LOREN
Knocking on the door, I swallowed before entering, taking a moment. A mix of apprehension and excitement warred in my stomach at what could lay beyond the threshold. Turning the knob, my heart rate picked up, and I pushed my shoulders back as I stepped through.
Atticus’ eyes burned through me, lighting a fire within. I didn’t miss how he trailed them over every inch of my body. I didn’t miss how his nostrils flared or how his pupils seemed to grow in size. But I especially didn’t miss how he gripped the arms of his desk chair, the wood creaking under the pressure.
Unsurprisingly, when Jude had finished his interview, Beau informed us that Atticus had invited us over to the house for dinner. I heard the invitation for what it was, though—an order. It didn’t matter that I had plans with Sax, Atticus called and we ran.
The darker part of me that had been activated meeting these men wanted to rebel and decline the carefully worded invitation and ride off into the sunset on Sax’s bike. Jude’s excitement about seeing Immy and my own need to see the others won out in the end.
Which meant I had to push buttons another way. I was starting to wonder if I had a bratty side or if years of suppressed rage had bubbled up, needing an escape. Whatever the cause, it had me standing at Atticus’ office door wearing his dress shirt, tie, and nothing else.
It had been an impulsive decision I made on my way here, sneaking into his room to grab the items and then ducking into the bathroom to change. I’d purposefully avoided looking at the guards, hoping if I didn’t know who they were, I wouldn’t feel embarrassed later when I met their eyes.
Denial? Perhaps, but it was the best I had at the moment.
Stepping in, I shut the door, turning the lock. My eyes never left him, and I watched as he swallowed, scooting his chair back.
“Bellezza,” he growled, lighting every nerve ending in my body.
As casually as I could, I walked forward, bypassing the chair I usually sat in, and walked around to his desk. My heart was dangerously close to leaving my chest at how hard it pumped, but I stayed the course.
“Yes, Attie?” I cooed, batting my eyelashes. I ran my fingers over the silk tie I wore, drawing his eyes down at the movement. I made it around the edge of his desk, pushing myself to not stop. Moving his chair, I caught the smirk filling his face as he watched me hungrily. He didn’t block me, giving me the courage to continue.
Once the chair was pushed far enough from the desk, I perched myself on the edge in front of him.
“The baser part of me wants to ravage you right now on this desk.”
“But?” I asked, hearing it in his voice.
“The logical part of me knows I have a business call in twenty minutes, and in no way would I be finished by then. You’re a fine course, Bellezza, and should always be given the proper respect.”
His words filled me with fire while also making me swoon. Scooting back, I braced my feet on the edges of his chair.
“Hmm, well, maybe I could help you with your call?”
“The only thing you’ll help with Loren is distracting me beyond measure.”
I smiled, liking the idea of distracting this man. His hands landed on my feet, slowly rubbing them. Despite his words, his hands seemed to have other ideas creeping up my legs. Sliding my feet forward more, I pulled the chair closer.
The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at me. “Why do I feel like that only made you more determined?”
Smiling wider, I didn’t confirm as his hands found their way to my thighs. His face was close enough now that I could bend down and thread my fingers through his hair. Atticus’ eyes closed at the touch, leaning into my fingers as I applied pressure, a soft moan leaving his lips. His dark hair was silky, the length just long enough to grab onto the strands. The shorn sides tickled my palms as I ran my hands up and over them.
Moving my legs out of his chair, I braced them over the armrests and pulled him in closer. Atticus’ hands slid to my backside, and I pulled his head to me. We were in some weird hug, but it worked, and I felt his body relax as I massaged his head. This hadn’t been what I intended, but it seemed to be what he needed. Running my fingers through his hair, I held him close to me, letting him be vulnerable in a safe place.
His hands started to move, and I soon felt the cold air hit my butt cheeks, the shirt moving up. Atticus hissed when he met my skin, warming the cold flesh with his warm palms. “Bellezza, it seems you came in here with a plan.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement, and I did nothing to confirm it outside of pressing my fingers deeper into his hair. A sound of pure pleasure met my ears, and I smiled. It was addictive, feeling in control and eliciting these sounds from him.
Atticus pulled back, his pupils blown as he looked at me with unfiltered lust. He surged up, towering over me, bracing his hands on the desk next to my legs. The growl that left him had me gasping, leaning back at his proximity.
“Are you going to take what you came in here for, or are you going to falter under pressure?”
My heart raced, my spine straightening as I grabbed hold of the tie that dangled in front of me. I knew he was baiting me, seeing if I’d rise to the challenge, but it was the push I’d needed, continuing to prove that Atticus understood a part of me I was only beginning to.
“Your mouth could be used for something else instead of pissing me off,” I said, pushing him back into his chair and tugging him forward as I trapped him against the desk with my legs. We both knew he could break it, but he let me take control, submitting to me for once. Wrapping his tie around my hand, I pulled him closer, my breath hitching as power coursed through me.
It was a dangerous emotion, one I could easily become addicted to, but one I knew he wouldn’t let me drown in. His umber eyes smoldered, lighting my skin on fire as I held him in my grasp. I unbuttoned the bottom of the dress shirt with my free hand, the tails falling over my legs. My wet pussy was on perfect display, my desire evident for Atticus to see. He growled, his eyes glued to my glistening folds, and the sound pushed me over the edge.