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I hesitate as I mull over his offer.
At this point, I have nothing else to lose when it comes to Evan Maxwell. Sure, this arrangement could ruin me, break me. But I’d rather be broken than never feel his touch again.
Decision made, I extend my hand, making a deal with the devil. “You have yourself a deal, your royalassholeness.”
He smirks, looking every inch the handsome, heartbreaking, devil, I believe him to be. Taking my hand, he pulls me into his body, his mouth dropping to my ear. “I’m glad you’ve accepted my offer, Brat. No strings. Just amazing sex…my favorite.” He groans, grinding into me and letting me feel just how much he appreciates my agreeing.
My heart stalls in my chest when his arousal hits my most sensitive spot, and in that moment, I suddenly have a better understanding for the bulls in Spanish bullfighting.
Because I used to think bulls were crazy for chasing those red flags, yet here I am chasing the biggest red flag of them all, without a care in the world for my future health.
Chapter 31
Evan
By Monday afternoon, I’m already regretting the deal I made with the brat.
Anais struts around my office like she owns the place, wearing a skirt so short it should be illegal, and a smug, triumphant grin on her face that says she’s won. A prize apparently. Though, I’m not quite sure what that prize is, because I made it clear from the beginning, that this isn’t some friends with benefits situation – because you’d actually have to be friends for it to be considered that. What we are is… I don’t know.
What I do know is this – it’s strictly benefits. No strings, no expectations and none of the usual bullshit that comes with having a girlfriend. Just amazing sex, with clear boundaries to keep things simple and confusion free.
In the deepest corner of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. But from the moment I pushed inside her pussy, I quickly realized I’d want her again. Repeatedly, until her body and cunt know who they belong to. Until I’ve left an imprint she can never erase.
I groan. The thought alone has me shifting in my seat, my cock twitching in my pants at the memory of her wrapped around me, strangling me with her tight pussy. Truthfully, I’ve never felt anything like it. Hot, tight, wet, willing…and so damn innocent. I grin.
And now her virginity belonged to me.
Stepping out of my office, I open my mouth, ready to give Anais a task, only to find her desk empty. I frown, as my eyes scan the corridor and land on her, laughing with a man who clearly wants to lose his damn job. My jaw tightens. Withouta second thought, I stride toward them, fully prepared to give them a piece of my mind. I’m not jealous. Not even a little bit. But for fucks’ sake, I’m not paying them to stand around and flirt on my time.
“This looks cozy,” I sneer, my voice filled sardonic amusement. Though it’s not funny at all. They both startle, their heads whipping toward me. “Didn’t realize I was paying you to flirt with my assistant,Elijah.”
Eli pales, straightening his posture in an attempt to make himself look bigger. It doesn’t work. He clears his throat. “Of course not, Mr. Maxwell. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He turns without another word, scurrying back down the hall to his office.
Exactly where the fucker belongs.
“You’re such an asshole,” Anais huffs.
I turn my glare on her, hissing out “You’re supposed to be at my beck and call, not flirting with my staff.”
She rolls her eyes, turning on her heel and throwing over her shoulder. “There’s no rule against using the bathroom, Evan. Or making polite conversation.”
I follow after her, groaning when her peachy ass sways with every step back to her desk. I lean in, close to her ear, murmuring, “My office. Now. You need to be punished for your insolence.”
She shivers at my words. My lips tug up into a smirk. No matter how much of an asshole I am, I still affect her.
Before she can argue, I take her by the elbow and guide her into my office, slamming the door shut behind me. Janice’s alarmed expression from her desk doesn’t matter right now. Nothing does, except this brat who seems to want to test my control.
I turn to face her. Her arms are crossed, chin lifted defiantly. My eyes narrow. “You’re going to get us caught, ifyou keep acting like a caveman.” She arches a brow. “Wouldn’t want HR coming down on you for violating thenofraternization policy.” She uses finger quotes, mocking me. But instead of pissing me off it sends a jolt of heat straight to my dick.
“Maybe,” I smirk, “But you’re still here, so…” her mouth parts, ready to spew a retort, but I cut her off. “Desk. Now.” I tug her to my desk, moving things out of the way, making room for her so she doesn’t make a complete mess. I throw her a pointed look. “On your hands and knees. Bad girls get punished, Brat.”
Her cheeks flush, eyes darken with lust. For a moment, I think she’s going to deny me, but instead she obeys, climbing up on the desk and glancing over her shoulder with a mock pout. “What happens if I accidently,” she knocks the penholder over. “Oopps, sorry,” she teases. I growl, gripping the hem of her skirt, pushing it up, exposing her silk thong and the perfect curve of her round ass. Anais whimpers. “What’re you going to do to me?”
“Punish you.” I say simply, stroking over the soft fabric. “Such a pretty little ass, Brat.” I murmur, transfixed at the sight. “Naughty girls get punished. And you are overdue. It’s about time someone disciplined you, don’t you think?” It’s a rhetorical question. I don’t need an answer.
“Evan,” Anais chokes out when I run a finger from her asshole down to her clit.
“Hmm, dirty girl. You’re so damn wet, look at the mess you’ve already made. You’re leaking down your thighs.” I groan, pulling her panties down to the crook of her knees, my mouth watering at the sight of her on display for me. My fingers slide through her wet cunt before I bring them to my mouth and suck them inside. Her eyes widen as she watches me. I smirk. “Fucking delicious,” I murmur, never taking mygaze from her. Her mouth parts with her panting breaths and I want nothing more than to shove my dick down her throat. But that will have to wait. Lowering my hand, I rub at her entrance, salivating at the gush of arousal dripping from her. My cock aches, straining painfully against my zipper.
