Page 15 of Bad Business

"What the hell was that?" she demands, her voice trembling with fury as she slowly turns to face me.

I close the door behind me, my anger rising to match hers. “You pushed me away, Willow. What did you expect?”

“I expect you to act like a professional, not a petulant child!”

I cross the room in three strides, grabbing her arms and pushing her against the cool glass.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I growl, my face inches from hers. She struggles against my grip, but I don’t let go.

“I’ll talk to you however I want. You don’t control me, Dallas.”

I nearly laugh—control is the last thing I have when it comes to her.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demands, her eyes flashing with anger as I press into her, pinning her hands above her head.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I growl, my face inches from hers. “What game are you playing? What are you hiding from me, Willow?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m trying to do my job. And you’re the one who’s playing games, Dallas.”

“If this is a game, I won’t stop until I win,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.

She swallows hard, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re an asshole, Dallas.”

“Maybe,” I admit, leaning in closer. “But you’re still here. Why, Willow? Why don’t you just leave?”

Her breath hitches, and for a moment, I see something in her eyes. Vulnerability. Fear. Desire. It’s all there, tangled together in a web of emotions.

“I don’t have a choice,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“There’s always a choice,” I counter, my lips brushing against her ear as I lean in and trail my lips along her neck. “You just have to be brave enough to make it.”

Then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. Her lips are soft and yielding, and for a moment, she stiffens beneath me, but just as quickly, her body softens. Spreading her legs, I step between them. The hardness of my arousal presses against her core, making her cry out. My hands are everywhere, igniting sparks of pleasure that make her tremble. Hoisting her into the air, her legs wrap around my waist as I suck the flesh beneath her ear.

“Tell me you want this, Willow.”

“I shouldn’t want this.” She arches her body, causing her warm center to press against my dick. “But if you stop, I’ll never forgive you.”

Like a man possessed, I spin us around and carry her to my desk. Cradling her ass in my arm, I sweep the content on top of it to the floor and set her down. My fingers push up the dress she wears.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

She leans back on her elbows, her dark mane of hair spilling down her shoulders and onto my desk as she watches me divest her of the lace panties she has on. Tossing them over my shoulder, I push her thighs open. Her pussy glistens with moisture. Her pink folds plump, begging me to taste them. Dropping to my knees, I bite the inside of her leg, licking as I move toward the apex. Swiping my tongue across her slit, Willow hisses.

“Please.” Her whimper is like fuel to the fire burning inside me and I dive in like a man starved.

I suckle the tender flesh, moving my face as I work my tongue inside her. Flattening my tongue against her bud, I lick her hard. I can feel her body is close to erupting, so I add my finger. Curling the digit inside her, pressing that soft flesh inside her womb as I suck her clit into my mouth. Like a detonator, she explodes. Her legs tighten around my head as she cries out and floods my mouth with her cream.

Pushing to my feet, I unbuckle my pants and kick off my shoes. Snatching a condom out of my wallet, I toss it to the ground. Shoving the fabric down around my ankles, I kick off my clothes, baring my arousal to her. Taking my hard dick in hand, I roll the latex over myself before lining my cock with her opening. Leaning over her, I grip her chin, slamming my lips over her as I push inside. It’s everything I imagined and more.

I press my lips to hers and mingle my tongue with hers. Thrusting my hips, I close my eyes and revel in the way it feels to be inside her. One time won’t be enough to get this woman out of my system—that thought scares the shit out of me.

“Let go, Willow. Give me what I want.”

She locks her legs around me and pulls me deeper, her body yielding to me as I fuck her. Her whimpers are like notes to a melody I’ve been searching for my whole life, and I don’t stop pulling them from her. Her core tightens around my shaft as her orgasm barrels out of her like a freight train. Damn, she is fucking gorgeous as she cums.

Her hands pull free of mine and tug open my shirt, causing the buttons to pop off and scatter to the floor. Bracing my hands on the wood top, I arch up, pushing inside her even further. I’m nowhere near done with her.

Willow’s fingers trace the tattoo covering my shoulder and part of my chest before she grabs my shoulders, pulling herself up. My hands go to the hem of her dress, and I strip it off, throwing it to the floor with my own discarded clothes. Gripping her ass, I scoop her off the desk and carry her to the window once more. My dick throbs inside her as I press her back to the cool glass and bite down on her neck. Her nails score my flesh as she shoves the fabric of my shirt off. Thrusting my hips, I fuck her with abandon. She’s a vision against the backdrop of Nashville’s lights glittering in the night. Her smooth skin and pert nipple beg to be licked—so I do. I capture her pert tip in my mouth and suck as my cock moves in and out of her body.

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