"
"Because you're too good for me!" I was surprised by my own honesty. But that was it. All of it stemmed from my own insecurities. Why on earth was he marrying me?
"You have no idea how you make me feel." He removed his fingers and slammed his cock deep inside of me.
I moaned way louder than I meant to. He felt so good inside of me.
"You have no idea how much I need you." He thrust faster, pressing my hips against the edge of his desk. "How much I crave you when we aren't together." He pulled my hair so that I was arching my back.
The phone cord dug into my wrists, but I barely noticed. It was like he was fucking me back in his office at the University of New Castle, savoring how he felt inside of me, enjoying it more than he knew he would. Each thrust made me climb higher and higher as his hips slammed into my sore ass cheeks.
"How much I love you." His pace was relentless.
"I love you too." Tears starting biting at my eyes. It was too intense.
He tilted his hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot of my anatomy that made me lose control. "Then come for me."
As soon as I clenched around him, he exploded inside of me. The familiar warmth spread up into my stomach, more forcefully than it ever had. I came hard as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
His groan of satisfaction made me feel more secure than I had in days. And he was suddenly being slow and gentle with his strokes. As if he needed me to know that it was more than just fucking to him. But I knew that. I had just gotten in my own head. He loved me just as much as I loved him.
He groaned again before pulling out of me.
I sighed and let my body relax against his desk. I had missed this feeling.
His fingertips trailed up over my ass, back, and neck until they slowly began to untie the silky tie from around my eyes.
"You're the one that's too good for me. I know you don't believe me, because you're too stubborn to listen to my reasons."<
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I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face. This wasn't the first time I had told him he was out of my league. No matter what he said, I didn't understand. Because he was James Hunter. It would never make sense to me. He had chosen me for some reason. I was the luckiest girl in the world. I was always just worried the luck would eventually wear off.
"We were never going to be just a one time thing, baby." He kissed the side of my jaw. "We never could be. I can't even role-play that scenario anymore...Miss Taylor."
The tie fell from my face and I opened my eyes. James was kneeling in front of me smiling. He was staring at me intently.
"Soon to be Mrs. Hunter, I hope?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I just missed you and..."
He silenced me with a gentle kiss. "It's okay. But don't be afraid to talk to me about how you're feeling. You need to trust me." He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. "I would never cheat on you. You mean the world to me. All I need is you."
"I do trust you." I felt so foolish. I looked down at my hands and then back up at him. "Are you going to untie me?"
"I think I'd rather work like this." He sat down in his chair with a smirk on his face.
I laughed.
He buttoned up his shirt and put his tie back around his neck.
"Really, I need to get back to work." I lifted my wrists as much as I could.
He looked down at his watch. "You probably should get back. I actually have a lot of work I need to get through." He rolled his chair forward and slowly untied the phone cord from my wrists. As soon as my hands were free he kissed the inside of each of my wrists. They were red from me pulling on the cord so much. He glanced back up at me.
"It's okay. I liked it."
He ran his thumbs along the insides of my wrists. "You're definitely everything I need."
I pushed myself up and leaned forward to kiss him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, kissing me hard before setting me back down on my feet. When he pulled back he had that boyish grin that I loved so much. I took a deep breath. We were good.
"Let's find your clothes," he said with a wink. His hands fell from me as he leaned down to grab my bra.
There was a paper stuck to my sticky stomach. I peeled it off, but before I could look at it, James grabbed it. He crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
"What was that?" I asked as I put my bra back on.
"I got distracted this morning. I keep rewriting my vows to you."
My eyes darted back to his face. "James, I thought we agreed to just repeat the words that the minister says. You know I hate public speaking."
He smiled and handed me my shirt. "Baby, you're great at public speaking. You would have gotten an A in my class if you hadn't started sleeping with me. Or if we hadn't gotten caught."
I laughed and pulled my shirt on over my head. It stuck awkwardly to my stomach even when I tried to smooth it into place. I needed to go to the bathroom to wipe some of the stickiness from the coffee off of me. "We didn't really get caught."
"I know." He grabbed my waist and pulled me back against his chest. "My horrible ex wife, who I have absolutely no feelings for whatsoever, who I definitely don't want to kiss, gave us away."
I straightened his tie for him. "Who I want you to stop talking to."
"Okay. Done."
"Yeah?"
"All my friends say I'm whipped anyway. Might as well prove them right."
I lightly pushed his shoulder. "I'm not trying to boss you around."
"I know." He ran his fingers through my hair. "I just want you to be happy. I think Isabella was serious about getting my parents to come around or I would have hung up on her. I know you still want that."
I shook my head back and forth.
"You really don't want them to come?"
"No. I was the one that uninvited them, remember?"
He raised his left eyebrow.
"Fine. I'd still like them to accept me," I said. "Even though they're horrible. Maybe. But I don't want them to be forced into it by Isabella. I don't want her help with anything."
"Fair enough. No more Isabella. She is officially out of our lives."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"And that's why you talk to me when you're upset. So I can fix it. Now where did your underwear go?"
