Page 637 of Hell Hath No Fury
Kareem brings his knuckles to his chin. “Happy Thursday to you, too,” he says.
“Listen, I don’t know how they do things in the other offices, but we appreciatecourtesyhere. There’s a system within my department, one that your father trusts—”
“I’m not my father,” he exclaims. “By no means am I saying I don’t trust your system. Kade’s cousin, Jackson, and I went to college together. He’s an investor and sent Kade and the Train-X brand our way. He called with a last-minute request, and you were out for lunch that day. I wasn’t trying to step on your toes. You were busy, and I was available, so I signed the documents, and I meant to tell you, but it slipped my mind.”
“Oh.” My breath shatters from me, causing my back to buckle in defeat.
Kareem gazes at me for a moment, neither of us saying anything else. The intensity in his stare sends a chill up my back. A tiny sliver of my being wants to respond with something snappy, but I have no rebuttal. I came here to set him straight, yet all I want to do is run my fingers through his beard.
Why is this man so damn fine? I internalize the thought before standing to put some much-needed distance between us.
“I know this is your domain,” he finally adds.
“What?” I spin to face him.
He leans forward. “Have dinner with me tonight,” he requests, changing the subject.
I look at him, confused, then chuckle. He stands and strolls to the seat next to me. I fall back into the chair, straighten my posture, and press my lips together. “Kareem.”
He places a hand over mine. “Don’t say no.” He waits for me to respond, and when I don’t, he continues. “It’s just dinner. You have to eat, right?” He searches my face.
“I’m flattered, I am. But I can’t do this.” I wave my index between us. “Not only are you my boss, but you’re my employer’s son, and I don’t need anything romantic in my life right now. I only came to ask that you inform me of these things so I’m not blindsided.”
I stand again and prepare to leave, but he stops me. A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow it as he pins me between him and the old Cherrywood desk.
* * *
Kareem
I know it shouldn’t. However, seeing the fire in her eyes over her authority excites me. I love the play for power she possesses, but she needs to know I’m in charge. This is my game to play and win.
I’m going to consume her, command her body, and string the pleasure from her to my heart’s desire. Or until I come watching her writhe in ecstasy. Rylan stills in front of me, not moving away from my touch like I expect her to. I rise to my full height, towering over her short frame. With my palm resting against her hip, I step as close as possible without melding our bodies together.
She stiffens while looking everywhere but at me. Even still, I can see the fight behind her eyes. Her brain tells her to deny me, but her body says otherwise. Like me, she remembers how good I made her feel, and I can sense she can tell how badly I want to do it again.
Our eyes meet, and I swear I see her heart skip a beat. Or maybe I’m projecting because I know mine does. The room is silent except for our breaths. That’s how deep our chemistry is; even the air in our lungs can’t handle the connection. I want to run my hand up her frame, but I don’t. I like seeing the control slipping from her gaze.
Rylan stretches her spine while poking her chest in my direction, and, out of reflex, I drop my eyes to her breasts. She’s fully covered, but nothing can erase the image of her perky d-cups from my head. I lick my lips and trail my gaze back to her face. Needing to touch her, I glance up and down her body before bringing my thumb to her lips.
Rylan sucks in air, letting out a subtle gasp that I almost overlook.She’s caving. When I run the pad of my finger over her bottom lip, she tugs at my waist. She uses her eyes to tell me she needs more, and I oblige. We meet somewhere in the middle when I bring my hand to the back of her neck.
I inhale her scent, and my dick pulses behind the fabric of my gray slacks. Rylan closes the gap, devouring my mouth with hers as our tongues fight to be in control. She moans against me while bringing her arms around my neck. I press myself closer to her, swooping her up and sitting her luscious ass atop my desk.
Rylan tries to move and take the lead, but I stop her. “Stop moving,” I order through a kiss. “I know you like being in control.” I lick the roof of her mouth. “It’s sexy as fuck.” A peck. “But when the clothes come off, this is my territory. You do what I say when I say it.”
She remains quiet.
“Now, I’m going to make you come. Then, after work, you’ll join me for dinner.”
Her gaze roams my face like she’s uncertain about what I’ve said. “Our staff is right outside that door,” she states.
“Then I guess you need to come before someone walks in.” I kiss her again.
A whimper pours from her, and I smile. She’s turned on, and so am I. Who doesn’t love the thrill of being caught? Slowly I unzip her pants, easing them down only to stop to take her face between my palms. After I’ve had my fill of her mouth, I return to my previous task and release the button on her pants.
Her breath hitches when my fingers find her bud, and with only the slightest touch, she shudders against me. Her pussy is wet and ready for me to claim. Rylan spreads her legs, giving me as much access as possible. I wish we were home where I could get her naked and truly have my way with her.
I push her onto her back and scoot until my dick touches the hard surface. Dragging my middle finger from her opening back to her clit, I groan at the sexy faces she makes. Her mouth gapes open, and she struggles with her breaths. My eyes narrow into slits as I wet my lips, trying to ignore my hard-on.
