“—due diligence,” Greg says. I didn’t notice him start talking again. “The final negotiations—”
“Will have to be discussed next week.” I laugh to cover up how much I want this prick off the phone, now. “I’m sure we can’t do that after drinks tonight.”
He laughs too. “Of course.”
“Call again if something comes to mind before we meet.”
“I will. And there was one other—”
“So sorry. My next meeting just walked in the door. Leave a message with my secretary.”
The phone barely makes it to the cradle before I have my hands on Bristol.
I had a plan for this. I had a plan for fucking her. I was going to make it hot and humiliating and make her understand, in painstaking detail, what I was taking from her. I was going to drag it out. I was going to make it hurt. I was going to make her cry.
Bristol straddles my lap and I shove her panties to the side. She’s trembling, her cheeks red. “Now?”
“Right fucking now.”
Those eyes get wider, and I take her face in my hands. “You’ll love it. I’ll make you love it.”
I have to, because I need her. To hell with all my plans.
I put a hand on her hip and guide her down until my tip meets wet flesh. Bristol bites her lip, braces herself on my shirt, and lowers herself down.
“Oh, fuck. You’re tight. Keep going.”
“I really want this,” she murmurs. “I really, really want this.”
I can tell she does. She’s as earnest as she was when she was sucking my cock. Tight and gripping andtrying.
“Yes, sweetheart, you do. Fuck. Good work. Take more.”
I’m halfway inside her when she starts to lose it. Push harder against me. “I want this,” she says again.
Bristol rises up and sinks downhard,almost frantic.
She gasps, her hands going to fists on my chest, and I know it must have hurt. My nerves thrill to the startled ache in her eyes. I want to hurt her more. I want to drag desperate sobs out of her. I want her to beg me for mercy. I want her to beg me for everything.
Not yet. Notyet.
Bristol’s still pulsing around me, caught between pleasure and pain. It’s written all over her face. In her wide, green eyes and her parted lips. A silent plea.Help me.
The man who belongs in this office would help. He’d still fuck her, but he’d be decent.
I wrap my hands around the back of her neck and kiss her.
“Just stay,” I murmur against her mouth. “Stay. For a minute, Bristol. Just a minute.”
Her body relaxes into the kiss. She lets me take more of her weight. Sweet tension in her thighs keeps me in place inside of her. Bristol doesn’t lift away.
She’s staying.
I lick her bottom lip, and her sweet cunt tightens around me. She shivers, but then—before she’s ready, I’m sure of it—she starts to rock her hips.
“Better,” she says. “Oh, that’s better.”
She’s hotter and wetter every second.