I laughed and grabbed my thong off the ground.
James' eyes wandered up my legs as I pulled my thong and skirt back on.
"So much for waiting until our wedding night," I said.
"Insatiable as ever."
"You turned it into a game. You know how competitive I am."
He laughed. "That's not why you caved, though. You caved because you needed me. Just as much as I always need you. That's why we're getting married. There was no reason to hold off on having sex until our wedding night. We already know where we both stand." He tossed the phone at me. "Tell Nita to get me a new phone."
"No way. I'm not doing that." I threw it back at him. "I'm not her boss. And I don't want to have to explain what happened to it."
"So you want me to explain what happened?"
"Don't you dare. Just tell her it fell off your desk. And please don't make her clean up this mess." I walked to the other side of the desk and picked up a frame that had fallen. The glass was shattered. It was a picture of James and I at the beach. He had this habit of staring at me instead of the camera whenever someone was taking a picture of us. This one wasn't any different. I was smiling and he was looking at me with the most loving expression on his face. Like I was the only thing he saw. "I love this picture."
"We'll have a better one soon." He grabbed the broken frame from me and pulled out the picture. "Of when we share our first kiss as husband and wife. That's the one I'll want on my desk." He handed me the photo and tossed the frame in the trash. "Now that the other marketing interns know we're together you can have a picture of me. I'll get you a new frame."
I smiled back up at him. I had no idea why I had ever doubted him.
"And don't worry about what Nita thinks. She is very aware of the fact that your afternoon lunch visits the past few years sometimes resulted in sex because I always asked her not to disturb us and winked at her."
"No you didn't..." I stopped when I saw the playful expression on his face. "James! You didn't really, did you?"
"You'll never know. And besides, everyone who walked by my office recently knows we just had sex. You were pretty loud."
"I was not."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we'll see."
My face turned red. "I wasn't loud."
"You should probably get back to work, Miss Taylor. I have a ton of work I need to get done this week so I can marry you." He sat back down at his desk.
"I love you."
He smiled at me. "I love you so much."
I walked out of his office with a huge smile on my face. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
Sierra cleared her throat when I sat down at my desk and leaned toward me. "Your hair is a little messed up," she whispered and touched the side of her head.
"Oh, thanks." I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Was it super windy outside or something?" she asked.
I had told them all that I was going to make a quick phone call after lunch.
"Yeah, the wind has really picked up." Please stop talking about this.
"Weird. I always check the weather forecast, and I didn't think there was a storm coming. I should have worn a jacket."
"Sometimes they just sneak up on you." My eyes were glued to my computer screen.
"You just had sex, didn't you?" Tavon asked.
"What? Psh. No."
Tavon laughed. "You just fucked James in his office."
"I did not." I ran my fingers through my hair again. I could feel Zach staring at me. He was clearly judging my relationship.
"Then why are you blushing?" Tavon said.
"I'm not. It's just
hot in here."
"And the sex hair?"
"The wind."
Zach laughed.
I looked up, surprised that he was laughing.
"Make up sex is always the best," he said. "Just makes you want to keep coming back for more."
I rolled my eyes.
"Did you really just have sex in his office?" Sierra asked.
I sighed. They had caught me red handed. "Fine, you caught me."
"You two don't have much self control," Tavon said.
"It's not like we do it in his office all the time or anything."
"Office sex seems like so much fun." Sierra immediately blushed after saying it.
"Maybe I can help you make that fantasy come true?" Tavon said.
"I don't think so," she said. "I just meant in theory."
"It's fun in reality too."
Sierra looked back down at her computer screen. "We work at an open desk pod. We can't have sex here."
"But you want to have sex with me?"
She laughed. "I didn't say that."
"We could do it in the copy room. Or the mail room. The possibilities are endless really."
Sierra's face turned more and more red each time Tavon spoke.
"So, everything's good in paradise then?" Zach asked me.
"Really good, yeah."
"Good. You know guys, the bathroom always works too," he said, joining in Sierra and Tavon's conversation.
I shook my head. I really didn't think there was much of a chance that Sierra was going to hook up with Tavon.But I never thought that I'd hook up with my professor. And I never thought Tyler and Melissa would get together. Sometimes you found love in the most unexpected place.
Tavon stretched. "I could use a bathroom break right now, actually. If you wait a minute to follow me, no one will suspect you." He winked at Sierra.
Sierra shook her head back and forth, but I watched her stare at Tavon as he walked away. I couldn't help but think she was in way over her head with him.
Chapter 27
Thursday
I woke up to the sun streaming in through the window. James was still sleeping peacefully. We had gone to bed after a shared shower, and his hair was slightly curly in that way I loved. It reminded me of being in the rain with him.
The past few days had been amazing. I was finally able to focus on how excited I was about the wedding. I bit my lip. I was incredibly nervous about the vows. We hadn't talked about it again, but I was pretty sure he was going to say his own. I needed to come up with something. But no matter what I wrote down, I felt like it wasn't good enough. Like he was going to be grading me on my response. I shook the thought away. He wasn't my professor anymore.
