Page 9 of The Weight of Love

Apparently, he’s just going to stay hard. That’ll be fun

I bite his bottom lip, pulling at it just a little. He groans and grips my ass harder, pulling me closer to him.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open.

Chapter Six

Clark

She groans and unwinds her legs, hopping down off my waist. I instantly regret not just hitting the stop button in the elevator and taking her right here. It would be amazing.

She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the elevator, clearly as ready to continue this as I am, which is reassuring. She drags me down the hallway.

Her office is freaking impressive. Who’d have thought the little gym firecracker was lowkey, a successful businesswoman?

It was so fucking sexy watching her try to handle her crazy-ass employee.

I would never want to work with her; she was terrifying. But there was something so different about her when she interacted with the guy. She just had this intense confidence that drew me in even more.

I see “Stella Williams, CEO & Founder” on an office door ahead of us and finally figure out where we’re going. Thanks to her impromptu coaching session, I finally have a name. I decide to take advantage of the moment and regain some control.

I seize her hand and draw her closer, swiftly spinning her around before threading my fingers into her hair. Finally, I pull her close, capturing her lips in a rough kiss. Her nails carve a deep trail into my shoulders as I lift her once more, her legs wrapping around me as I carry her towards the door.

I press her firmly against the door, my body molding to hers as I explore the depths of her mouth. With anticipation mounting, she fumbles with her badge and the door, the tension crackling between us. Finally, the door emits a satisfying beep. With a swift movement, I push the handle down with one hand while the other keeps her securely against me.

A groan of frustration escapes me as she releases her legs from around my waist and moves back slightly.

Stop running away…

Her hands creep toward the edge of her tank top, and I can’t suppress the growl that rumbles from deep within me. The image of peeling that shirt off her has consumed my thoughts countless times; there was no way in hell I was letting her flip the tables on me again.

I reach out and grab her wrists gently but firmly, shaking my head. I hold them down at her sides and walk her backward until we’re up against the side of a leather couch along the wall.

“Oh no, this one I get to enjoy.”

I sit her on the edge of the couch and wrap her legs back around me.

“Stay.”

I begin by caressing the curve of her spine, my hands trailing down to the edge of her shirt. I slide a finger under the fabric, grazing the tender skin of her back. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she arches into my touch. I slowly slide off her tank top, enjoying seeing every inch bit by bit. I leave the sports bra for now as I have a whole new mission I’d like to complete before getting to those.

She looks at me, raises one eyebrow, and starts reaching for my shirt. I catch her wrist gently and place her hands back at her sides.

“Not so fast, Darlin’. I’m not done taking my time here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Oh, she’s trouble, alright… Sir…

Something deep within me stirs when she calls me Sir, and I definitely see where she seems to rise to the firm directions.

She’s playing with fire, wanting me to take control but also holding back to see how far she can push me. It’s all part of the game, and damn if we both don’t enjoy it.

Another frustrated groan escapes the back of my throat as I feel her legs flex and pull me closer. I slam my mouth against hers in a rough kiss. I try to convey that same frustration in the kiss, and she meets me there. She’s just as rough, pulling, pushing, and scratching as her hands trace along my body.

I set her back on her feet and break off the kiss, both of us gasping for air. I want her ass; it’s what started all of this in the first place. I turn her around, pulling her flush against my body, and exhale slowly as she grinds that magnificent ass against me.

I drag my teeth along her skin, planting a trail of kisses from where her hair meets her neck, behind her ear, down to her shoulder as I pull the tight-fitted band of her yoga pants below the round of her butt.

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