Page 24 of Dirty Play

But none of it burns as hot asher.

Livia.

Her name echoes in my skull relentlessly. I should hate how she’s under my skin, but instead, I’m gripping onto the memory of her like it owes me something. The way she looked at me today, eyes wide, lips parted, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t fucking breathe with me that close. Like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap me or beg me to come closer.

I chuckle under my breath. I hadn’t even touched her, but Ifelther. I felt what she’s trying to hide from me and herself. She was trapped, caged between me and that desk, but she didn’t push me away. She couldn’t.

She looked up at me like that...like she was about to break. Like she wanted me to break her, to make her crack and give in.

My hands curl into fists against the tiles as the thought sinks in. My cock stirs, heavy and thick, the ache spreading through me like wildfire.

Fuck.

I press my forehead to the wall, but it doesn’t help. All I can see is her staring up at me. Her blue eyes are wide and shining, her lips trembling like they’d part just enough for me to slide inside her hot mouth.

Shit.

I reach down, my hand wrapping around myself, the heat of my palm nowhere near enough to match the fire roaring inside me. My dick is hard, almost painful. This is what she does to me, and she’s not even here.

I begin to stroke slowly, dragging my hand up and down my cock. My jaw clenches as images of her flood my mind. Images of her on her knees in front of me, her caramel-blonde hair wrapped around my fist as I guide her head back and forth, testing how much of me she can swallow.

I want her with her back against the wall, looking up at me, waiting for me to decide how far I’m going to take it.

The scalding water’s still pouring down, but I barely feel it. My grip tightens, my hips rocking into my fist. I can almost hear her voice again, trembling but defiant.“Then colleagues,”she’d said like she had no idea what I wanted to do to her.

I imagine her beneath me, her body soft and pliant as she finally lets herself stop pretending she doesn’t want this. I see her biting her lip, trying to stifle the sounds I’d drag out of her. She’s fighting her mind, her body, but I’ll win.

I always win.

I’ll have her exactly where I want her.

A groan rips from my throat as my strokes quicken, the pressure building. I picture her legs trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as I pull her apart piece by piece. Her digging into my shoulders, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to me.

My hand moves faster, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to hold back the growl clawing its way out of my chest.

“Fuck, Livia,” I mutter, her name spilling out before I can stop it.

The climax hits me like a goddamn freight train, my body shuddering as I come hard, hot cum shooting out of my cock. Images of her on her knees with her mouth open as I come all over her flood my mind, the tension snapping and leaving me gasping for air.

I finally lean against the wall as reality crashes back in.

She’s not ready for what I want to give her—not yet.

But she will be.

The gym is where I drown the noise, sweat out the bullshit, and remind myself what real control feels like. But today, even with the weights stacked heavy and the music pounding through the speakers, it’s not enough to erase her.

She’s been stuck in my head, playing on a loop. I know what I should do.

I push through another set of leg presses, my thighs screaming in protest, but it’s not enough to shake the image.

Her.

I load another plate onto the leg press, the clang of steel echoing in the space around me. I keep telling myself this is about the plan. About getting her to snap, to give in. One slip, and she’s off my back for good. That’s all I need.

But even as I tell myself that, the lie feels heavy, settling in my gut like the weights I’m stacking. I grip the edge of the machine, bracing myself as I add another plate. I like to think my plan, my determination to get her out of my way and out of my team, is the only reason she’s stuck in my head. But it’s not.

And as if my thoughts have summoned her, I see her hair swaying in my peripheral vision as I take my seat on the leg press.

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