“Please what?” I step out of her reach, and she grinds against the air.
“Make me come.”
Her death stare turns into one of lust as I thrust two fingers inside of her.
My cock aches to replace them, and my movements grow desperate to match.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, quieting her moans. I press my thumb against her clit and rub it in slow circles. My fingers brush against her G-spot, and her knees buckle as she clutches onto the desk for stability. She unravels, her legs dropping out from underneath her as she comes.
She is completely dazed as I undo my belt buckle and pull down my pants. I’m quick with putting on the condom, ignoring the way my chest tightens at the idea of disregarding my duty for her.
It’s only a matter of time before she comes around to the idea. Give her time.
I push my erection against her opening. She bolts upright, but I push her flat against the desk.
I lean forward and press my chest against her back. “I could come at the sight of you, ass up, facedown, and wet for me.”
“That would be quite disappointing, to say the least.”
She releases a sharp breath as I push her hair aside, revealing her neck. I kiss the spot that seems to drive her wild. She bucks under me, pushing the tip of my cock into her. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop my groan, although my eyes roll back into my head. Never have I felt this kind of connection to someone else. Over the years, I forgot what it felt like to desire someone. To be driven by the need to possess them in every single way.
I have a meeting in five minutes and I’m too busy fucking her to prepare for it. In fact, it turns me on to consider them waiting outside, listening to how good I make Iris feel.
Iris doesn’t seem pleased with my lack of action as she uses the edge of the desk to push backward, and I sink farther into her.
I grip onto her hips. “You’re not in charge here.”
“Oh, honey. I’ve always been in charge. You just were too caught up in yourself to realize who was running things around here.” Her wide grin steals my ability to breathe.
I ram into her, and her gasp of air makes me smile.
“You were saying?”
She laughs.
It stirs the wild side of me that I keep under lock and key. I withdraw, only to thrust back into her with punishing strength. Her dilated eyes still reflect amusement, and it drives me feral that she doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by this connection. Desperation claws against my chest to show her who holds the power between us.
I take out my frustration on her body. My hands grip onto her waist as I ram into her over and over again. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and her grip on the edge of the desk slips along with her control.
You’re not in charge here, my ass.
A knock against the door makes Iris’s eyes widen.
“Mr. Kane? I wanted to let you know I’m here for our meeting at three.”
I lean forward and press the pad of my thumb against her clit. “Talk.”
“Hi, Mr. Davis. We’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Her cheery voice doesn’t match the arousal in her eyes.
She attempts to shift away from me, but I hold her in place.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“You’re not dismissed yet.”
“Asshole.”
I withdraw my cock and trace the seam of her ass with the tip. “Does that mean yours is on the table?”
“I will murder you with a dull pencil if you try.”
I shrug. “Pity. Maybe next time.”
I smile as I slam back into her without warning. Her gasp fills me with pride while the trembling of her legs makes me crazed. Fucking Iris is quickly becoming my favorite pastime, where each round feels like a battle of who will surrender first.
A tingle shoots down my spine as I fight off the urge to come. I work hard for each gasp and moan that makes it past her lips, and I feel victorious as she comes around my cock. Her legs give out, and I hold her up as I thrust into her over and over again until I find my own release.
The relief is all-consuming, filling my vision with black spots as I come.
She claws at the desk as I ram into her one last time. My own legs threaten to give out, but I refuse to withdraw yet. I don’t want to kill the connection, regardless of who is waiting on the other side of the door.
I lean over and kiss her neck. “Remember this when you think you’re in control here.”
It’s a bullshit statement on my part. I lost control weeks ago, and now I’m nothing but a slave to the sensations she stirs up inside of me.
“I’ll never look at this desk the same way again.” She sighs.
“Says the woman who doesn’t have to work next to a set of claw marks from now on.”
She swipes the wood chips away like that changes anything. “At least it’ll stir up some good memories for you.”
“That or a hard-on.”
“Why not both?” She laughs, and I smile against her skin, loving the way I elicit that kind of reaction from her.
Fucked. You’re absolutely fucked.
37
IRIS
W e finally made it to Dreamland. The smell of fresh-baked cookies makes my mouth water. Our three-row golf cart flies across the brick pavers, easily navigating the empty streets. We pass by smiling employees, decked out princesses and princes, and shops prepping for another busy day in the park.
My excitement only grows as we near the massive princess castle in the middle of it all.
Declan places a palm on my bouncing thigh. “Are you okay?”
I grin. “Just excited.”
His forehead wrinkles as he frowns.
“When was the last time you visited the park?” Zahra turns her body so she can look back at us.
My smile falls. “We’ve traveled here once for business.”
“You’ve been to Dreamland one time, and it was for business?” Her face is one of absolute horror.
Declan’s hand on my thigh tightens in a silent look at me gesture, but I don’t. I don’t want to see the pity on his face.
I consider lying but think better of it. “My mom didn’t have enough money to get us tickets. With flights, hotel, and admission fees, you could buy a month’s worth of groceries for the same price as a trip here.”
“What does your mom do?”
“She’s an art teacher.”
Zahra grasps onto Rowan’s arm. “We need to offer teacher discounts.
And children of teacher discounts. And discounts for adults who have never been to Dreamland as a child.”
He shoots her a look. “At that rate, we won’t make any money.”
“There are grown adults out there who have never been to Dreamland, Rowan. Now is not the time to be stingy.”
He looks over at Declan for help, but Declan is solely looking at me.
“I didn’t realize you had never been here before.”
I shrug. “You never asked.”
The hand on my thigh squeezes harder. I shift my gaze toward Declan, and the look on his face sends a shiver down my back.
“Would you like to check out the park?”
“For work?”
“No. For fun.”
The idea makes me laugh. “You hate this place.”
“I’m willing to pretend that I don’t for a day.”
“What about prepping for our walkthrough with Yakura?”