“What?” I asked, pulling away slightly. I knew this was what she wanted.
She looked at me like she wanted to murder me. Her eyes piercing, her lips reddened and pursed—she was beautiful.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m kissing you, and in case you haven’t noticed, you’re kissing me back.” It was the best I’d felt since she’d been this close on our walk to chambers the first time I’d laid eyes on her.
Her lips were slightly parted and her chest pressed against mine. She didn’t really seem like she was wanting me to stop. I dipped my head again and delved into her mouth with my tongue. She met my energy and need, but then stopped and pushed at my chest once more.
“No. We can’t. I need this job.”
“I need this.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt I needed a woman. I’d craved sex, release, but not hungered for a particular woman as I’d seemed to since Violet appeared at my side on the Green Park platform. I pressed my hands against her arse and cupped her buttocks. “And so do you.” This feeling couldn’t be one-sided, could it? “Besides, nothing we do here will affect your job. You know you want this as much as I do.”
She groaned but not in the way I’d hoped. It wasn’t out of lust; it sounded like frustration. “Yes you’re attractive but you’re an asshole to me. You can’t want to kiss someone you think is stupid.”
I reached for the hem of her skirt, dipping beneath the fabric, encouraged by her admission that she found me attractive. “I’m an arsehole to everyone.” She rolled her eyes and I dipped and kissed her briefly before pulling back. “And I don’t think you’re stupid. You went to MIT, for crying out loud.” The fact that she was clever was part of the attraction. Maybe that was the reason she wasn’t intimidated by me. Her confidence around me was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
She narrowed her eyes. “You looked me up.” She smoothed her hands over my chest, and my muscles beneath her fingers buzzed from her touch.
“You’re in my office stealing papers.” I slid my hand further up her leg, my fingers finding the top of her stocking and her hot, soft skin. Fuck, she was delicious. I twisted my hips against her. “I took a look at your CV.”
“You knew I was taking stuff?” She bit her lip as I traced my finger around the lace of her stocking and she sank against me a little.
I walked her back toward the wall. I wished we had more space. More time. I could lose myself in her for hours if I had the chance, I was sure of it. “I’m not an idiot either. It may look like chaos in here, but I know exactly what everything is. I have an excellent memory.”
She pressed her fingertips against my cheekbone and sighed. “I don’t think you’re an idiot. I just thought I was covering my tracks.”
I smoothed my palm up her inner thigh, and she tipped her head back and gasped. I took my time, taking in her heat and her sounds, greedy for everything about her. Her skin was smooth and tight like a drum. My hand went higher and higher wanting more and more and I tried to silence the sound of my heartbeat so I could hear when she said no. But I got only encouragement from her sounds. Had she fantasized about this like I had? Was she ready for me?
I slid my hand further up, my finger reaching the edge of her underwear. I drew my fingernail along the lace and she shivered.
“What’s your name?” she asked and a shot of desire spiked through me. I had my hand up her skirt and she didn’t even know what to call me. “Or do you just like to be called sir?”
As much as I had a healthy ego, and I liked to dominate in the bedroom, I didn’t want her to call me anything but my name. I slipped my fingers beneath the lace. “Alex,” I replied, stroking up and down her folds, pressing against her, breathing her in.
She gasped as if I were talking dirty. “Alexander.”
I paused. No one other than my family had ever called me Alexander, but the way it rolled over her tongue in her lazy, sexy, do-anything-for-me drawl stopped me from correcting her. I found her clit and circled it with my finger. She arched her back.
She pushed her hands through my hair as I pulled her skirt to her waist. “Alexander,” she whispered, making my cock rigid. I slid the heel of my hand down my erection. How the fuck was it possible to be this hard and not have passed out with lack of blood supply to the brain? “What if someone comes in?” she asked. But I knew she was beyond caring. Her eyes were sleepy with lust, and her hand fumbled at my fly, as she tried to get access to my dick.
I glanced over my shoulder. “No one would fucking dare. Only you.” I reached between her legs and pulled at the lace—I needed to feel her pussy. The snap of the elastic as I tore her panties made her groan again, but this time, it was the timbre I’d been waiting to hear. “You’ve got to be quiet. I know it will be difficult because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to want to scream the place down. But, you’ve got to hold it in.”
She shook her head. “So confident, Mr. Knightley.”
“I’m about to prove it to you.” She released my dick and I grabbed my wallet and found a condom. I couldn’t handle her fist—I was too close to the edge—so I rolled on the latex, grabbed her under her thighs, and pressed her against the wall.
“You ready?” I asked.
“You better be good.”
Little witch. I’d show her how a real man fucked.
I slammed into her and she grabbed onto my shoulders, her eyes wide and filled with panic. I knew she’d have a hard time staying quiet, and now she knew it, too.
I stilled, buried deep in her and we stared at each other in silent understanding. We both wanted this. Needed this. Since the first day we’d laid eyes on each other we’d been heading to this exact moment. What had gone unspoken had finally been confessed. This wasn’t a look, a touch, a kiss. Her legs were spread and my cock was inside her. There was no going back. And for the first time I understood why it was said that sex is intimate. Before I’d assumed it was due to the lack of clothes but right there, I understood it was much more than that. Having crossed this line in the sand it felt like we’d shut a door on the rest of the world leaving only Violet and me on this side. We were joined.
Slowly I began to move out, not wanting to leave the grip of her but needing to fuck. Needing to pin her against the wall with my cock. I buried my face into her neck, trying to muffle my own sounds—not trusting myself to be able to hold back.