Page 106 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Drawing back, he scowls. Then flattens me until my breasts are flushed over the desk, and fucks me hard.

I brace myself as his thrusts turn vicious. When he hits the spot, I let out a strangled moan.

“Keep your voice down.”

“Fuck. You.”

“You want my staff to hear you getting fucked?”

Fuck! That’s when I realize where we are. And what we are doing.

Sensing my panic, he bends over me and nips my neck. “Focus on me.”

I try. Closing my eyes, I focus on him.

He hits that spot again and again. I buck against him, chasing my second orgasm which is inches away from my grasp.

“Archer!” I muffle my scream as I come. He speeds up, fucking me ruthlessly until he reaches his peak.

His grip on my hair loosens and I turn right in time to watch him come undone. Throwing his head back with a hoarse cry, he grinds against me, giving me another mini orgasm.

I lay unmoving on the desk, my breathing hard, my heart pounding. Too lightheaded to do anything.

The moment he withdraws his cock, I realize what a bad idea this was.

He is not just my neighbor. He is also technically my boss.

Cool air hits my behind when he steps back. I straighten slowly.

I stumble a bit but grip the desk for support.

Archer stares at me with an unreadable expression. He is also thinking the same thing, isn’t he?

This was a fucking mistake.

I quickly pull my panties and jeans up. He doesn’t speak. It makes this situation more awkward.

After I’ve righted my clothes and hair, I sneak one last glance at him. “Thank you,” I murmur and make a run for the door on shaky legs.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Thank you.

Thank. You.

Thank you?

From all the things I could’ve said… I cringe every time I recall how Ithankedhim after we had sex on his desk and did the walk of shame.

I practically ran out of his office.

I ran before he could give me the “this was a mistake” speech.

It was written all over his face. The blank expression told me things he couldn’t say. That he regretted it. That he didn’t know what to do with me. So I made it easy for him. I ran.

He wanted me. I knew he did. But he fought it. He fought it tooth and nail because he hates me. Because I am a liar. Because I am not his ideal type.

The anger, the lust that was brewing inside him finally exploded and he fucked me on his desk. And right after he was finished, he must have realized his mistake.

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