“You’re making it very easy for me to fuck you right now.”
What did he just say?
Oh my God. He’s right. I am making it easy. Too easy. What am I doing? I don’t even know this guy, and I’m letting him touch me. I’m letting him affect me. I’m about to let him fuck me. The diamond on my left hand glints against the office light, reminding me I shouldn’t do this. I can’t do this.
“I should go,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice. “People are waiting for me.”
He lets go of my wrists and takes a step back. “People? You mean Jaxon?”
I ignore his question and pull my dress closed, looking around the floor at the buttons he popped.
He watches but doesn’t try to help. “I don’t think you’ll have much luck with those.” I glance up at him and catch a glimmer in his eyes. He nods his head in the direction of the door behind us. “You should go out through here, so that no one sees more of you than they need to.”
You mean like you just did?
My chest tightens at how easily he seems to dismiss me. Wasn’t he just acquainting his mouth with my bare skin about thirty seconds ago? He has me spinning in a tailwind, and I’m fighting hard to regain my ground.
Who is this guy? Or more like, who does he think he is? You don’t just bring women into your office, undress them, seduce them with sexy words and soft kisses, then send them away like stray puppies.
Or maybe he does. I wouldn’t know. Because I don’t know him.
“Yes. Jaxon. I can’t just let him think I bailed on him.”
I’m not an asshole.
“I’ll take care of Jaxon.” The way he says it leaves an ominous vibe in the air. He must sense my tension because he adds, “I’ll tell him something came up. Don’t worry, I won’t mention anything else.”
“Thank you,” I tell him as I walk over to the door and grab the silver knob.
Before I open the door, he is right behind me, holding the heavy wood shut with one hand. I’m holding my dress together at the top, but that doesn’t stop him from sliding his other hand inside the open gap at the bottom. His hand floats across my stomach and down to the elastic band of my panties. The tips of his fingers ease inside, sending a shiver down my spine. He’s close, so close, to my… to me. He leans down, and his warm breath caresses my neck.
I want to run.
I want to stay.
Just turn the knob.
Just let him touch you.
I’ve never been so confused about what I want in my life. My mind tells me this man is toxic, but my body wants him to consume me with his poison.
“Surely you didn’t think I was letting you go that easy? And on your birthday of all days.” The roughness of his stubbled jaw arouses my senses when he speaks.
He remembered my birthday.
My stomach flutters at the gesture and with the anticipation that he may actually touch me… there.
What is he doing to me? Why do I want this so badly? From him of all people. Fight it, Makenna, my mind commands. I can’t, my body screams back.
“You might let him kiss you.” His tongue flicks out and licks my neck. “You might let him touch you,” he whispers and his hand inches further inside my panties until his middle finger feathers across my throbbing clit. Oh God.
I involuntarily spread my legs and invite him inside. He moves his fingertip, and I let out a breathy moan. He’s started rubbing delicious circles around my most sensitive flesh, and I am moving my hips in time with his steady rhythm. God, I’m so wet. I can feel him spreading it all over me. My breath is sharp and short as the pressure inside me builds.
“You might even let him fuck you,” he says as he rubs faster, harder, “but he will never make you feel like this.”
I slam my palm against the door, on top of his. The ring on my finger doesn’t feel as heavy when I grip his hand tightly while waves of intense pleasure roll over my body. I cry out once then bite my lip to silence myself while I come back down from my high.
He pulls my hair off my neck and whispers against my skin. “Remember this, angel. When you’re with him. Remember who made you scream.”