Page 8 of Losing Ansley

"I don't regret it. And you seem to be moving on pretty quick anyway."

Leaning back in my chair, I glance at him and ignore his comment. He looks so good in his black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms, and his gray dress pants.

It's Friday, so he's dressed casually. Well, casual, according to him. I don't have a lot of room to talk. I wear a faux leather camel-colored skirt with a white top and leopard print heels.

"Come here." He crooks his finger and uncrosses his legs. I stand from my chair, feeling my heartbeat wildly in my chest, and step between his legs. I'm not sure why I'm following his instructions so easily other than I'm emotionally exhausted and need something.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. I can't help myself. I allow him to pull me in, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I'm not short by any means, but even with heels on, he's still taller than me.

"You're not being a brat for once." He whispers as his nose nuzzles into my hair. I snort and run my fingers through his hair.

"You're not pushing me away for once," I reply, and his hands splay across my ass, and he rocks his hard cock against me. I swallow, wondering where this is going. He slips his hands inside the waistband of my skirt and starts to move them lower.

"I can feel your heat, sweetheart." He whispers, and I swallow, trying to control my breathing.

"You're not going out for girl's night?" He questions as he brings his lips to my throat and runs them along my skin to my ear, where he nips at it. Goosebumps break out along my spine, and I shiver. When his hands stop moving, I try to move closer to him. Remembering he asked a question, I try to focus.

"No. Caroline and Bass have a date tonight, and I have to pack." He stills and leans back.

"What?" He asks. I lean back, my arms still around his shoulders, to look at him.

"We're going to hang out tomorrow night instead," I explain. He removes his hands from my skirt, takes ahold of my forearms, and pushes me back to look at me.

"You said you have to pack. What do you have to pack for?" I swallow and realize where I slipped up.

"I… uh…" I pull my arms out of his grasp and pace, running my hands through my hair. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I got evicted. I have to be out by Sunday," I finally admit. He runs his hands through his hair and stares at me in shock.

"What the hell Ansley? Why didn't you tell me?" He proclaims. I shrug, not knowing what else to do.

"You'll come to stay at my place." He demands, and I gape at him as he stalks toward me and wraps his hand around my throat, pushing me into the wall.

"Like hell I will." I balk. His hand moves from my throat to my neck and slips into my hair, gripping it and pulling it, causing a chain reaction in my body.

"Don't test me. You will stay with me." I lift my chin and glare at him.

"I'll figure it out," I exclaim. He tightens his hand around my neck, and I rub my thighs together. He stills when he notices. He leans his forehead against mine.

"What are you doing to me?" He mutters as his nose runs along my jaw. I moan as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.

"Nothing… I don't know…." I whisper. He pauses and turns his gaze to mine. Before I can think, he's yanking my skirt up with his other hand and ripping another pair of panties off me.

"I am going to fuck you." He growls as his fingers glide through my folds, and I bite back a groan.

"I'm going to own this pussy like no one before me or after me ever will." I hear his zipper, and then he's lifting me, and as if of their own accord, my legs wrap around his waist, and he lines himself up.

"Oh god!" My head falls back against the wall.

"So fucking wet." His forehead falls against mine as our breaths mingle, his cock teasing me.

"So fucking wrong. Tell me no, Ansley." He demands. I shake my head.

"Yes!" I gasp out.

"Always such a brat." He grinds out and slams into me. I claw at his shoulders as he rocks his hips hitting my clit and g-spot simultaneously.

"Hold on to me." He orders, and I cling to him as he turns and sits me down on my desk. I lean back as he begins to thrust into me at almost a leisurely pace.

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