Page 33 of If You Could Only Imagine
And I couldn’t believe I got into an actual fistfight with my father like we were in a high school locker room fighting over a girl. The rumors, the fighting…this is shit Michael would get into. Not me. I’m the stable brother, goddamn it!
The worst part of this shitastic day is that I haven’t even had a chance to speak with Denise. She never responded to my text, and I felt like I was losing my mind. I haven’t even been here a full month, and it felt like everything was falling apart.
I was about to lock up shop-I wasn’t getting fuck all done anyway-when the door to my office opened. I expected it to be Mason or Shane checking up on me, or hell, even my father ready for round two. But when I looked up, walking in was the source of all my angst.
Denise.
Or, rather,Ms. Hart,I supposed.
I remained seated at my desk and waited quietly as she shut the door behind her and approached my desk. I have been fucking things up left and right; I was not about to utter a word, possibly making things worse between us.
She passed the guest chairs and stopped right in front of my desk. Her right hand shot up to cover her gasp. “Aiden,” she breathed. “Oh, god, are you okay?” Her beautiful hazel eyes were full of worry as she searched my face.
I leaned back in my chair and shrugged a shoulder. “I’m fine, De…Ms. Hart.” Her formal name tasted like acid on my tongue. I hated calling her Ms. Hart, but I failed to respect her wishes when I barged into her meeting with Sampson, resulting in kicking off a shit storm of drama, the least I could do is try to respect her wishes now. And one of those wishes was to address her by her last name.
Denise let out a heavy sigh. “Aiden…” I studied her face and noticed that it was no longer full of anger or hurt. She looked sad, tired and breathtaking.
I straightened in my chair and waved away her concern. “I’m fine, Ms. Hart,” I repeated. Looking behind her, the shut door bothered me, and so I stood up to go open it. I’ve done enough to this woman, I didn’t need to keep making a bad situation worse.
As I walked past her, she reached out and grabbed my arm. “You’re leaving?” she asked, her voice shaky and unsure.
I looked down at the face I wanted to stare at for the rest of my life and I honestly didn’t know what to say. I went with keeping things simple. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so I’m going to open the door,” I explained. “No need to add to the gossip, Ms. Hart.”
“Quit calling me that,” she snapped, surprising the shit out of me.
And then pissing me off.
I bared down on her, finally, fed the fuck up. “Why?” I barked. “Isn’t that what you insisted on just fucking yesterday?” She blanched, not familiar with this side of me. “As a matter of fact, are you in here for something work related,Ms. Hart?Because I do believe that was another stipulation you put on our association, wasn’t it?” I knew I was being a dick, but I couldn’t stop myself. Everything felt like it was crashing down on me and I didn’t need her confusing me further. “I don’t think asking me if I’m alright qualifies as work related.”
Her eyes glossed over, and I instantly felt like I was being sliced open with rusty razor blades. “Stop it, Aiden,” she whispered.
My brows shot up. “Oh, I’m Aiden again?” As much as the distress on her face pained me, I couldn’t control my knee-jerk anger.
She went from upset to pissed in a millisecond. Her hands fisted against her thighs and she narrowed her eyes at me. “I’m confused, alright?!” she yelled. “I’m fucking confused and…and…”
I stepped to her until her ass hit the edge of my desk. “And fucking what, Denise?” I yelled back. Fuck a scene at this point. We were already the talk of the building. What’s one more fight?
Her eyes raced over mine as she admitted, “I don’t know what to do about…any of…this!”
“I do,” I snapped right before I slammed my lips down on hers. I had her ass perched on my desk, her legs spread wide, and my hands trapped in her hair before she let out her first moan.
Now, the responsible thing to do here would be to make sure the door to my office was locked, but I didn’t. I didn’t give two fucks about a locked door. I poured everything I’d been feeling into my attack and Denise wasn’t stopping me.
She. Was. Not. Stopping. Me.
“Aiden…” she breathed when I released her lips and started kissing her neck.
“If you don’t want this…if you don’t want me,” I clarified, “then you better say something now, Denise.” I nipped the skin under her jaw. “Get up, walk out and don’t ever walk back in here, shutting the door behind you, ever again.”
She let out the most heartbreaking whimper. “I…oh, God help me, I want this, Aiden,” she sobbed. “I want you, but-”
I stood up, and staring down at her, I started unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants and whipping my dick out, said, “No buts, baby. There’s only you and me. Nothing else.” I reached for her hips, yanked her ass to the edge of the desk, and I silently thanked God as I watched her help this bad decision along.
Denise had her skirt curled in her hands, pulling the hem up over her thick thighs. And the second I saw her drenched panties, I reached out with my thumb, hooked them aside, and with my dick in my other hand, I guided my cock into her opening, and finally, slamming into her until I was buried to the hilt.
Her elbows folder under her body and she fell back across my desk. “Aiden!”
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head as I covered her body with mine. “Everyone’s so eager to hear us fight, I hope they’re just as eager to hear us fuck,” I growled, and Sweet Baby Jesus, Denise spread her legs wider to accommodate my thrusts into her beautiful body. If I didn’t know how important her professionalism was to her, I’d think the idea of people hearing us fuck was turning her on.
