“It is. I want you, and I’ll remove every obstacle that might be in the way of us making it.” He stroked my chin with his thumb, and I found myself softening, inside and out. “This isn’t a manipulation tactic. There are no strings. I’m giving you something free and clear. This contract doesn’t tie you to me. You aren’t indebted to me. I hold no power over you, and you’ll be with me solely because you don’t want to be with anyone but me.”
For the first time since we’d entered his office, Elliot’s smooth facade broke, and between the cracks, his vulnerability showed through. I couldn’t say I knew what it was like to date as a wealthy man, but I could imagine. Trust was probably next to impossible to come by, always wondering about the other person’s motives. I knew I’d ended up in Elliot’s bed because of my growing feelings for him, and those feelings wouldn’t have changed if he was as broke as I was. He probably knew that too, but I didn’t doubt he’d sometimes question it.
“Mistrust is no place to begin a relationship,” I started.
His nostrils flared. “I do trust you. I explained my reasoning.”
“And I trust you.” Leaning forward, I picked up the pen he’d laid beside the papers. “I’m going to sign so we can move on from this without any questions in front of us. Whatever happens, it’s because we both want it.”
He was silent while I went through the contract, initialing and signing beside his own signature. When I was finished, I tossed the pen down and swiveled around in his lap, putting us nose to nose.
“There,” I whispered.
In one moment, a pin could have been heard dropping. In the next, Elliot let loose a possessive growl.
Then he was on me.
Lips, hands, everywhere.
Elliot was an animal unleashed, taking what he wanted without asking. He didn’t need to since I wanted him just as bad.
My mouth was bitten and tingling from his ravenous kisses. My panties were discarded in a heap with my skirt and my resolve to remain professional at the office.
He bent me over his desk, my legs spread wide and sucked on my clit like he was trying to reach my soul.
My fist was in my mouth, doing my best to keep my moans muffled. Though I hoped his office was soundproofed because I was doing a terrible job.
“Please, please,” I breathed into my fist. “I need, I—”
He slipped two fingers inside me, finding my G-spot like he possessed an internal map of my body. My legs started to shake, and my belly flooded with heat.
“Elliot…oh god, I’m going to come.”
His tongue flattened against my clit, flicking and pressing until I forgot where we were and that I was supposed to be quiet. I ground my ass and pussy into his mouth, clawing at the desk in front of me.
Fingers digging into my hips, Elliot anchored himself to me, giving my sensitive lips long, licking kisses until I couldn’t take another second of it.
And neither could he.
He rose behind me, the sound of his zipper exciting a spark inside me. One arm wrapped around my shoulders to cup my throat, he bent over me, his face coming down beside mine. At the same time, the wide head of his cock prodded my entrance until he was perfectly aligned.
My pleasure had slickened my walls and inner thighs. Elliot slammed into me in one powerful thrust, and I took him. Not easily. He was too thick and long for it to be easy to get used to his invasion, but there was no pain.
“Jesus, sweetheart. Your pussy is so damn wet for me.” His mouth latched on to my shoulder as he drove into me in short, hard pumps.
“You did that to me.” I turned my head to the side, rubbing my cheek on his hair. “You make me so hot.”
“Like that.” He nipped my ear then sucked the edge of my lobe between his lips. “Like when you tell me how good I make you feel.”
“I’ll have to tell you later. I can’t think straight anymore.”
With a grunt, his weight lifted off my back, and his hold on my hips tightened. “I can’t go easy on you.”
“Don’t try.” Arching my spine, I offered myself to him. “Take me like you want to.”
Elliot was a man possessed, fucking me dirty and hard until my hip bones dug into the edge of the desk and the sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room. He grunted my name over and over, sliding his hand around the curves of my waist and ass.
“Need you, baby. Can’t get enough.” Trailing his hand to my upper thigh, he lifted it up so my knee rested on the desk. I was splayed wide for him, and if I had been given a chance to consider how I must have looked, I might have been self-conscious. But Elliot gave me no room to breathe, much less worry about my lumps and bumps. Besides, this man was on fire for me. Clearly, he had no problem with how I looked.
He reached between my legs to circle my clit, and I vibrated, my limbs weak but taut. If not for the desk and the man sandwiching me between them, I would have melted onto the ground. But Elliot had me, and I didn’t fear he would let me go.
I came with sudden, wild intensity, clenching around Elliot’s thick length, drawing him to the deepest part of me. He groaned with me, keeping his steady rhythm, riding me through my climax. Black spots danced behind my lids. I bit down on my forearm to attempt to muffle myself again. I couldn’t keep my voice down, and I didn’t want to try.
“Yes, sweetheart. That’s so beautiful.” Elliot spread my cheeks with his thumbs, muttering curses under his breath. “Seeing you gripping my cock. Trying to milk me. You want me to fill you up? Get you messy?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Please, please, please.”
“Oh yes, you like that. I feel you.” He powered into me, holding me wide open. I felt his eyes on me, watching himself fuck me. I was dizzy from it, from him, and he kept going, pounding frantically.
“Oh god, oh god, Catherine.” His mouth clamped my shoulder, wet and warm. He sucked and bit, and I turned my head toward him, rubbing myself on all the parts I could reach.
With a final, guttural grunt, he let himself go inside me. My inner walls warmed with his spilled pleasure, and his clothed body draped over my back heated the rest of me.
“Yes, yes.” He rubbed his forehead on my shoulder, then drew back, bringing me with him until we were sitting in his chair, his cock still wedged deep inside me.
He chuckled and picked up my arm, which fell down when he let it go. “You’re floppy.”
Laughing, I nuzzled his throat. “Somehow, I’m expected to go back to work now.”
He held up his watch to check the time. “We have a meeting in thirty minutes.”
“No,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “I’m ready for a nap.”
He patted my hip. “I have immense faith in your ability to pull yourself together.”
“Elliot,” I sighed. “We really shouldn’t do this here again.”
“Hmmm.” He moved my hair to the side to kiss the hinge of my jaw. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about what it would be like to do exactly what we just did? Every time you sat across from me, unflappable and perfect, I imagined you mussed up and wild.”
My inner walls fluttered around his half-hard cock. He took me by the hips and ground me down on him until we were both panting all over again.
“We can’t.” I tapped his watch. “Your meeting.”
“If you want me to make it to my meeting, don’t do tricks with your pussy.”