“So polite. So sweet. Katya Tocci, best fucking dessert I've ever had.”
She shrieked again as she was whirled around. She thought she was going to fall over, the position she was in wasn't favorable when competing against gravity, but she didn't have to worry. Wulf always had a plan. She was slammed down against the conference table top. She pressed her cheek to the hard wood and let out a long groan when his hips started slamming against her again.
“The best. God, you're the best,” she was whispering. Babbling, unsure even of what exactly she was saying. She had her arms stretched out to the sides, gripping the edges of the table, but he roughly grabbed her right arm and yanked it back.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, lifting her hips enough so she could work her hand between them and the table.
“Oh my god.”
One press of her fingertips, and she shot off like a starter pistol. Screamed as an orgasm rocked every single nerve ending. She went to pull her hand away so she could bathe in the sensations, but Wulf's hand flattened over her own, his fingers working above hers. She whimpered and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Became too much for her. Overwhelmed her. Yet still, he forced more, his fingers pressing even harder. It wasn't until she was lifting her feet off the ground, her free hand pounding on the table top, begging him for mercy, begging him to stop, that he let her go.
And immediately, she missed his touch.
Before she could plead with him to start all over again, though, he had his own orgasm. He came with a shout, dragging his nails down her back before grabbing onto her hips. Digging his fingers into her flesh. While he throbbed inside of her, bruises throbbed on the outside of her, and every nerve ending throbbed within her.
“Holy shit, Tocci,” he panted, and she felt him lean forward. Felt his forehead against her back.
“You … you were … that was incredible,” she whispered, still finding it hard to breathe.
“I know.”
“Jesus, it was like you were angry at me.”
“I was. You should've given me that show a week ago, how dare you keep something so wonderfully inappropriate from me.”
She managed a laugh.
“Duly noted. Next time I learn a new trick, I'll share it with you immediately.”
“You had better,” he growled, and she yelped when she felt his teeth against her skin.
“You're going to leave marks,” she commented, raising a hand to rub at the bite on her neck.
“Good. Every time you see one, you'll think of where it came from. Who gave it to you.”
Before she could respond to such a bold statement, he moved away from her and yanked her upright. She stumbled a little and he laughed, then helped her wiggle her panties back into place. He put his own pants back to rights while she struggled with her leggings, but before she could put on her shirt, he was kissing her again. She coiled her arms around his neck and sighed.
“I thought we were having dinner,” she snickered as they stumbled around the room.
“We were, but then someone decided to do a strip tease on my conference table. Do you know how hard it's going to be to have meetings in here now?”
“Good, you deserve it. Jesus, that was amazing,” she moaned, rolling her head on her shoulders. “What got into you? You were so wild.”
“You,” he whispered, bending his head down to kiss the hollow of her throat. “You sit there, so pretty. So perfect. So completely unaware of how fucking sexy you are. Sometimes … I can't help myself when I'm around you. I have to make you aware.”
She made him lose control. Never in a million years would she have thought she could have that effect on a man, let alone one as amazing as Wulfric Stone. Katya groaned and lifted her leg to his hip, trying to get closer to him. Wanting to feel all of him, all over again.
“You can do that any time,” she whispered.
“I know – I wasn't asking permission,” he whispered back, and then his hands went down the back of her leggings.
Who needs to eat when I can just feed off his passion? Food is overrated, anyway.
12
Liam was in trouble.
Smiling and selling himself came second nature to him, it's part of what made him such an effective business owner. He could smile in someone's face and make them laugh, even as he fired them. He could sell a woman in white gloves a ketchup popsicle. He could certainly sell himself to Katya as a charming, happy-go-lucky, only interested in sex kinda dude.
Because that's what he was, usually. He'd seen her profile, learned about her, and wanted to push her buttons. Tease his prim-and-proper next door neighbor. He'd never expected her to explode out of her shell the way she had – he was still blown away by their first night together.
But he hadn't expected her to be so endearing. Sassy. She was funny, and watching her discover herself, seeing her test her own boundaries, was special to him. She was a very willing student, and Liam was an excellent tutor, so they fit well together in bed. They fit even better outside of bed.
That was the problem, right there. Every time she smiled at him, teased him, complained about him, he liked her even more. Less and less of his time was being spent thinking about what new and nasty thing he could get her to do, and more was being put towards figuring out how to just spend time with her. How to get her to look at him the way he looked at her.
Stupid fucking New Guy. Fuck him. And fuck Liam for taking it so far. It was all his fault, he was very aware of that – everything. He should've fucked her, then just let it go. Goal attained, mission accomplished. It had all been for a laugh.
Now, he was in too deep to pull away from her. He spent almost more time at her building than he did his own. He was addicted to pushing her buttons, to seeing her reactions, to hearing her laughter. They hadn't slept together in a while, she'd backed away from that aspect of their relationship, and he didn't even care.
“I am so fucked,” he whispered, dropping his head to his desk.
This is gonna be bad. This is gonna be so bad. How do I tell her everything? It won't end well. Correction, it will end. Completely. She'll never speak to me again. And I don't know if I can handle that.
*
Katya spent most of her time in a lust induced haze, anymore. She managed to turn everything off for work, that was the only time she could concentrate. She would not put her job in jeopardy for those boys. But from the moment she woke up till she got in the door of the bakery, and the second she left the bakery till she went to bed, she was thinking about them. Answering texts from Liam, making plans to meet on the roof and have pizza. Talking to Wulf, meeting him for stolen kisses in alleyways between their work places.
It was overwhelming in the best way possible, but still – despite all that and her case load from work, she was finally able to pull her head out of her ass long enough to realize something.