Page 60 of Broken Halo
“Trig,” she moans and looks into my eyes before pulling my mouth back to hers.
When she spears her fingers into my hair, gripping the back of my head to hang on, I lose all control. Putting one hand to my desk under her, I grip her panties in my other, pulling hard. She yelps, from surprise or from the pinch of the material. Either way, she doesn’t complain, not able to get enough. I devour her mouth and she clings to me, every muscle as perfect as I remember.
I rip at my belt and trousers, cursing the amount of time it takes to free my cock, but once I do, I waste no time taking what’s mine.
Taking her back.
When I thrust into her, she presses down and her hold tightens, her fingers digging into the back of my neck. I pull out just enough to pump, realizing everything I did to forget about her all these years was a lie.
There’s no other.
They’ll never be another Ellie—my angel.
Fuck, I’m ruined.
“Oh, yes,” she breathes. Her body and pussy tense around me and my cock. She closes her eyes and her head falls to the side.
I shift my hips, pick up my pace, and watch a moan escape her lips, a sound that makes my heart beat … one I could listen to for the rest of my days. Her jaw falls slack and I feel her come around my dick, spurring me to take her harder and faster. She tenses and all her muscles I thought were toned and perfect before, tighten around me in a vice.
My balls draw up and my rhythm becomes erratic. Chasing her orgasm as she hangs onto me, I come hard—harder than I can remember, since maybe the day I took her virginity. I might not have taken her hard that night but I still made her bleed. After months of trying to talk myself out of the fact I’d fallen in love with Ellie Montgomery, it had been too much.
That night was life-changing.
As I take her again, pressed into my office desk with her dress bunched under her tits, today feels the same.
But not just life-changing.
Life-altering.
I breathe into the side of her head, my face buried in her hair as we both come down. I don’t move—if I could stay like this forever, buried inside her, I would.
But she tenses, and dammit to hell, she shouldn’t be tense right now.
“Stop.” My lips move on her, working their way around to her face where her brow is pinched and her eyes are shut tight. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop.”
She shakes her head and turns so she doesn’t have to look at me. “What have I done?”
Jessica’s voice rings through my office on the speaker. “Excuse me, Easton?”
“Oh, shit,” Ellie whispers for my ears only. “She probably heard.”
I can’t stand the thought of letting her go, but she pushes me away and I almost groan when I have to pull out of her. I reach over and press the button on my intercom, clearing my voice. “Yes?”
“Your four o’clock is here.”
I look across my office and it’s two minutes until four. I’m forced to stand as Ellie is wiggling out from under me, her long dress falling to her ankles. She goes straight to her shoes she kicked off sometime during our time on my desk.
I don’t take my eyes off her as I tuck myself back in my pants. You’d think she was walking on hot coal at the speed she’s moving—flustered and shaking. I’m never curt with Jessica, but I can’t help that my voice comes out like a razor when I press the button again. “Reschedule it.”
“No,” Ellie whispers and her eyes jump to mine, panicked and full of something else I don’t want to think about.
“But the merger closes in three days—” Jessica starts to argue.
I press the button again and growl, “Reschedule.”
Ellie picks up her bag and torn panties off the floor, gripping them as her eyes fall shut, the reality sinking in of what just happened. I buckle my belt and move to her, snatch her panties from her hand, and stuff them in my pocket. “Let me take you home. Let’s talk about this—we’ll talk about everything.”
She looks up at me, her hair wild, her mouth swollen and beautiful from the abuse it took from mine. A whisper slips out of those lips. “No. Shit … what the fuck have I done?”
