My cheeks warmed, and I fought back a moan. “You’re distracting me. I’m trying to read.”
His teeth scraped against my neck. “Read later. I’m going to fuck you now.” His other hand pulled down my tank top and pinched my nipple, sending tingles through me.
“Insatiable much?” I asked, smiling as I teased him, trying to resist as long as possible. It always made him more aggressive when I put him off.
His hand was rough, grabbing at my pussy. “I haven’t had you today.”
“And you’re aggravated at having to wait so long.”
“Yes.”
“But if you let me read, I’d be able to tell you they have a last minute cancellation, creating an opening in three weeks.”
All movement stopped as he froze, reading the screen over my shoulder. “That’s just after Valentine’s. Fuck. Tell her we’ll take it!”
“But that’s so soon.”
“We’re fucking taking it.” His voice was firm.
“Are you sure?”
“Are you getting cold feet or something?” He arched an eyebrow at me and pursed his lips.
I shook my head. “No, it’s just…”
“What?”
I rubbed my knuckle against my lower lip. “Freaks me out.”
He slumped against me, groaning. “Why does it freak you out, baby?”
I was silent, unsure how to say what I felt—how my chest bubbled, my hands tingled, and the urge to run away from the conversation grew. “I’m still getting used to the idea that we’re engaged.”
His mouth rested against my shoulder. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.” What kind of question was that?
“Do you want to be with me forever?” He angled his head a little so he had a better view of my entire facial expression.
“Yes.” I blinked and swallowed, though I wasn’t nervous. I just… Well, I didn’t know what.
“Do you ever want to be apart from me?”
My head shook once more. “Never.”
He smiled at me. “Neither do I. So what does it matter when we do it? The sooner we get married, the sooner we can move on with our lives.”
Somehow, his words calmed me. “You have a point.”
He nodded and stared at me with a serious look in his gaze. “And I have a pointer I’d like to poke you with, so fucking tell her we’ll take it so we can celebrate with my cock shoved up your cunt.”
“Ass.” My lip quirked up, and I turned back to the computer.
“Not right now. I need to get off, and it’s going to be in your pussy first. Maybe I can hit your ass up later.”
He was pissy, which meant a quickie. Not that I had any problem with that—the man knew how to get me off in a short period of time.
As soon as I was done and my laptop was on the coffee table, he was leaning over and lowering me down to the floor. His lips found mine, almost bruising with the force of his kiss. One hand was pushing my pants down while the other pinned my arm beside my head. I was already wet from his groping, and even more so when he restricted me, even in the slightest ways.
My free hand reached between us, sliding against his abs until I reached his waistband. I pulled the front down just enough for his cock to join the party. It was more than enough room, because he swatted my hand away and pushed himself into me.
We both groaned as he entered, my hips angling up to get him deeper.
“Damn! It’s fucking Sunday. I should have wrecked this pussy this morning, but you wanted to go out for breakfast.”
I bit my lip.
“You planned for this, didn’t you? You wanted me to attack you like a fucking animal.” He pulled back, then slammed his cock back inside, making the breath leave my lungs and my back arch. “Throw you down like a slut and pound you until you can’t walk. Bruise your skin with my hands and teeth.” Another hard thrust of his hips, accentuated almost every other word. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Then take it. Take me.” He sped up, driving his cock into me at an unrelenting pace.
Talk was replaced with grunts and groans—chants to deities above. Each stroke was delicious torture, pushing me, dragging me.
My eyes and mouth were open as I screamed out, clamping down on him, milking the come from him with each pulse.
“Fuck!” He grabbed hold of my chin as I came down so we were face to face. The man before me was menacing and powerful, and I bowed to him. “Look me in the eyes when I fill you with my seed.”
I shuddered, the sexy words making me clench around him. I loved watching his come-face—the way he screamed out, face scrunched up, the tendons in his neck taut. It was followed by euphoria taking over, filling his eyes, and a lazy smile as the last drops seeped from him.
He collapsed down, trying to catch his breath. “I need a nap now.”
“Ditto.”
My limbs seemed boneless, unwilling to respond to my commands.
Job well done.
I let out a yawn as the elevator doors opened, blinking back the drowsiness fighting to send me back to dreamland. Fingers tangled with mine and tugged, forcing my feet forward.
“Come on, sleepyhead. I’ll walk you to your office,” Nathan said, smirking at me.
We rounded the corner and headed down the hall. I wasn’t paying much attention. I only knew someone was headed toward us, so I leaned into Nathan, making space. Despite my efforts, my shoulder grazed someone.
“Excuse you,” Tiffany said, sneering at me.
“Sorry,” I said. When I realized who it was, I knew she had run into me, not the other way around. I stopped and turned toward her, my body jerking as Nathan was still pulling my arm. “I didn’t realize you were blind. I mean, we moved over for you, but you still felt the need to run into me.”
She threw me her bitch brow. “What are you talking about, crazy town?”
My eye twitched at the name she called me. I was getting so close to laying one of the bitches out, and I wasn’t a violent person. How much more was I expected to stand?
“Why did you run into me? Is the need to feel superior to me, to bully me, that great? What do you get out of it?”
She gaped at me like a flustered fish. “You… I…”
“What? You do know your actions are hostile, and I can file a complaint against you, right? I mean, you would know this if you read the handbook.” She stared at me, unresponsive. “Oh, or was I wrong in thinking you could understand the legal language or read at all?”
Tiffany sputtered but failed to produce any words, her face growing red. I rolled my eyes and faced forward.
“Forget her,” Nathan said as we continued on our way.
I leaned against him, a new pep in my step. “Already have. She’s just a jealous bitch anyway.”
“Has their shit gotten better or worse since I came back?”
I shrugged. “It’s a toss-up. The good thing is they don’t interrupt my work anymore.” I looked up at him. “Do they come to your office?”
He shook his head. “No. I can’t help them with anything, and we’re not in the same department. They tried the first few days, but I shot that shit down immediately. No more bugging the crap out of me and trying to seduce me.”
“Only I get to do that.” I stood a little taller.
He smiled down at me and pulled me close. “I love it when you seduce me.” His lips pressed against my forehead. “Too bad we have an appointment tonight. I’d let you do it right after work.”
I’d forgotten about Dr. Morgenson. Due to the holidays, we hadn’t seen him much over the past few weeks.
“What do you think Darren will say? Do you think he’ll approve of the fast timeline?”
“He’s the one who encouraged us to go forward with our relationship. I’m sure as hell not asking our therapist when I can marry you.”