Page 14 of Redemption
She stepped forward, a cute smile forming on her lips. "Well, I guess you'll have to go shirtless," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. But her expression shifted when she noticed the empty whiskey bottle on the floor.
"You’re soaking wet, Sophia."
"I am," she admitted. A blush spread across her cheeks as she looked away. "I got caught in the rain outside. Henry dropped me off at the street instead of pulling in—he wasn’t too happy that I insisted on coming to help," she added softly.
"Well, you can’t stay in those wet clothes."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty.
I stepped closer until we were just inches apart. "I have something comfortable you can wear, but it's in my car. You can change into it," I offered.
Sophia hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked with mine. The tension between us was palpable, caution and desire both flickering in her eyes.
Sophia
Ishivered, cold and wet. “Okay,” was all I could say.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He closed the door behind him.
I was alone in his office and couldn’t help but take in my surroundings. The bottle of whiskey on the ground was empty, but he didn’t seem drunk. I walked over to his desk to see how far along he got with the report and felt the comfort of hot air blowing from the air vent overhead. My foot caught the strap of a duffel bag as I reached for the neat pile of papers on his desk. The bag was already unzipped, and I could clearly see white t-shirts and a few pairs of gray sweatpants.
I looked out the window, trying to see him, but I couldn’t see him in the darkness. He would probably be at his car by now, so I would only have a minute or so to change before he realized the clothes he was looking for were actually up here. I peeled off my wet clothes and bent over by the duffel bag. To my horror, The door swung open. He stood in the darkness of the doorway, a hulking shadow. He took a step forward into the light with lustful eyes as he took in the sight of my bare skin. I clutched his change of clothes tightly against my chest and pelvis. I couldonly stare back at him in shock as his eyes trailed up my body, taking in everything I couldn’t hide.
"I didn't expect you to be back so soon." I stammered. He didn’t break eye contact now as he stepped closer to me.
"Even if I didn’t come back so soon, would you not still be naked, waiting for me?"
“I saw the clothes under your desk. I was going to change before you came back.”
“You were snooping through my things?” he asked with a curious smile, taking another step towards me.
“No. Your bag was already open. I saw the clothes. I didn't know what I should do. I didn't want to stay in my wet clothes, and I thought you would be gone longer. I didn’t want to wait.”
“Neither do I.” He took another step closer, and I took a step back.
He grabbed my hips with his warm, strong hands. He pulled me close and stopped me from saying more with a deep, lust-fueled kiss. I took in a quick breath through my nose. The smell of cologne, whiskey, and a wave of his pheromones sent a shiver through my body as he pulled me in tighter. My lips were firm against his in shock, but they softened and kissed him back, as if my body were in control. I pulled away just enough to catch my breath as his hand slapped and gripped my ass. He growled, his other hand trailing up the soft skin of my stomach before grabbing the shirt I clung to my chest.
He pulled slowly, as if leaving room for me to resist. I stared into his eyes as the shirt slipped through my weak grip, my breasts now exposed to him in the dim glow. My heart pounded as he let out a satisfied breath, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. His hand slid up to the small of my back, and he dropped the shirt he took from me. He traced the curve of my waist, my ribs, and finally squeezed my breast. I sucked in a breath sharply as his thumb grazed over my nipple. His eyes slowly met mine,darkened with the same intense desire threatening to consume me.
I let my hands wander up his chest, feeling his solid muscles under my soft, small fingers. It was a sensation I didn’t know I needed. The way his skin warmed under my touch, the way his heart pounded against my palm, only deepened my need for him. I reached down and over his jeans. More hard than his muscles, he throbbed under my hand.
I could see the confident anticipation in his eyes as I collapsed to my knees and eagerly unzipped his jeans. He sprang free from the confines of his pants, and I let out an involuntary gasp. I held him in my hands and he let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed. The feel of him throbbing beneath my fingers was intoxicating—he was huge. I moved my thumb over the spot I knew he would love, reveling in the way his eyes rolled back. I kissed him with trembling lips, then stood and pressed myself against him, my body curving against his in a perfect fit. He hardened further in response, a primal growl escaped him as I kissed his chest.
In one swift motion, he swung his arm across his desk. The lamp shattered, papers flew into the air, and everything else crashed to the ground. Plunged into darkness, his hands dug into me and swiftly spun me around, bending me over the cold wooden desk. My back arched as he grabbed my hips and lifted them, my breath heavy against the smooth wood beneath me. My eyes fixed on the door I had walked through just five minutes earlier. I was here to help him finish the report, but somehow I ended up here, face down, ass up on his desk. I felt his massive presence behind me, and I nearly squealed as a shudder rippled through me. He filled me up further than I thought possible. He held himself deep inside me for one torturous moment before pulling out and thrusting in again.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. His rhythm picked up, each thrust driving more pleasure through me than the last. My hands clung to the edge of the desk as I felt him hit a spot deep within me that made me moan and clench hard. “Holy fuck.” He growled as his hand slammed onto the desk right by my face. I could feel his hot breath on my back as he hovered above me. Then he stood and pulled me into his arms. I felt weightless as he effortlessly held me in the air, filling me with a dozen thrusts before I even knew what was happening. My legs shook under the weight of pleasure coursing through me as I dangled in his arms, in the darkness.
Pleasure and disbelief dulled my senses as grunting raw power controlled me. He slowed and laid me down on my back across the wooden desk. Moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating him in a soft, ethereal glow. I looked up at him, awed by the primal prowess he’d shown. He was panting heavily, his strong chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.
His hands gripped my waist tightly as he began to move again. Each stroke was slowly drawn out; he took his time to savor every movement and sensation. The desk creaked beneath me as his pace remained constant and slow. His muscles flexed at the pleasure jolting through him, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight as he stared at me. He gradually increased his pace until he was lost again in a frenzied rhythm. Every thrust sent a wave of ecstasy through me, each more powerful than the last. The pleasure threatened to consume me entirely; my vision blurred slightly at the edges, my senses blind to everything but him.
His grip on me tightened further when he felt me clench around him again, the unexpected pressure causing him to lean over me and groan low in his throat. My fingers dug into his strong forearm, my other hand reaching up to tangle in his dark hair. With one last powerful thrust, my mind went blank as Itrembled beneath him, lost in the throes of pleasure that washed over me.
He soon followed suit, slowing down until he stilled inside of me. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before cupping the side of my face, as if what he had just done to me was tender. His darkened eyes looked into mine as he pulled out slowly. He stood up, towering over me as tingles still rippled through me. He offered his hand to help me stand up from the desk, his fingers gently caressing mine as I took it. I stood up, shaking on my legs. He quickly moved his arm around me, pulling me into him. I drew in a breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure after what had just happened.
Casually, as if we hadn't just driven each other to the brink not moments ago, he reached for his discarded jeans. I stepped over my wet clothes and put on the white shirt and sweatpants that I had nearly managed to put on earlier. Thirty seconds could have changed the course of this whole night.
"Gabriel," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
