Page 68 of Only Ever Yours

“You can't say shit like this. I’m your employee.” His eyes tighten as I speak. “You know, I could file a complaint against you.” I stand firm, challenging him with a raised eyebrow.

But the asshole laughs. “Peachy, you do know I own the fucking company?”

I shrug. “Well, I could file a lawsuit then,” I say matter-of-factly, even though I know I wouldn’t dare.

He steps closer. Then closer.

Every step he takes forward, I take one step back, until I find myself pinned directly against his desk, and his body is flush with mine. He takes my coffee from my grasp and sets it on his desk beside me. His cologne consumes my senses, and all kinds of naughty thoughts start swirling in my head.

His eyes tighten, and I watch his tongue slip out and glisten his lips. He’s full of temptation.

“Are youreallygonna do that?” he’s daring me. I don’t miss the heat in his eyes when he glances down at my exposed cleavage. I look away, but his fingers lift my chin to meet his eyes once again. “You gonna sue me when I have you spread out across my desk, feasting on your fucking pussy like it’s my last goddamn meal?”

Fuck. This man’s cocky mouth—wetness pools, and I’m dripping from his words.

Then, suddenly, I’m jolted further back onto the desk when he steps further into me, pushing me further onto the desk in the process. The heat from his thick thigh penetrates through my lace thong, causing my pussy to clench in anticipation.

His eyes darken, daring me to keep up this game.

“Go on, Peachy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with heat. “Tell me again how you’re gonna sue me… when we both know you’re about two seconds away from begging me to bend you over and fuck you on my desk. I’ll have you screaming so loud the entire office will know who you belong to.”

Damn him. Damn the way my body responds to him like it’s made for this. I open my mouth, ready to throw out some kind of smart-ass response, but all that comes out is a shaky exhale when his lips graze my jaw, his breath warm and teasing against my skin.

I’m in so much trouble.

Dammit.

This man.

This fucking man.

I have only seconds to decide my next move and try to talk myself out of this temptation, because I know I’m about to cave under his touch. The smell of him, and his shirt, fitted just right, has had me wet since we left the house this morning. All he has to do is open his sinful mouth, and my body starts to react. I’m supposed to be angry with him. Instead, I’m turned on and craving his touch. I hate how he does this to me, time and time again. He summons all of me to him; any strength I think I have is gone, flying out the fucking window.

Every.

Single.

Time.

I fall back to my sweaty palms, feeling my heart pounding against my chest. I’m drawn to him and watch as his lustful gaze casts a spell over me, heating my bodyin its path. I’m offering myself to him, knowing he wants exactly what I do, just waiting for his next move.

He leans down, dragging his fingertips lightly across my parted lips, then up and around my ear, pushing back strands of fallen hair while looking into my eyes. His unexpected gesture knocks the wind out of my lungs, and it’s suddenly hard to breathe.

Jaydon

I have her exactly where I want her, so fucking beautiful and spread out on my desk. My dick has been hard since I saw her walk across the kitchen floor this morning. Ever since she told me she was single a few days ago, I've wanted to get my hands on her, wear her down, fuck with her head a little. The possessive need inside me has me craving her sweet pussy. I need to get inside her again. The feeling of her tight wet pussy is ingrained into my brain, never to be forgotten, and it's all I can think about. Memories of being with her are the sweetest form of punishment, and it’s been too goddamn long since I've had a taste of her.

She should be mine by now.

All fucking mine.

It's partially my fault; I’ve been fucking around and letting this go on for far too long.

But here we are still playing these stupid fucking games. But if this is a game to her, then I never want to stop playing, because she's my fucking undoing.

She looks at me with hooded eyes and those goddamn, fuckable lips that I know feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. And I know I’m about to turn fucking feral on her pussy once I have another taste. I run my hand up her exposed thigh, gliding my thumb along her inner thigh.

Just as my hand skates up her thigh into dangerous territory, getting so close I can feel the edges of her lace thong, her eyes fall closed. Her lips part on the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard, and I feel her legs tighten around my thigh.

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