Page 69 of Beautiful Desire

He stands to the side, allowing me to enter before following me in and quietly closing the door behind him. I walk to the middle of the room and take a glance around, trying to avoid his eyes for as long as possible.

I look at the clock on the wall and see the time reads five-fifteen. Phew, only fifteen minutes left, and then I am out of here. My focus falls to my hands and as I start to fidget with them, and Dom moves to stand in front of me.

Don’t look up. Don’t look up.

I repeat the mantra in my head until I see him take a step toward me and feel his arms wrap around me.

What is happening?

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on with you right now, but I want you to know I’m here if you want to.”

Tears well in my eyes at his words; he’s making this so much harder than he even realizes. As we stand here in an embrace, with his muscular arms firmly locked around me, his chin resting on my head, and his smell invading my senses, I feel my resistance crumbling. I lift my arms and wrap them around his large frame, my hands splayed on his back. Closing my eyes, I inhale and wish things could be different and this could be more.

Dropping a gentle kiss on top of my head, Dom takes me by the shoulders and pulls back, looking into my eyes. I look up and see a mixture of emotions running through his beautiful eyes. Desire. Longing. Lust.

We stand there staring at one another, lost in the moment, the tension in the room swirling around us. The building could be falling down, and I’m pretty sure neither of us would care all that much.

When he brings one hand under my chin and tips my head back a little more, I notice his stare has become more intense as it bounces back and forth between my eyes and lips. I sense him getting closer, but I’m gone. Too lost in those blue eyes. The same pair that are with me no matter where I go and I haven’t been able to escape from for the past year and a half.

I feel the faint touch of his lips on mine, his tongue swiping across my lower lip, and I can’t resist the temptation anymore. I’ve fought it too hard, for too long, and I give in, opening my mouth and granting him access. My hands travel up his tight, muscular arms, the feeling of his biceps making me almost go weak at the knees.

Dom takes the hand that was on my chin and twines his fingers in the mess of my blonde hair. I feel the other settle on my hip briefly before moving around and grabbing my ass, pulling me closer and allowing me to feel the growing bulge in his pants.

I can’t help the moan that travels up my throat when he grinds his length against me, causing a rush of wetness in my panties. He starts moving us up against the wall beside his office door, the same door he pinned me against just yesterday. Only this time, we’re both too lost in the moment and tired of fighting to pull away.

As he grinds his hardening cock against me, our kiss becomes more heated. Moving his lips, he trails kisses along my jawline before moving onto my neck.

Elle, what the hell are you doing?I hear the tiny, very distant voice in my head shout at me.

But I can’t come back from this. I’m too far gone.

Using both hands, he pushes my skirt up above my waist as his hand works its way down my stomach and into my panties. Dom lets out a deep, low moan as he dips a thick finger inside me and feels just how wet I am for him.

“Fuck, Elle. You’re always so wet for me,” he says in a thick, gravelly voice.

There’s no way I can communicate my thoughts to him in this state. I’m too worked up and in need of a release. His free hand comes back to the base of my skull and grips my hair tightly. He kisses me again, and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach, bringing with them another rush of wetness to cover his fingers. I’m not going to last long if he keeps this up.

“Yes, that’s it, angel. Show me just how much you’ve missed me. How you’ve missed my fingers inside you, my tongue licking up every single drop of your sweet juices.”

Oh, God.

“Come on, angel. Tell me you want my cock inside you. I know you do. I just need to hear you say it. I haven’t stopped dreaming of your soaking wet pussy taking my cock ever since that first night.”

“Oh, Dom. Please. Yes, yes.” I’m panting like there isn’t enough oxygen left on this planet.

“Elle, baby, you need to come on my fingers for me. I’m not fucking you for the first time in a year on my desk. Come for me,” Dom grits out through clenched teeth, and it’s his final command that sends me spiraling as my orgasm overtakes me.

He slips his hand out of my panties before sucking off my arousal with his eyes trained on mine. We stand in silence for a few moments, trying to catch our breath. Dom leans down and presses a soft, gentle kiss on my no doubt swollen lips before pulling the hem of my skirt back down in place.

Moving back, he gives me space to fix my blouse, and I notice him fixing the zipper area of his pants.

“I…I didn’t mean to come on to you like that, Elle. I just couldn’t resist any longer. I’ve been fighting this for too long,” he says moving just an inch closer to me again.

I roll my shoulders back and try my best to put on a fake confident smile.

“I’m sorry too. I should have stopped. You’re my boss. We both agreed to leave the past in the past and keep this professional,” I say, gesturing back and forth between us.

Dom’s jaw falls slightly, and only because of our proximity, I see it – I think it’s shock at my reply to his admission. Clearing his throat, he looks down at his shoes while taking a step back and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

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