I’m throbbing with need, and the fact that we’re in his office in the early morning is starting to matter a whole lot less in the wake of his fiery touch. I want his hands on me again. Hell, I want all of him on me, and I want it right now.
I walk over to his desk and he moves his laptop onto the shelf behind it, leaving the desk clear. He pulls me close and kisses me hard. It sends a jolt of pain through my jaw, but I don’t pull away. The pain doesn’t matter.
He hikes up my skirt and spins me around, pinning me down on his desk. One hand presses into my back, bending me forward, while the other yanks down my thong.
My breath comes in ragged gasps and I hear his zipper. I flip my hair and look back at him over my shoulder. He slides his fingers into me and pulls them out again, rubbing my wetness around the tip of his cock. The sight of his hand on his hard cock makes me desperate. I definitely no longer care where we are.
He teases his cock along my slit and I rock my hips back, trying to make him slide it in.
“You want this, don’t you?” he says. “That’s my dirty girl.” He grabs my ass with one hand, his cock still in his other, and rubs the tip against me. “Are you sure? You said no sex in the office.”
“I lied.”
He licks his lips and keeps rubbing his cock up and down, never quite going in. “I don’t know. Rules are rules.”
“Fuck the rules,” I say.
I expect him to ram his cock into me, but he slides in, almost gentle. He holds there for a long moment, grabbing my hips, his eyes half-closed.
He fills me up, stretching me open, but it’s not enough. I try to move my hips to get the friction I desperately need, but he pins me hard against the desk.
“Not yet, my dirty girl,” he says. “I’m the boss. I’m in charge here.”
His hand travels up my back and he grabs my hair. I tilt my head up and move with him as he starts to thrust, letting him control me. I arch my back, trying to get him in deeper, but he keeps it shallow, teasing me. Torturing me.
“I love being inside you, Selene,” he says, his voice gravelly. He thrusts a little harder. “I love the way you look, bent over my desk.” He thrusts again and pulls my hair. “I love having you at my mercy.”
Every nerve in my body sparks. I’m spiraling, losing control, my thoughts fleeing on a wave of ecstasy. I don’t know how he does it, handling me like he knows. He straddles the line between pain and pleasure, keeping me just on the brink of both. No man has ever made me feel this way. I can’t get enough.
He pushes in harder, his hands rough on my body, and picks up the pace. The tension in my core rises, my muscles clenching deep inside.
Ronan groans. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
My pussy heats up, every move bringing me closer to release. I’m losing control, only just stopping myself from crying out, calling his name.
He pulls out and the breath rushes from my lungs. His hand lets go of my hair, and I look at him over my shoulder.
“Turn over,” he says.
I straighten up and he guides me with his hands on my hips, helping me to sit on the edge of his desk. He tips my knees open, sliding his hands up my thighs, his cock glistening wet in front of me.
Stepping closer, he pushes his cock inside while I wrap my legs around his waist. He grabs my thighs, his strong arms helping hold me up. His mouth finds mine and our tongues lash against each other, firm and aggressive. He drives his cock in and out, harder, faster. I cling to him, my arms around his neck, and rock my hips against him with every thrust.
Ronan growls into my ear. “What do you want, baby?”
“Come in me,” I say. I drag my teeth along his earlobe. “Come in me hard.”
His first pulses send me over the edge. The ground opens up beneath me and I’m falling. I throw my head back, clinging to him for dear life, overtaken. My orgasm sweeps me away, blurring my vision. Ronan moans into my neck, pounding furiously while he empties himself into me.
He slows down and finally stops. I can barely breathe. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, soft and tender.
“Do you know how unbelievable you are?” he asks, leaning his forehead against mine.
I kiss him so I don’t have to answer. There’s something in his voice that sends another crack snaking across my facade, threatening my protective shell.
Suddenly the fact that I’m sitting on the edge of his desk, my skirt hiked up around my waist, comes crashing in on me.
“Fuck, Ronan, someone probably heard us,” I say.
He just smiles and lets go of my legs. I stand up and push my skirt down.
“You can clean up in the bathroom if you want,” he says. He grabs my thong off the floor and hands it to me. His eyes look a little glassy.