Page 10 of Guilty Pleasures

“I didn’t say a word,” Silas muses.

I bristle at his tone. “I’m not doing it because you suggested it,” I snap, perhaps a bit too defensively. “It’s standard procedure.”

Silas holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of telling you how to run your business, Harper.”

I roll my eyes and flip the sign to “Closed.” As much as I hate to admit it, I’m dying to be alone with him again. Thursday’s midday booty call was hands down the most erotic hour of my life. But I’ll be damned if I let him know that. He’s untrustworthy and no doubt a player. He’s rich and hot—how could he not be?

As I walk back to his side, the sharp click of my heels on the checkerboard floor, Silas reaches for me, his touch gentle yet possessive. As his strong hands settle confidently on my waist, he pulls me closer to him. Before I can even draw a breath to speak, his lips find mine, soft yet insistent, demanding my attention. The kiss, though brief, leaves me breathless and slightly dizzy, as if the world around us has momentarily ceased to exist.

“Now,” Silas’s low, intimate rumble sends shivers down my spine, “where’s that office of yours?” His eyes hold a fierce intensity, capturing mine with an unspoken promise.

I can only sigh, lost in the depth of his gaze, and weakly point toward the door at the back of the room, my voice failing me as desire overwhelms my senses.

Silas’s eyes follow my gesture, a mischievous glint in them. “Lead the way,” he says, his hand finding the small of my back as we start walking.

I gasp as Silas lifts me onto my desk, his strong hands gripping my waist. My heart races as he pushes my skirt up, exposing my thighs. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver with anticipation.

“We really shouldn’t do this again,” I whisper, glancing nervously at the closed office door, but secretly hoping he insists.

Silas’s eyes darken with desire. “Are you going to be a brat?” he growls, stepping between my legs.”

I bite my lip, feeling the sharp sting of indecision, then shake my head, caught in a battle between propriety and the intense longing that pulls me toward him. “Not bratty, but this won’t lead anywhere, Silas,” I insist, my voice wavering slightly.

His fingers glide up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of sparks that dance across my skin, igniting a fire deep within me. I arch into his touch involuntarily, my body betraying the yearning that I can no longer deny.

“Then tell me to stop,” Silas whispers softly against the curve of my neck, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Tell me this isn’t what you want, and I’ll leave now.”

But I can’t bring myself to utter those words. I won’t. Instead, I wrap my legs firmly around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the solid warmth of him against me. “Don’t you dare stop,” I breathe, my voice a hushed command as I capture his lips in a searing, passionate kiss, leaving me wanting so much more.

I gasp as Silas pushes my panties to one side and thrusts deep inside me, his strong hands gripping my hips. “Such a naughty little brat,” he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m not,” I protest, but my words dissolve into a moan as he hits the right spot. “I’m trying so hard to be good.”

“Oh yes, you are,” Silas groans. “Keep giving me this sweet pussy, and maybe I’ll stop trying to shut down your business.”

My mind reels at his words, desire warring with indignation. I should be outraged, push him away, and tell him where to shove his threats. But God help me, I’m too aroused to protest. His cock feels too good, stretching me, filling me so perfectly.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him. “You wouldn’t dare,” I pant.

“Try me,” he says, punctuating the words with a particularly deep thrust that makes me cry out in pleasure. “I’m dying to show you how serious I am.”

I collapse backward onto my desk, panting heavily as waves of pleasure continue to ripple through my body. Silas is still buried deep inside me, his muscular form pressed against me. I can feel his heart pounding in time with mine.

“Will you stop playing hard to get?” Silas growls in my ear, giving another thrust that makes me gasp. “You know you want me as much as I want you.”

“Yes,” I moan. “But I don’t know?—”

Silas abruptly cuts me off, silencing my words with powerful, commanding thrusts. “I’m not asking, brat. I’m telling you I’m claiming this pussy for me and me alone.” His fingers deftly seek out my sensitive clit once more, sending a shiver of pleasure that makes me whimper softly. “Stop denying me, little girl. You know I’m the only one who can properly attend to this sweet spot.”

“But…” I manage to breathe out, my mind swirling in confusion, unable to articulate a clear yes or no.

Silas slowly withdraws, leaving me with a profound sense of emptiness in his absence.

Looking up at him, I drink in his flushed face and the satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Despite the deep exhaustion settling into my bones, a fresh wave of desire stirs within me at the sight of him.

“I suppose you’ll need more convincing.” His voice drips with desire as he cradles my face and crashes his lips onto mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and yearning. “Get dressed,” he commands in a hushed, sultry tone. “We’re far from finished. My place. Now.”

CHAPTER 10

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