Page 52 of Catalyst

Instead, I stride further into the room, coming around his desk. I shove Adam’s shoulder, pushing him back into his chair, and then plop my ass right onto his lap.

Adam sighs, his annoyance clear, but his arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer. “As much as I love having your ass pressed against me, now isn’t a great time.”

“Now is the best time. Not a single person is going to walk through those doors because they’re all terrified of getting yelled at. Which means…” I run my nose up the column of Adam’s neck, breathing in his delicious scent and pressing kisses to his skin. I nip at his earlobe and then whisper, “We could do whatever we want, and no one would know.”

Adam’s cock stiffens under my ass, and I squirm a little to rub against him.

“You are a wicked distraction.”

“Wearing a dress for easy access.”

Adam’s hand slides up my thigh, slipping under the hem of my dress and straight to my core.

“Naughty girl. You’re already wet for me.”

“And getting wetter by the second.”

“Pull out my cock,” Adam growls. There will be no sweet touches this time. No gentle looks or softly spoken words. It’s not what he needs right now, nor is it what I want.

I move to straddle Adam’s lap, my legs hanging over the sides of the chair. His belt buckle clanks as I fumble it open, my fingers shaking in my haste. I will never understand how this man can make me go from zero to one hundred in only a few seconds.

I pull down the waistband of Adam’s boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. I wrap my fist around his length and pump a couple of times.

Adam springs forward, lifting me by the hips and turning me around so fast I gasp at the movement. He presses me over his desk, my chest crinkling the papers that were strewn across the top. He slides my underwear down my legs until they pool around my feet.

My breaths come out in pants, my body vibrating with lust and excitement. I didn’t anticipate having sex on Adam’s desk when I came in here, but I am not mad about it.

I’ve always been a sucker for his broodiness.

A crack sounds through the room, and fire erupts across my ass cheek. This asshole just spanked me. And I annoyingly liked it.

“You think you can just come in here and distract me with this gorgeous ass and pretty pussy without any consequences?”

I shiver at Adam’s words. Fuck me, this is not what I had in mind, but I am here for it. “I just wanted to help.”

“Hmm, and this was what you were going to use?” He runs his fingers through my wet slit, making me shiver.

“Please,” I moan.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me, sir.”

Adam drives his cock into me in one swift movement, and I cry out at the pressure. His hand wraps around my mouth to silence me as he begins pounding into my body until I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.

“If you don’t keep quiet, you won’t get to come,” Adam whispers into my ear. My god, I think I’m going to explode into a million pieces. I haven’t seen this version of Adam since my first few weeks at Sidelines. He’s always been dominant, but today, he’s angry, and he’s taking it out on me. Just like I always fantasized he would.

He reaches around me with his free hand and begins to circle my clit until stars dance behind my eyes. My back arches. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass pounds in my ears, and I’m on the edge of something I’m a little afraid of.

“Give it to me,” Adam grates out into my ear, and my body follows his command. The orgasm crashes through me in waves of ecstasy, and I scream into his hand, grateful he never moved it.

When I’m quiet again, he drops his hand from my mouth and grabs my hips, squeezing his fingers into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He starts to pound into me, his thrusts erratic as he chases his own orgasm. He’s hitting a spot so deep inside me, I come a second time, and I have to bite my own hand to keep from shouting out loud.

Adam’s thrusts stutter as his cock pulses inside me, his groan rumbling deep in his chest and vibrating against my back.

He collapses down on top of me, his heavy breathing tickling my neck. “Fuck, woman. I did not have that on my to-do list today.”

I snort. “It wasn’t what I intended when I walked in here either, but I’m glad it happened anyway.”

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