Barely Breathing

“Mmm, yes.”


I slid her ass down to the edge of the desk and took hold of her ankles, keeping them in the air as I thrust my cock deep inside her. It was perfect. I took her hard and fast just like that and she held onto the sides of my desk for support.

I wanted more, but I could feel her * starting to spasm around me. She was about to come hard, and I couldn’t make her wait for it. I gave it to her faster, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust, and her eyes never left mine as she moaned through sealed lips, trying not to be too loud.

As soon as she was done, I squeezed her ankles and came myself, holding back a hard groan. She gave me a half-smile, her eyes sleepy with satisfaction.

I never got enough of her. It was the way I’d felt about coke before prison. Much of life was spent just waiting for my next fix.

The desperation and willingness to do violence weren’t there, but then, I’d never been subjected to withdrawal from Viv. If anyone ever tried to take her from me, I’d do whatever I had to do to stop them.





Viv

A FEW DAYS LATER, I was laying eyes on Kane for the first time since our dinner in his office, but it wasn’t making me as happy as I’d expected it to.

Oh, hell no. I wasn’t having any of this.

Samantha, one of the paralegals at my office, was giving Kane a coy smile. He stood near Charlene’s desk, right on time for our meeting. But he couldn’t get to my office since Samantha had her hooks in him.

“You must lift weights,” she said, her eyes wide as she squeezed his bicep. “Oh my gosh, it’s so hard.”

I picked up my pace and covered the rest of the distance between me and Kane.

“Samantha,” I said sternly.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“You ought to be. Keep your hands to yourself.” I glared at her. “Get back to work.”

Amusement flickered across Kane’s face, but he cleared his throat to cover it. I cocked my head in the direction of my office and he followed.

He walked in behind me and closed the door. “You’ve got a possessive streak, babe.”

“She was grabbing you. Acting like a bitch in heat.”

I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and led him to a corner of my office that couldn’t be seen through the glass door. As soon as I slid my hands around the back of his neck? he cupped my backside and squeezed, giving me a hungry look.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, kissing me softly and tugging my lower lip between his teeth.

My body warmed in response to him, which felt forbidden in my office.

“Sorry I’ve been so tired,” I said.

“You’ve been working long hours. It’s understandable.”

“You work long hours, too.”

He pulled back a little and looked at me. “Yeah, but if I don’t come over til after midnight, I expect you’ll be tired.”

I sighed and nodded. I’d been coming in early and staying late every day, catching up on the workload I’d already had when I took on the Cartwright case and also working on that one. Marcus had apparently taken me onto the case so I could do most of the work and he could take the credit. But such was life for a young attorney.

“We’ve got five minutes til the meeting,” Kane said in a low tone.

I smiled and ran a hand up from his neck into his short hair. “I think Cara’s ready for us now, actually.”

His body stiffened and I realized how nervous he must be.

“Is this gonna be good or bad?” he asked. “I can handle it, just tell me.”

“I honestly don’t know. Let’s go find out together.”

Nodding somberly, he pulled away and we left my office, making the short walk to Cara’s three doors down the hall. I knocked once and opened the door.

“Ready?”

She looked up from her computer and took her reading glasses off. “Yeah. Come on in.”

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