Page 3 of Tell Me No Lies

I wish it was true. I wish women could be safe on their own. That they never had to worry about being overpowered or incapacitated by someone bigger and stronger than they are.

But they do. And the fact that Piper doesn't acknowledge that has my skin crawling.

"Yeah?" I step closer, and for some reason she backs up. "And what would you do if he didn’t want to take no for an answer and decided to wait for you after work, thinking he’d give it another shot? What if no one else was out there and he grabbed you and shoved you into his car and took you somewhere I couldn't find you?" I continue to advance on her and she continues to back away. "I know you want to think you could've stopped him, but that man outweighs you by a hundred fucking pounds, Piper." Her ass hits the edge of my desk, stopping her retreat, and my body bumps into hers. "But you don't have to worry about that now, do you?" I lift up the arm he held again, staring down at that pink ring around her wrist. "Because he knows I’ll fucking end him if he tries to touch you again." I lightly stroke her reddened skin, continuing to stare down at it. "Did he hurt you?"

Piper's eyes are fused to my face as she watches me. "A little."

The admission is barely a whisper. And for some stupid reason, it makes me lift her wrist to my mouth so I can brush my lips against the irritated flesh.

She sucks in a sharp breath that pulls my attention to her face. A face that is very, very close to mine.

We stare at each other as the seconds tick past, her wrist in my hand, our bodies pressed together.

I need to step back. Stop touching her. Apologize for kissing her boo-boos, or whatever the fuck that was, and shove her out of my office, locking the door behind her. Piper is many things—all of them desirable—but she’s also my employee, and that changes everything.

Or it should.

I manage to drop her wrist, but instead of walking away, I grip her hips, pulling her tighter to me. "You need to go back to work."

She grabs at my shoulders, fingers fisting in my worn T-shirt. "Fuck you.” She yanks me closer, eyes flashing. “You don't get to tell me what to do."

My lips are practically on hers now, and I know it's wrong, but I can't fucking stop. "No one does, do they? You just go around doing whatever the fuck you want."

"Yup." She leans in, pinching my lower lip between her teeth, stretching it out before releasing it. "And I always will."

The declaration pisses me off, but it also makes me hard as fuck. I grind against her, still chasing the need for release even if the means have changed. "You’re a fucking pain in my ass."

Piper's hands slide down the front of my chest, fingers pausing to flick the barbells through my nipples. "And you piss me the fuck off."

I groan at the sensation. "Good."

She scowls at me, lips twisting on a hint of a snarl. "You're an ass."

I smirk, because I love getting her riled up. Love seeing her as she truly is. "You fucking love it."

This is how it always goes between us. Push and pull. Back and forth. I come at her and she comes at me.

But it's never gotten to this level. I've never had my hands on her like this. Never felt her body against mine. I knew what would happen if I did, and now it’s clear I was right. Because in the next second, Piper’s hand drops to grip the length of my cock, squeezing hard. "Seems like I’m not the only one who fucking loves it."

I release one hip to grip her jaw, forcing her eyes to stay on mine. "You are a fucking menace. I never should have hired you."

It's something I've regretted on more than one occasion, but never for the right reasons. Every single one of them was so I wouldn't feel bad dragging her into my bed and pinning her body under mine to fuck away this tension between us.

"And you're a fucking caveman. I never should have accepted the job." She drags her hand up and down my length, grip so tight it almost hurts. "I hate you. I should fucking quit."

My fingers sink into the flesh of her hip. "I should fire you."

Her eyes narrow as she continues stroking me. "Do it. I dare you."

Leaning in closer, I pinch her earlobe between my teeth, loving the way her body shivers in response. "Maybe I will. Maybe I'll fire you so fucking hard you'll remember it forever."

Her breath hitches and her free hand hooks into the waistband of my jeans. "Do it then. Fire me right here. Right now."

When her fingers go for the fly of my pants, I lose all sense of reason. I shove her hands away, taking over, flipping the button and sliding down the zipper before dragging them down my hips. Piper fights her own shorts open then pushes them down, taking panties and all. She gets her good leg free and I heft to her up onto the desk, shorts dangling from her cast. She grabs onto me, pulling me close, and then I'm sinking into her, both of us groaning as I bottom out in the hot well of her cunt.

I thrust hard, and she starts to tip back, losing her balance and knocking into the papers and miscellaneous parts lined across the surface.

"This isn’t gonna work." I growl the words out as I pull my body from hers. But before I can get anywhere, she's fisting the front of my shirt, yanking me back, eyes flashing.

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