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Atticus seemed momentarily stunned into silence, and I reveled in it. His hand on the receiver was shaking slightly, and he cleared his throat before continuing with the call in a rather strained voice, but his wintergreen eyes never left me.
"All right then, Joshua," he managed to say without stuttering too much. "I expect that report on my desk tomorrow."
His free hand grabbed the edge of the desk so hard that his knuckles turned white as he watched me pleasure myself on his pristine desk. He was barely holding onto his composure as I moaned softly under my breath, falling deeper into the sensations.
I slid a second finger inside me and started to slide them in and out, mimicking the way he would fuck me.
With a final goodbye, Atticus hurriedly concluded the call and tossed the phone aside without a second thought.
"Gwen." He breathed out my name as if it were a prayer. "Goddammit. What in the hell are you trying to do to me?" he growled, his voice guttural with arousal.
I bit my lip teasingly as I looked at him through hooded lids before I whispered, "Take a guess."
Ignoring him for a moment longer, I continued to touch myself until I reached the edge then stopped abruptly.
My chest was heaving, my eyes half-lidded with desire when I finally met his, resulting in electric tension between us.
I had him. He was walking the edge of control.
"Will you make me finish on my own, Atticus? Or will you help me?"
His eyes flicked down to the hand between my thighs. A muscle in his clenched jaw worked visibly as he battled with himself. He leaned back in his chair, his hands gripping the armrests so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
"God, Gwen," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire and conflict.
I watched him, my gaze moving from his conflicted face down to the bulge straining against his tailored trousers. Slowly, I leaned forward, my foot shifting to his chest, and I brushed my fingers over his lips before sitting back and bringing myself back to the edge. With a sharp groan, Atticus inhaled sharply, licking my essence off his lips and closing his eyes as if in agony.
Seeing Atticus lose control like this spurred me on even more. And for the first time in a long time, we both understood each other perfectly. He couldn’t hide from me.
Pushing me away wasn’t going to work. Creating distance wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t going to accept this chasm between us.
He couldn’t put me on a pedestal. I was flesh and blood. His wife. Some very real things had happened to me. To us. And he was going to have to deal with me.
No more hiding.
He moved in closer until he was between my legs, his breath heavy with desire. I leaned back on his desk, my fingers slipping away from their previous position and landing softly on the wood, still glistening.
"Tell me, Gwen," he whispered against my lips, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. "Who do you belong to?"
His voice was silky in its command, sultry and dripping with restrained desire. My heart pounded in my chest, the air between us crackling with electricity.
"You," I whispered back, my voice barely audible but the meaning clear as day. His breath hitched at my surrender, his grip on my thighs tightening.
"Say it again," he commanded, his lips grazing mine tantalizingly but not meeting them fully. The tease was agonizing and sent tremors through me. His eyes were ablaze with a fire that mirrored my own.
I lifted my chin. “No. You tell me. Who do you belong to?”
He lifted a brow, but then his gaze softened. “You have owned me body and soul from the moment I first saw you.”
“Then show me. This thing you’ve been doing… It has to stop now. I’m your wife. Your partner. I will not break.”
He swallowed hard. “Gwen, I?—”
I shook my head. “No, Atticus. I’m serious." I need you to hear me. “No more. Full partner, at work, at home. No more kid gloves.”
His brows furrowed, and he swallowed hard.
"I-I understand, Gwen," he murmured, gently releasing my thighs to cup my face in his hands. His expression was one of both reverence and remorse. "You're right. I've been distant, distracted. In a futile attempt to protect you, I ended up hurting you."
