Page 91 of Unleashed

“Then you’re going to have to deal with the possibility of everyone at the company seeing my bare ass when I bend over.” I yelp as he grips my thighs, lifting me off the floor.

“I don’t like to fire people without just cause, Maren.” He shifts his grip on me, looping my legs at his waist. “But I would have to terminate anyone who looked at you. Without notice.” He lines the head of his dick with my pussy, sliding along my already soaked slit a few times before sinking deep.

We both moan, the combined sound loud enough Ruth would have definitely heard if she was outside. I bite my lower lip, trying to stifle any other sounds that want to come out. I’m not against a little bit of public indecency, but I can only imagine what people would say behind my back if they knew I was fucking one of the owners in his office.

Honestly, a few would call me a lucky girl. I’m sure there’s more than a handful of women here who would love to take my place.

Maybe I could get Trevor to fire them. Tell him they saw my bare ass.

I grip his shoulders tight, the thought of another woman feeling him from the inside making me a little feral. Raking my fingers into his dark hair and holding tight, I crush my mouth against his, kissing him with a desperation that threatens to consume me.

When I can’t stand the thoughts swirling in my head anymore, I pull away, using my grip on his hair to align our eyes. “You better not be fucking anyone else or I’ll kill you.”

Trevor buries himself to the hilt, rocking against me in a way that grinds his pelvis directly against my clit as he smirks. “I don’t think anyone else can handle me.”

I roll my eyes, because it is just like him to be fucking cocky as hell at a moment like this. “Yes, yes. Your dick is gigantic. Very impressive. So much girth.”

Trevor’s smile slips. “I’m not talking about my dick.” He changes the angle of his body, bringing our fronts closer as his movements turn more gentle. Our noses are practically touching as his hand comes to curl against my cheek. “I’m a pain in the ass, Maren. I’m demanding and controlling and bossy. I work too much, and I don’t think I’ve relaxed since I was a toddler.” He rests his forehead against mine, eyes closing as he continues to slowly fuck me against the door. “Every time I tried to date, I always had to hold back. Temper myself. I didn’t want to be too much. It was fucking exhausting.”

I smooth down his hair before circling my arms at his neck, losing myself in how good he feels. “Is that why you’re single?”

He opens his eyes, meeting mine. “No.” He tips his head, trailing warm lips along my jaw, nipping at the lobe of my ear before continuing. “I’m single because this company will always come first, and it’s difficult to find someone willing to accept that.”

Anyone who’s met Trevor should have easily guessed McKinley Security Systems is his priority. It kind of has to be. He’s responsible for so much of keeping everything running smoothly. If he drops the ball, it affects pretty much everything.

“And I don’t expect you to accept it either. I know one day you’ll realize what I can give you isn’t enough.” He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine. “But I’m selfish enough to take everything you’ll give me until that happens.”

“Don’t tell me what I think.” I give him a little shove. Probably not the best idea when he’s the only thing standing between me and the effects of gravity. “I’ve never said anything about the hours you work, or the way you prioritize this company.” And I wouldn’t. Not ever.

I grew up with the most unreliable person in the world responsible for my entire existence. It was fucking miserable.

“And you’re not the only one with priorities.” I’ve always put my sister first, and I always will. That’s why I’m single. I’ve never met anyone who would do the same, and I wasn’t willing to settle for less.

But Trevor would. In many ways, he already has. Zara’s healthcare depends on him. The job that provides us security exists because Trevor busted his ass to make it happen.

And he bought her a fucking petting zoo because she couldn’t get to all the animals in her chair.

Trevor’s eyes hold mine, then he leans in, mouth possessing mine with an intensity that steals my breath.

Or maybe that’s the orgasm that barrels down on me unexpectedly. Never in my life have I had a full-blown conversation while fucking, but apparently it really does it for me.

Evidently, I’m not the only one who enjoyed it, because Trevor comes along with me, the sexiest rumble I’ve ever heard vibrating through his chest as his dick jerks inside me.

I let my head tip back to rest against the door, eyes closing as I catch my breath. “I’m really glad Ruth isn’t here right now. She would have murdered me for this.”

“That would’ve been very hypocritical of her, considering she frequently comes back from spending her lunch hour with Tucker sporting pink cheeks and messy hair.” Trevor carefully pulls out, then lowers me to the ground. “And she wouldn’t kill you. She would kill me.”

“That probably is more accurate.” I do the awkward clenched half-jog required to avoid spillage as I make a beeline for Trevor’s bathroom. I attempt to close the door, but it bounces right off him as he follows me into the room.

I scoff. “Excuse you.”

“There’s no excuse for me, sweetheart.” Opening the cabinet under the sink, he pulls out a washcloth before switching on the tap. He runs it under the warm water before squeezing out the excess and passing it to me. “Use this.”

“Thanks.” I take it, looking around the room as I plop down on the toilet, releasing the little bit that’s in my bladder. “Your bathroom is really nice.” I do a quick wipe with the toilet paper before switching to the cloth. “But why do you have washcloths here?”

“Sometimes I don’t make it home at night. And since Tucker refused to retrofit the bathroom with a shower for me to use, I had to find a workaround.” Trevor opens one of the drawers and pulls out a comb and a tub of pomade, taming his hair before applying a thin layer of product and working the strands into submission.

“Why wouldn’t Tucker build you a shower?” I finish up and toss the washcloth into the hamper in the corner, then dig into Trevor’s pocket for my panties. “Was it too big of a hassle?”