Page 22 of My Wildest Obsession

His hands grip my thighs and he thrusts into me in one smooth move. I'm already so turned on and I know that I’m minutes, maybe seconds, away from coming. It’s a good thing too, since anyone could walk back here and see us.

“Oh god,” I gasp as he grinds against me and he bares his teeth at me in a twisted smirk.

“There’s no god here. Just me. You say my name when you’re on my cock,” he orders.

I’d never admit it, but him bossing me around right now only has me burning hotter.

He starts a slow pace and I dig my nails into his biceps.

“I need more” I growl at him, glaring up at him and he only smirks back at me.

Even when we’re having sex, it feels more like a battle sometimes. A really sexy one.

“You need exactly what I’m giving you. It’s going to build inside of you until you can’t stand it, until the orgasm is everywhere. Then you’re going to come harder than you ever have before. And you’re going to scream my name while you do.”

He’s so confident and I want to snap at him. I want to tell him that I know how to get myself off, that I know what he needs better than he does, but before I can, I feel it. That familiar tightening in my core, the tingles in my fingers as my orgasm starts to build. Just like he said it would.

I can’t tell if I love him or hate him in that moment. I stare up at him, my teeth grinding together to hold back my moans and he only grins. He can see it in my eyes. He knows that he has me, that I’m about to splinter apart all around him.

His pace stays the same, that maddeningly slow rhythm. He grinds down against my clit with each pass, thrusting into me and rubbing over my g-spot every time.

My nails dig into his skin, leaving angry crescent shapes behind and I smile.

Good. I want to mark him the same way that’s he’s marking me. I want him to remember this tomorrow, even if I’m sure that both of us will pretend that it never happened.

I look up, meeting his dark gaze as I reach my peak. My teeth sink into my bottom lip until I taste blood and his brow furrows at the sight. It’s the first sign of his armor cracking and for some reason, that makes my release so much sweeter.

“Theo,” I breathe and we both seem surprised that I said it.

Maybe it’s me saying it that causes him to reach his own peak, but he groans as he finds his orgasm.

His name hangs between us as we both come together and I’m not sure if I wish I could take it back or not.

His gaze stays locked with mine for a moment and I can see it so clearly. He wants me. He likes me, maybe even loves me.

Then he blinks and in the next instant, that cold mask is back in place and I’m left feeling cold and alone.

The sun is shining bright as he pulls out of me and starts to right his clothes. He doesn’t look at me and I slide off his desk as I pull my dress back into place. I’d have to bend over to grab my panties and I’m already feeling too exposed so I leave them on his office floor and walk back to my desk without a word or backward glance.

It hits me then.

I’m playing a dangerous game here. It’s not just a scorecard, not when I have feelings for him.

Not when I’m already in love with him.

What am I supposed to do now?

TEN

Theo

I’m aboutto order Clara to come into my office when the door opens and my Aunt Cheryl walks in instead.

“Theo,” she says with a warm smile and I force myself to smile back as she comes around my desk to hug me.

I sneak a peek at Clara’s desk and frown when I see that it’s empty.Where could she have gone off too?

“What are you doing here, Cheryl?” I ask, and she brushes some imaginary dirt off of my suit.

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