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As he’s pressing me into the door, he takes both of my hands, intertwines our fingers and holds my arms over my head. I should tell him to stop, and I open my mouth to do just that, but when he starts to suck on the base of my neck, I lose all willpower. I move my neck, giving him better access. I think I hear myself say something, but I’m not sure what. All I can focus on is the way he’s licking and sucking on my skin. He lets go of one hand only to grab a breast, squeezing and twisting it in his big hand.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he says against my neck, his breath like fire on my skin. I take my free hand and grab his ass, pressing him into me even more. In an instant, he’s holding me in his arms and walking back to his desk. He plops me down on the desk and his hand goes up my skirt. He tries to stick his big hand through my thick leggings, but they’re too tight. I think he’s about to give up, but instead he rips the fabric apart.

“Barbarian,” I whisper.

“I’ll show you barbarian.” He slides his hand into my drenched panties, caressing my clit with his fingers. I close my eyes and throw my head back as I open my legs wider. He sticks two fingers inside of me and continues to tease my clit with his thumb.

“Oh, god,” I say. I grab his face and turn it towards me. I tilt my head a fraction and slowly drag the tip of my tongue across his bottom lip. He opens his mouth, and I stick my tongue inside, mingling it with his hot one. Right there on his desk, with my legs spread open, leggings ripped apart, he fingers me. I’m shameless and mewl like a bitch in heat, but any sound I make is muffled by his tongue in my mouth.

I stick my hand in his hair and pull as hard as I can. He responds by biting my lower lip, pulling it with his teeth. He grinds into me again, and as he grinds, I undo his belt and stick my hand in his pants, grabbing his hard cock. I’ve felt it before, but I don’t remember it being this big. It pulses in my hand and I feel moisture at the tip. I rub my thumb across it, and because I know it will drive him crazy, I break the kiss only to slowly lick his moisture from the top of my thumb.

It works. His green eyes practically turn brown, and I hear a loud sound come from the back of his throat. I let out a sigh of protest when he takes his finger from inside of me, only to watch him slowly lick my moisture.

Something within me snaps after he does that. I grab his cock again and start to stroke it. My eyes land on his mouth, desperate for his kiss. I inch toward him, and he meets me halfway, sliding his tongue back where it belongs. I can hear sounds of our lips in his small office, but neither one of us comes up for air. His moans get louder as I stroke him, and I get wetter as he continues to finger fuck my pussy and stroke my clit. His strokes increase, and I continue to grind against his hand, looking for relief.

My desire for him continues to build. He moves closer and sticks his tongue in deeper, fucking my pussy and mouth at the same time. I can feel myself about to erupt. I let out a wild moan against his mouth as I come all over his hand. His kiss intensifies as he grunts. I break the kiss, look down, and see thick ropes of his seed over my hand. I lay a gentle hand on his chest as we both attempt to bring our breathing back to normal.

He moves away, grabs some tissues, and wipes my hand, leaving pieces of tissue stuck to my skin. I grab my hand out of his grasp and jump off the desk. My leggings are torn at the crotch but can be covered by my skirt. I’m a sticky mess. I grab a handful of tissues and wipe between my legs as best as I can.

I turn back towards Luke just as he’s buckling his belt. On wobbly legs, I start to walk towards the door, not ashamed of what just happened, but confused by it.

“Vivienne,” he says. I turn to face him. He’s put back together, the pink in his cheeks is the only evidence of what just happened. “I don’t regret what just happened.”

Unsure of my ability to resist him, I’m relieved when he sits behind his desk.

“But Zoey,” I begin, only to be interrupted.

“I’m not with Zoey. Fuck Zoey.” I open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t give me the chance. “And before you say his name, fuck Blake too.”

“Your brother is married to my cousin, Luke. Neither one of us is looking for a commitment. What just happened here is the only thing that can ever happen between us, and it can never happen again. I have to get back to work.” I slip out of his office, and walk back to my desk, five minutes later than I should have.

CHAPTER 21

LUKE

The crab cake tastes like cardboard in my mouth. By now, I would have eaten about ten of these, but I’m struggling to finish my second. Jake and Sandy’s house is filled with family, everyone laughing, and full of holiday cheer. From the outside, I look happy, lighthearted, and ready for Christmas, but on the inside, I’m a fucking disaster.

She hasn’t been alone with me since I finger fucked her to orgasm in my office five days ago. When I asked her to come into my office the following day, she responded by telling me to meet her in the staff break room if I had something to say. I still met her, but it was only to give her coffee and a croissant, two things I know she likes.

Even now, from across the room, she’s beautiful in a red, one-shoulder top, tight black pants, and a pair of ridiculously high heels. She’s talking to Tash, but every few minutes, she searches the room looking for me. Like a magnet, each time she looks at me, our eyes collide.

She’s wearing one of the scarves I gave her. In fact, she’s worn one every single day since the tryst in my office. This one is black decorated with holly. She throws her head back and laughs at something Tash says, and when her aunt walks over and puts a protective arm around Vivi, the three of them put their heads together. When a server comes by with champagne, Tash and Vivi take a glass and receive a reproachful look from Gabrielle, but they both ignore her as they clink their glasses.

Her eyes find me as she sips her drink. I grab my own glass, tip it to her, and take a slow sip. She looks away from me and starts a conversation with Steve, and I imitate her and interact with other guests at the party. I eat and drink but taste none of it.

As the caterers start setting up for dinner, Jake tells everyone he has an announcement. A server hands each of us a small box as we wait for my brother to speak.

On instinct, I walk closer to him and Sandy and our parents as I wait for him to begin. He grabs Sandy and intertwines their fingers together.

“We couldn’t decide if we should wait until after the holidays or now, but we’re so excited, we decided to share with all of you tonight.” My mother lets out a squeal in anticipation. She lets go of my dad’s hand and runs over to hold onto Sandy’s mother’s hand instead. Everything is quiet. The caterers stop working as they wait for my brother to continue.

“Please open your box.” The sound of paper being ripped open is followed by loud shouts. Everyone has converged on our hosts and engulfed them in hugs. I open my box and take out a Christmas Ornament. Baby Clark, arriving next July.

“I knew it!” my father says, shoving everyone out of the way. He hugs Sandy, lifting her off the ground. “I told you, Lilian! I’ve known since Thanksgiving because Sandy spent the entire day drinking ice water.”

“Tash, did you know?” Sandy’s mom asks her other daughter. “You didn’t tell me?” She whispers something to Vivi, who goes running into the kitchen. Sandy’s mom pulls her away and practically shoves her onto the sofa. I want to laugh at the exasperated look on Sandy’s face, but her mom is not done. She grabs her legs and props them on an ottoman. By this time, Vivi comes back with a plate filled with food and hands it to Sandy.

I turn from the scene and go hug my brother, but Troy, Chris, and JD have beaten me to it. The three hug, and I do what I do best. I crash into them.

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