Page 30 of Stuffed

"Forgot to lock up," he says turning the lock, his voice low and rough as he moves toward me. "Not very safe, Miss Marlow."

I back up slightly, aiming for casual even as my heart races. "What are you doing here?"

He doesn't answer, just keeps advancing until my back hits the wall. His hands plant on either side of my head, caging me in.

"You didn't answer my calls." His body presses against mine, all hard planes and barely contained heat. "My texts."

"Busy day." I manage to sound bored despite the way my skin tingles wherever we touch. "Lots of work to do."

"Liar." He dips his head, nose brushing my neck. "Try again."

"Maybe I just wasn't interested in whatever professional distance you were selling."

His laugh is dark against my skin. "Is this professional enough for you?" He clamps his teeth down gently against the skin of my neck. All my concerns from earlier, the insults I considered hurling at him when I saw him again go right out the window, along with my common sense.

"You're not being very gentlemanly, Mr. Mercer."

"I've never claimed to be a gentleman." His lips ghost over my pulse point. "In fact, I'm definitely on Santa's naughty list."

Despite everything, I laugh. "Let me guess—coal in your stocking?"

"Enough coal to stuff it completely full." His hands slide to my hips, pulling me closer. "Speaking of getting stuffed…"

Heat floods my cheeks. "You're terrible."

"I know." He nips at my ear. "But you like it."

"Maybe I want you to respect me more."

"Liar," he says again, but softer this time. "You want me to tear your tongue from your body again with my teeth and disrespect the shit out of you.”

My thighs clench and my knees buckle at his brashness. He’s not wrong. I seem to lose all sense of self-control and self-respect when I’m near him.

“This is what this is, Tessa. I'm not an easy man. I can't give you soft and sweet. But this?" He rolls his hips against mine. "This we're good at."

"Just this?"

He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, but he doesn’t say anything in response. I should say no. Should demand more. Should…

His mouth crashes into mine, and all thoughts ofshouldfly out the window. He kisses like he's starving for it, like he's been thinking about this all day too. His tongue swirls into my mouth. My hands clench his shirt in my fists, my body trying its hardest to get closer to him.

"My office," I gasp between kisses. "Now."

He lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the back. "Someone's eager."

"Shut up and kiss me."

He laughs against my lips. "As my lady commands."

What follows is anything but gentlemanly.

Once he has me stripped bare, laid out across my own desk, his hands tangle in my hair, tugging my head back so that my neck is exposed to him. He bites down harder this time, his two fingers inside me doing magical things to my G-spot.

“Hands on the desk,” he commands, planting both of my hands behind me so that I’m leaning back slightly. I protest at first when he removes his fingers from me, but his hands are already on his belt, pulling his cock free.

“Oh.” I shudder when he drags the tip against my clit, swirling it around before lining himself up at my entrance. He watches his movements intently, dipping himself an inch or so inside me before dragging the head of his cock back up to my clit.

“More,” I moan, my head falling back as my fingers curl against the papers on my desk.

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