I wanted to bring my hands behind his head, but the length of his tie was too short. The reality of the situation hit me. We were having sex in his office. At his place of work. I was almost on show.
Without warning, he stood again, and wrapped both of my legs around his waist as he supported me under my ass again. He walked several steps, his hard cock still inside me, and I gasped as my back hit a wall of cold. The window that showcased Carwyn City’s skyscrapers.
Now I really was on display as he thrust against me, each fresh welcome invasion into my body one of deliberation and territory-marking. I made small sounds around the gag as his body slammed into mine and the glass behind me cooled my back.
Could anybody see us? Did I care? Hell no, I didn’t. Ihopedthey could see. I wanted everyone to know that Patrick Crenshawe was fucking me in his office, that I was his to fuck.
The more my thoughts ran away with the idea of being watched while this powerful man thrust inside me, the faster my desire climbed, and soon my muscles began to tighten again, even my toes curling, as my body prepared for release.
Patrick had one hand under my ass still, the other buried in my hair, and he tugged to the side, exposing the curve of my neck for his kisses as I exploded, pulsing around him.
His breaths quickened until he drew a shuddering inhale and every part of him tensed as he held himself still inside me.
He gave a couple more slow thrusts, easing himself partly out and back inside me before he drew the tie from my mouth. I allowed my head to fall forward so my cheek rested against his shoulder.
The hand in my hair became a caress, and he stroked me gently. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.” I could only mumble as I waited for the Jell-O sensation to leave me.
My entire body was floppy and I could have slept in exactly this position, even though my ass was bare and squashed against a window for anyone with a pair of binoculars or a telescope to view.
He chuckled, and the sound rumbled through me from where we were still pressed together. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
I didn’t want to remove his scent from me, although I couldn’t really remain pressed up against a huge window, impaled on the man all day. He walked us back to his desk, and sat me down as he removed his tie from my wrists, his movements tender and careful. His respect for me was absolute.
“There’s a bathroom just over here,” he said, as he pushed open a door that looked like part of a bookcase. He led the way inside, then glanced at his tie as he refastened it, trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles with his hand. He turned on the faucet and handed me a soft cloth.
He cleaned himself off quickly and neatened his clothing. “I’ll just be outside when you’re done.” He stepped back out of the door.
My body still throbbed in a delicious way occasionally as I wiped carefully over my sensitive flesh and put my own clothes on straight before rejoining him, but no sooner had I emerged from the bathroom when the door to his office flew open and Davina charged inside, her eyes blazing with the kind of fury I’d seen in Patrick as well.
“What the hell?” she demanded, pointing at him. “What the hell are you doing now? You know I can’t compete with your moves, so what are you playing at?”
“Good morning, Davina.” He kept his tone neutral and pleasant, apparently not at all affected by his sister’s display of temper.
“Don’t you fucking ‘good morning’me.” She spat the words at him, eyes still blazing. “You’re not playing fair by sending Mom on this extravagant vacation — one that you clearly didn’t think of all on your own because it’s really not your style, if we’re honest, is it?” She didn’t wait for him to reply before she continued, intent on exorcising all her bad feelings before letting him speak. “Look, you can’t be the richest man on the planet and be Mom’s favorite all at the same time. It’s just not fucking fair.” She turned and stalked to the window, her breathing rapid, her chest rising and falling. “For fuck’s sake, Patrick,” she grumbled as she looked out at the view. “You’re always doing shit like this. Would it kill you to include me?”
She spun around as though she was going to walk to the small seating area on the other side of the office, but she stopped abruptly when she saw me. “Oh.”
I laughed lightly. “Good morning, Davina.”
Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the air in the office. “Oh, ugh.” She wrinkled her nose. “For God’s sake, Patrick. Can’t you even keep it in your pants at this time in the morning?” Then she left as abruptly as she’d entered, in a whirlwind of energy.
Patrick laughed softly. “She’ll get over it.” He looked at me. “I’ll talk to her later. Do you mind if I share my reasoning with her?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to add to any issue between them. “No, it’s fine.”
“As soon as she’s calm, she’ll be more reasonable, anyway,” he said as he looked at his closed office door. “It’s a good thing she didn’t get so angry any earlier, though, or we would have had a guest.”
My cheeks warmed. “I should get back home. I didn’t intend to…” I hesitated. “Stay so long.” I looked away. I’d only come to see what he was playing at, like Davina.
“Always a pleasure.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I glanced away before clearing my throat.
“I really should get back to Mom’s. I left Wesley and Charmaine there. They’ll think I’ve ducked out of all the work.” I grimaced, my mouth stretching and my nose scrunching. “I still have so much to sort through to try and find what my dad was looking for.”
He met my gaze, the light in his eyes suddenly different. There was a curiosity there now, but it was as though anything business-related drew him in and captured it. I was talking to Patrick the CEO, even if the end of his tie was still crinkled from the shape it had been forced into inside my mouth.
“And how’s that going?”