Page 76 of Bad & Bossy

His movements were preventing me from formulating any rational thought I may have had.

The sound of his belt buckle unclasping nearly had me moaning in anticipation. I pushed my bare ass back against him, rubbing against the hardness in his pants.

He pushed forward, shoving me into the glass of the window a little too hard, as his hands grasped for my arms and pulled them harshly behind my waist. “You want me to go back down there with your pussy juice staining my slacks?” he seethed. His belt slipped from the loops of his pants, and before I could say a word, the soft leather was wrapping around my forearms.

“Cole,” I hissed, but the ache from my arms melted away the more he touched me, the more his fingers worked, sliding further down, teasing my entrance while he unbuttoned himself.

“I need to be inside of you.” The way he spoke, the sound of his voice, it was as if something else was driving him, something more desperate.

He didn’t give me a single second before sliding every inch of himself inside of me, filling me so entirely that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He grasped the leather of his belt, his fingers grazing my skin, and pulled me further up as he pushed us forward, my hips nearly touching the glass. He moved, burying himself in me as if his life depended on it, his free hand keeping up with my body and dragging me closer to release with every pass over my clit.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, the words melding together as I looked over my shoulder at him. He pressed a kiss to my temple and I lifted my chin, hoping for the same against my lips as a moan slipped past them, but he turned his head toward the window instead. “Show them how pretty you look with my cock inside of you.”

I could feel the makeup on my face slipping off and staining the glass with each thrust. I pulled at my arms, meeting resistance from the leather, but with the brief help of his hand I was able to slide one out with ease, allowing me leverage to separate myself from the window and turn my body just a hair.

I tried to kiss him again as my release nearly peaked, forcing my legs to buckle, but his touch stopped just a second before I could tip over that edge. He moved, slipping from me with ease, his rigid cock dripping with my wetness.

“On the desk,” he growled, grabbing me with a fistful of my dress and whipping me around. I blinked, trying to keep up, trying to make sense of his words but feeling lost in the haze of the abandoned orgasm.

“What?”

“On the desk,” he repeated, the words like venom as he pushed me forward onto the wood.

The moan that shuttered through me as he sank himself into me once again shook me to the core. “Oh my god,” I breathed. We hadn’t fucked like this in over a year—the roughness, the callousness of it—spinning my thoughts in every goddamn direction. I didn’t dislike it, and I didn’t want it to end, I just wasn’t expecting it when he’d dragged me up to his office. “Please, please, I was so close before.”

“What’s the matter? My baby doesn’t want to be edged?” he mocked, beginning his onslaught once again as a hand snaked up the back of my dress. “Maybe I just shouldn’t touch your clit again at all tonight. Maybe I should just leave you aching and desperate and dripping my fucking cum.”

Oh, god, why did I want that?

“No, no, please, Cole,” I rambled, searching behind me with my one free arm for his hand and grabbing it. “Please, fuck?—”

A hand fisted the back of my updo and pulled at the same moment the other found my clit. I hissed in air through my teeth, the pleasure canceling out the pain, every nerve firing at once. “You beg so sweetly.”

Rapidly, I shot toward my release, teetering on the edge in record time. His movements grew rougher, angrier, as if he was chasing something he couldn’t quite catch up to. My muscles seized, the ecstasy of it reaching newfound heights, every sound pouring from my mouth nothing more than nonsense and babble.

“Come for me, baby,” he demanded, his pace quickening with every thrust. “Come around my fucking cock right now or you’re not coming at all.”

My breasts ached as they slammed against the wood before everything in me broke. My orgasm tore through my body, blinding me, forcing a high-pitched sound from my throat before he covered my mouth. I shuddered, sensitive but riding each wave of it as he gave his last few thrusts, his fingers still moving against my clit and making me spiral. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t care less about anything other than riding it out.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed, his grin widening as he lost all control inside of me.

He groaned as his hips sputtered, as his fingers released my clit, as he found his release so intensely I could feel it dripping down the side of my leg.

With both hands on the desk on either side of me, he gasped for air, his cock twitching inside me but not retreating. “You okay?” he asked, his voice barely more than a breath.

“Yeah,” I managed. I shimmied the leather off my forearm and sat there, feeling every muscle tightening around him, every beat of my heart. “That was… different.”

He slid out of me in an instant.

Once I’d caught my breath, I pushed myself up from the desk, body aching from his desperation, and let my dress fall back down over me. His face had turned darker, a bit of red tinting his cheeks as he buttoned his slacks back up and began snaking his belt through each loop.

He was right. I had stained his slacks a little.

“Cole?” I said, but he didn’t look at me. “I’m not—I’m not upset about that. You would have known if I didn’t want it.”

“I know that” he replied, but he didn’t sound sure. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt, missing the hole, and as I wrapped my hands around his to help him, he batted them off. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” I took his face in my hands and forced him to look at me in the dim light of the office. His eyes weren’t dark from desire anymore, there was something else. And the bags beneath them were back. I gently reached up and touched his face, feeling the tell-tale sign of concealer. “What’s wrong?”

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