Page 57 of Obsession

I almost expected her to. Hell, frightening her away—and possibly risking a sexual harassment suit—was better than succumbing to this madness between us once again. The only consolation was that we were in the one camera-free zone on company property, but it wouldn’t take much imagination to look at the footage and deduce why we’d both been in the bathroom for so long.

This wasn’t me. I wasn’t some hormonally driven horndog who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She brought something out in me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.

“And if I don’t?” Before I could process her words, she turned, still pinned between me and the door. “Are you going to try to fuck some sense into me?”

The wordfuckcoming from her pretty pink mouth sounded so filthy. Hot as hell. Just like she was, all annoyance and indignation and good girl beauty. An irresistible combination.

I fisted a handful of her wavy blond hair and tipped back her head, exposing her throat. I was tired of talking. She drew words out of me too, where I normally lapsed into silence as easily as I breathed.

With her, there seemed to be no end to what I wanted to say.

Now there was only one thing I wanted.

The soaked slit between her thighs.

She expected me to kiss her. I could tell from her accelerated breathing, from the flare of her pupils. But I wasn’t going to comply. Not when diving between those trembling lips would drive me insane.

I released her hair and scooped her up, smothering her sound of surprise by pressing her mouth to my shoulder as I carted her to the sink. She bit me through my suit coat and shirt, and I would’ve grinned if not for the brutal jerk of my cock at the pinch of her teeth. I set her down and gripped her throat, rubbing my thumb over the wild beat of her pulse as I held her head lightly against the mirror.

She glared at me, arousal and anger firing in equal measure in her sea-colored eyes and wrapped her legs around my waist. The movement hiked up her skirt so that all I had to do was yank aside the insubstantial scrap of panties guarding her pussy. Her eyes widened at my brusque movement, but the irritation in them didn’t subside. Neither did my hold on her throat as I moved closer to rub my pants-covered cock against the heat between her legs.

“Fuck.”

She blinked at my low curse. “Thanks for the warning.”

I didn’t want to laugh. It wasn’t the time for it. I had my hand around her throat, for God’s sake, and she had her legs wound around my hips. Her center was hot enough to sear me through my pants, and burying myself inside her was an imperative at this point.

But there were other considerations.

“I don’t have a condom.”

She tilted her head then pried something out of her bra. She slapped the packet in my hand and shrugged at my doubletake. “After the first time, I figured I’d better be prepared.”

“So, you thought it’d happen again?”

“What do you think these were all about?” She turned her foot and dragged her heel down the back of my thigh. “Only exceptionally good sex is worth being tortured for twelve hours a day.”

So many responses flooded my mind at once that I went with the most prudent one. I unzipped my pants.

“Uh-uh.” She gripped my wrist, holding my hand against my straining cock while I gritted my teeth. “I gave you something, you give me something. Tit for tat.”

“I was trying to.”

Her smile came and went before I could enjoy it. Then she was flicking open my cuffs and shoving up my sleeve, a sigh escaping her as she revealed my tattoo. The swirls of sepia ink made up the thick rope that circled the anchor as it climbed up my arm, were as much a part of me as my skin at this point. I rarely even remembered the tattoo was there. But from the way her eyes were eating me up, I might as well have had my fingers on her clit.

Speaking of…

I relinquished my hold on her throat and slipped my hand between her thighs, skimming the pads of my fingers along the sensitive skin above her garters. She stopped rolling up my sleeve and just gripped my arm, digging in her nails as I drew my thumb down her swollen seam.

If I’d had any doubt she was into me, intothis, the wetness under my touch told me otherwise.

I didn’t waste time on exploration. Not here. We were in the company bathroom, and from the flush blossoming on her throat and cheeks, she was as ready to fuck as I was. She just needed relief. The same release I’d been aching for since the moment I’d withdrawn from her sweet pussy days ago.

Weeks now.

I slid two fingers into her and swallowed a groan at the tight heat that closed around me. Goddamn, she was on the verge too. She threw back her head against the glass, not even seeming to care that it must’ve hurt. One hand gripped my inked forearm and the other grabbed onto the edge of the sink as she parted her legs, giving me room to give her the kind of rough fingering I’d avoided the first time we were together.

Then, we’d had time. Hours to fill with nothing but learning each other’s reactions. Now, it was a matter of making her explode against my hand before she did the same around my cock.

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