Page 103 of Say My Name

“And you sat across this desk from me for four years pretending you didn’t know.”

I laugh quietly. “If your ego gets any larger, we’re going to have a structural problem.”

“You called me Big D.”

“It slipped out.”

“Say it again.”

“No.” The answer is teasing, and the smile she tries to hide gives her away.

I move again, slow and deliberate. “Say my name, then.”

“Dominic.”

The nickname makes me want to provoke her. When she says Dominic, I pull her closer and kiss the side of her throat.

I turn her within my arms and lift her back onto the desk so I can see her face. She wraps her legs around me while I slide inside again. Papers shift behind her, and she knocks a pen to the carpet. Neither of us reaches for it.

“You’ve known all this time,” I say.

“I knew two facts.” She drags my mouth to hers. “The rest required current evidence.”

“And?”

“Your friends weren’t exaggerating.”

Pride, hot and immediate, floods through me.

I laugh against her lips. “Tell me what you want.”

Her hands close around my shoulders. “Harder.”

I grip her ass and give it to her. The desk hits the wall once, and we both freeze.

No footsteps follow.

“Maybe slightly less hard,” she says.

“That’s disappointing.”

“The desk cost eight thousand dollars.”

I kiss her and set a pace that keeps it against the wall. Elena holds on and meets every thrust, her breathing turning rough against my mouth.

I reach between us and press my thumb to her clit.

Her forehead meets mine. “Dominic.”

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her rhythm breaks, and she stops muffling the sounds leaving her.

“Come for me, Elena.”

She does with my name against my mouth.

Her pussy clenches around me while her legs lock behind my back. I keep moving through every pulse until I can’t hold back.