Page 43 of Had To Be You

“Please,” I groan.

He just smirks as he withdraws his length from me in a titillating torture then pushes back in. I bite my lip to stop my moans from escaping. My God, he’s driving me crazy. It feels incredible. He moves in and out of me, slow and smooth at first and then it changes to quick and greedy with the same intensity he exudes with everything he does. My hands in his hair. His hands wrapped around my hips.

“You drive me wild, Ellie,” he murmurs. The strain in his voice betrays his desperate need to get there. But knowing Liam, he’ll make sure I get there first. Pulling back, his forehead meets mine, his jaw lax. Our eyes hold, but his gaze feels different. He’s serious. It’s intimate. Every part of me aches as he looks at me like I’m all he’s ever wanted.

With my ass hovering on the edge of the cold, wood surface, his strong hands hold me in place as he moves deeper, rotates his hips and seconds later I’m crying out his name. Liam’s shoulder covers my mouth as he harshly whispers into my ear. “Someone will hear us, and I don’t plan on stopping, Ells. Bite my shoulder.”

I press my teeth into the hard flesh of his shoulder to muffle the cries that I’m powerless to stop. My body shakes and tremors as I give myself over to him. The sensations are electrifying; they rip through me as the orgasm takes over my every nerve, every muscle, my very being. My head falls back, and I feel his warm mouth on my neck, only increasing the pleasure.

I rest my forehead on his chin while he continues to slam into me. Thrusting over and over until I see stars. He grabs the back of my hair and now it’s Liam’s turn. His hands move down my sides to my hips as he grips me even tighter, rocking into me deeper until he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close, as close as we could ever be. He stills, finding his release.

“Oh… oh… God,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck, my jaw and then my lips.

After several minutes, he slowly pulls out of me and helps me off of his desk. He puts himself back together then gently smooths my hair back in place. He unbuttons his dress shirt, taking it off, then turns towards a small closet near the back of the room. My eyes study the deep grooves and lines of his bare back, muscles that I can still feel on my fingertips, noticing faint red lines covering his shoulders and upper back.

“Are these marks from me? From the night of the club?”

“Yes. And no need to apologize. I loved it,” he says, reaching for a new white dress shirt, slipping his arms into the sleeves. “I’m betting there will be a few new ones after today.”

I watch Liam button his shirt and straighten himself back up. I can still feel my racing heart after what we just did on his desk. I don’t remember ever feeling this alive. This is what happiness feels like, what it looks like. I know with everything in me that I’m falling harder every day for this man. And it should be terrifying because until Liam, I’d never allowed myself to fall for anyone.

He reaches for me and I’m quickly back in his arms. He presses my back into his chest- his very hard, broad, sexy chest - and softly kisses my shoulder. He whispers against my cheek, “That was a first for me, by the way.”

I can’t help but smile. “Sex on your desk?”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. I sigh at the thought of being one of his firsts.

“I’m glad.”

His chest gently shakes against my back as he chuckles.

He’s the only thing I want. But this is starting to feel like it isn’t enough. I want a life with Liam. An open and honest one where we let each other in, learn each other’s hearts. I’m left with an ache in my chest and a panic in my stomach knowing I need to figure out what I’m going to do when he learns my secret. If Liam knew the whole truth about me, this thing between us would be over. He would walk away for good. And I would deserve the heartache that came with it for the stupid mistakes I’ve made. Tears burn, threatening to fall.

You’re not a kid anymore.

You’ve grown up.

You made a mistake.

People make mistakes.

I close my eyes, swallowing the lump of pain lodged in my throat. I’ve been hiding from my past for a long time, but I’ve never had anyone in my life worth fighting for until now.

I know in my soul that Liam is worth the fight.

So that’s what I intend to do.

Chapter Seventeen

Liam

There was something in her eyes when she left my office today that I couldn’t make out. It’s a look I’ve seen before, a flicker of uncertainty that I can’t understand. I want to believe she wants more than just a casual fling, but the truth is I’m not sure. I can’t get enough of her. I’ve decided that Ellie is the cure for everything. She’s reckless, impulsive, spur of the moment - everything I thought I would hate.

Turns out the exact opposite is true. Ellie Reeves is everything -absolutely everything - I’ve never known I wanted.

Ellie forces me not to take things too seriously. She forces me to balance my work life with my personal one, to be in the present moment, to appreciate the little things. With Ellie, it’s impossible not to enjoy life. The problem is I risk losing sight of my ambitions and forgetting why I’ve worked so damn hard all these years to make partner. All I want to do is lose myself in her.

Prime example: I have a meeting to get to, but I can’t stop picturing her on my desk. Her long, soft hair in my fist. Her head thrown back as I give her what she wants. Her blue irises - those fucking goddess eyes that are full of emotion and heat, that sear right through mine in a way I’ve never known. She does something to me. She does everything to me. She sets my heart on fire. And I have zero plans of stopping it.

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