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I catch Eric’s sympathetic smile before the door closes behind him and before I can speak, James says roughly, “We have unfinished business.”
I turn and the expression on his face heats my blood and scrambles my mind because James is staring at me as if he wants to consume me whole.
“I–” My mouth dries and I can’t form words because my entire body is melting into a puddle of desire under his lustful gaze.
“You’re ignoring me.” He says slowly, and I shrug.
“This is business. I thought we agreed.”
“We did.” He stands and I swear my pulse races along with my libido as he advances closer.
“Sir.” I inject some force into my words in a futile attempt to put him off his obvious desire to reach me because then God only knows what will happen.
“I like it when you call me, sir.”
He is so close his aftershave makes my heart pant and I hitch my breath and say breathily, “James, this–”
“This what, Miss Starling?”
He is so close there are mere millimeters between us and as his hand snakes around my waist, he pulls me close against his rigid body and without any warning he attacks—hard.
His kiss is like a lightning strike. It catches you unaware and devastates before it fades. Any argument I was thinking of dispels on a burst of longing and a quickening of breath that he catches as his. His hand grips the back of my head and pulls me in deeper, his tongue twisting with mine as he captures any words that he doesn’t want to hear right now.
I am immobile and completely controlled by him and it is so freaking hot I can’t prevent the moan from escaping into the mouth currently occupying mine.
The heat building between us is intense, and he pulls me closer, his hand splaying out on my back meaning I am powerless to move. I am trapped against a wall of muscle and yet if I had the choice, I wouldn’t change a thing.
From the moment he walked into the room, I wantedthis. Wanted him and as he pushes me forward, my back hits the hard edge of the huge boardroom table.
His mouth tears from mine and bites down sharply on my neck, causing me to gasp as a mixture of pain and longing fights within me.
I gasp, “We can’t–”
His hand pushes under my blouse and connects with my heated skin and I groan as he twists my nipple, a burst of pain followed shortly by longing.
He tightly grabs my hips, repositioning me onto the table and thrusting forward, causing me to slightly lose balance. My skirt is pulled up high on my thighs while his hard cock pulsates against my eager pussy. I can’t deny I wasn’t picturing this exact scene when he walked into the room and my senses are scrambled as he pushes me back, my hands reaching behind me to steady myself as his hands drift lower.
“James!” I attempt to stop whatever is happening here out of common decency but he says nothing at all, just plays me like a familiar instrument, one he is practiced in and excels at. He knows every move to make, every touch, every kiss to excite me and as he pushes me back on the table, he lifts my skirt and rips my panties aside.
“You’re so wet, my little slut.”
Fuck! He’s not wrong there and by the way, where did this man come from? He’s possessed. Rough talking and downright dirty and it is everything I dream about when I lie in my princess tower dreaming of a man like him.
He forces my legs wide and licks a trail up my throbbing pussy and I shiver with how risky this is. Anyone could come in here because, to my knowledge, he never locked the door and if they did, they would find the boss’s head deep between my thighs, eating me out while I mewl like a kitten who’s lost its mother.
My fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks my clit, his middle fingers plunging inside me and then out, pumping fast and heavy. My body arches toward him, ignoring the fact this is wrong on every level, and wet heat gushes onto his tongue as he takes his pleasure from pushing me to the limit.
White lights flash before my eyes as he transports me from the boardroom to that place in my mind where miracles are shaped. Nothing can touch me here; nothing exists but pleasure and as I climb the mountain, one push is all it will take to shove me over the edge.
I’m only vaguely aware when he moves away from my sodden pussy and then he is hard against me. He thrusts in fast and his enormous length fills me to the hilt and I groan as he pushes up hard and deep, leaving me no room to move.
He grips my ponytail and fucks me harder, faster and rougher, my ass sliding along the polished wood.
I have never been so possessed, so full, and so desired. It’s as if he is staking his claim, marking his spot, and if he pissed all over me when he finished, I wouldn’t be shocked.
As my clit drags against his shaft and his balls slapagainst my thighs, I reach that edge and dive off head first, screaming my release into his mouth that captures my sound and adds it to his feral roar.
He pulls out just in time as ropes of thick cum paint my stomach and thighs, dripping and merging with my own release. A war paint if you like, a statement and a signing of a contract because what happened just now was exactly that. He took, he conquered, and he left me a hot mess because as soon as he is finishes he pulls away and grunts, “Fuck, I needed that.”
