Page 76 of Hold On Me

I clench my thighs together to stop my arousal and take another sip of my coke. I wonder how long I can stay without my leaving being seen as rude. I could go home, text Ben and let him know I’m waiting for him. Strolling along the hallway toward the elevators, I look longingly at what could be my escape route, but know realistically I have to stay for more than an hour.

The party noise is duller on this side of the offices and I can finally hear my thoughts clearly without the Christmas music blaring through the speakers. I take another sip of my coke and wander between the desks, looking at the small differences between each one. A family photo here, a mug for a pen holder there. A pang goes through my chest at the thought of my old desk in my classroom. The notes, drawings, little trinkets the kids had given me—I left them all behind.

Guilt swarms me and I walk a little faster past the desks and try to keep my emotions at bay. I don’t get very far when I’mgrabbed by the elbow and pulled into a dark room. A scream builds in my throat, but before it can bubble out of my mouth, Ben’s voice stops it.

“Shhhh, Little One, it’s just me. All I’ve wanted since I saw you arrive looking so fucking sexy was to be alone with you, so imagine my surprise when you stumbled past my hiding spot.”

My body relaxes against his, my back pressed against his chest, my head dropping to his shoulder. His fingers drag along my collar bone and wrap around my neck and a small moan slips out of my mouth.

He laughs softly and places his lips to my ear. “You like that, Little One? You like my hand wrapped around your throat?”

I nod and push my ass back into his groin to show him just how much I like it.

Within a second, I’m pinned against the wall, his tall figure looming over me, his eyes blazing black with lust. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growls out before he crashes his lips to mine.

My head swims with the onslaught of his tongue against mine. Gripping the lapels of his blazer, I tug him even closer to me, desperation surging through me with the need to have him consume me.

He breaks away from our kiss and trails his hand up the slit of my dress as I widen my legs apart, urging his fingers to trail higher and higher. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you with my fingers in the middle of the office?”

“Please.” It’s barely a whisper, and before I can say anything else, his fingers are brushing aside my panties and thrusting into my pussy. The intrusion is what I needed, and I grind down on his hand chasing my release. “Ben, more, please.” I’m begging and I don’t care. I want more of him, I want to feel so full of him, I’ll burst. He inserts another finger and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I moan loudly.

“Shhh, Little One, I don’t want anyone to hear us. I want to make you come, then I’m going bend you over and fuck you from behind. But I need you to be quiet so we don’t get caught. Can you do that?”

He kisses me hard, and the swirl of his tongue against mine intensifies my building need for release. When he curls his fingers and hits the sweet spot inside me, I see stars. Beautiful golden stars behind my eyelids that erupt into fireworks.

“Vasilissa mou.”

I slowly open my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I reach up to stroke his cheek,I think I’m falling for youon the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My bad. Pretend I wasn’t here.” A London accent breaks the moment and I turn startled eyes toward the door to find Angie grinning at me. I try to move away, but Ben stands strong, his hand still inside my panties. “See you in a bit, Pen.” She giggles as she closes the door behind her, and I bury my face in Ben’s chest.

“Well, that was unexpected.”

“You could’ve moved away.” Mumbling into his shirt I feel his sigh before I hear it.

“If I had, she would’ve seen my hand slip out from your pussy covered in your orgasm. I was trying to save you the embarrassment.”

I bring my head out of his chest and meet his eyes. Irritation flashes through them as another sigh falls from his lips.

“Thank you.” He nods a little but his mouth remains in a tight line. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He backs away from me, but not before straightening my skirt and making sure I’m decent.

“Well, that was convincing. Wanna try again and this time actually tell me what’s wrong?” I take a step closer to bridge the gap he made between us, but he shakes his head.

“I saw the panic in your eyes. Is it that bad if everyone knows about us?”

The vulnerability in his words makes my heart stutter, and that terrifies me. But I gulp the fear down and take another step closer to him. I cup his cheek and let my breath out loudly. “I’m not ashamed of what we’ve got going on here. I just wanted to keep it between us because once everyone knows, there’s no going back. You’ll be dealing with the Bradys and my dad. It won’t be fun.” I step back slightly and steel myself to say the next bit. “Plus, I was worried that once the thrill of sneaking around was done with, you’d get bored.”

I lower my head and let my chin hit my chest. Why did I say that? He didn’t need to know I needed reassurance. I should’ve stopped talking.

A finger is placed under my chin and he tilts my head back to look at him. His eyes are kind and a small smile is on his lips. “Penelope, how do you not know I’m crazy about you by now? You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

I raise my brow and a grin starts to form on my mouth as he laughs in answer to my silent question. “Yes, really. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

Laughing, I fall into his arms. Clinging to him, I bury my face in his neck and smile. I don’t care if Angie is telling the whole world right now. He’s crazy about me.Crazyaboutme. Holy fuck!

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