to me. And he plunders me. There’s no other way to describe it. His mouth is a weight on mine and his tongue is angry.
Fierce heat pools between my legs.
He pulls on my hair as his mouth pushes mine, bending me backwards until my spine is on the conference table.
‘Did you miss me?’ It’s a demand now, as he separates my legs and stands between them.
His cock is hard. I can feel it and unconsciously I writhe lower, trying to press myself against him, to connect myself to him.
His laugh is a dark imitation of the sound. ‘Not now.’
It’s a gruff warning, but insanity is cutting across me. I need him. If I don’t have him I am going to scream. Sense is gone. Rational thought impossible. Even my brain seems to have momentarily forgotten itself.
I’m wearing a grey woollen dress and he rubs his hand over my breast, cupping it, holding me tight as his fingers graze my nipple. The fabric of the dress is coarse and the friction is unbearable.
His kiss is an insufficient prelude. I need so much more.
‘More?’ he murmurs, and I realise I must have spoken aloud.
He pushes my dress up my legs, and groans when he connects with the lace tops of my stockings. He digs a finger under one of my suspenders and then snaps it, hard, so that I make a sound of complaint. It’s quickly muffled by a groan of pleasure as his fingers find my panties, pulling them roughly down my legs.
He stares at me and I wonder if I look as wanton as I feel. Hair tumbling around me like a golden halo, face pink, dress hitched up around my waist, legs spread around him.
His eyes are mocking as they meet mine. ‘Haven’t missed me, huh?’
I know I should say something sassy, pithy. Put him in his place. If his hard-on is anything to go by he’s missed me, too. Or fantasised about me, at least.
‘Like a hole in the head,’ I murmur, but it’s lacking spark.
He laughs, his hands firm around my calves as he spreads my legs wider, and before I can anticipate what he’s going to do he brings his mouth down on me, running his tongue across my opening, lashing me with that same intensity he’s just kissed me with. He pummels me, his tongue flicks my clit, and I am crumbling. I arch my back and stretch my arms over my head, my whole body trembling as wave after wave of need builds inside me. I’m so close to coming that I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself crying out.
‘Have you missed me?’
He brings his mouth higher, dragging his tongue over my belly button, and his fingers push my dress up my body. His fingers find one of my nipples through the fabric of my lace bra and I jerk, because I am too sensitive already. I am only seconds from falling apart.
‘Please...’ I groan, moving my hips nearer to him, needing him to release me from this sensual torture.
‘Please what?’ he asks with a quiet anger I don’t understand.
‘Please,’ I insist.
‘Say it.’
Our eyes clash; it’s a battle of the wills. I don’t care enough to try to win it. At one time I would have fought tooth and nail, but not now. Now only one thing matters to me.
‘Fuck me, Jack.’
‘Here? In the boardroom at my office?’
I am going to hell. I don’t even want to think about what my brain’s going to have to say.
‘Yes. Now. Please. Fuck me,’ I whimper, so hot that I need him to do something. To fix this.
I drop my hand to my clit, but when I touch myself he grabs my wrist and pulls it away.
‘No, that’s cheating,’ he whispers, his eyes on me as he loosens his belt and pushes his pants down just enough to release his gorgeous, glorious cock for me to see. I’ve seen it so many times, but now...? It’s for me.
‘Please...’
His eyes hold mine as he layers protection over his length, quickly, easily.
I push forward on the table, seeking him, and then he thrusts inside me, slamming me hard, and I feel the coiling of a pleasure that I cannot control. It is hot and fierce, and I cry out at the invasion that is so much better than my wildest fantasies.
His hands on my shoulders pull me up; he’s so strong and I am lost in the moment. He pulls me against him and lifts me off the table so I can take him deeper, and I have a fleeting moment of gratitude for the heavy tint on the windows that surround the boardroom. His cock is spearing me, and I am wrapped around him, and he kisses me again—a kiss of such ownership and possession that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to lie to him again.
I did miss him.
‘You want this?’ he asks me, lifting my hips easily, gliding me up his length before pushing me down and making me cry out, my back arched, my nipples hard.
I nod.
‘I didn’t hear that.’
‘I want this,’ I groan, my fingers tearing through his hair, my mind completely scattered.
His laugh is throaty as he lifts me once more, but this time he eases me down to the floor, stroking up my dress as he goes.
I know outrage must show in my face, and I know he appreciates that.
‘You want me.’
Mortification, anger and impatience are firing bullets across my desire.
I reach down and cup his hard-on, my eyes issuing him with a challenge. ‘And you want me.’
He nods slowly, his eyes locked to mine. There is no mockery there now; instead I see something darker. Resentment.
‘I want you.’
He turns away from me, pulling his pants up, buckling his belt, his shoulders set square.
He turns to face me, his expression suddenly businesslike. ‘We’ll talk after the meeting.’
I blink. The meeting. Shit. It’s the reason I’m here but how quickly I’ve forgotten its existence.
My eyes fly to the clocks on the wall, each showing a different time zone. There are minutes to go before the others are expected, which means they could literally arrive now. I run my hands down my dress, then neaten my hair. No time to pin it back into a bun so I just smooth it with the palms of my hands until it sits neatly around my face.
I turn to face him, intending to ask for my underpants back. But the look he gives me is so fulminating that I lose my voice.
‘You look like you’ve just been fucked,’ he says darkly, and I sweep my eyes shut, shame spiralling through me.
What the hell has come over me?
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