Page 31 of The Beast

“That’s great. You’ve been working hard since you started here.”

“What are you doing here, Beast?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Is it really that bad to see me?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” I frown at him.

“Yeah, I know. Anyway, everyone else is busy planning my surprise party so they decided I would be your ride tonight.”

“You know about the party?”

“Of course, I know. I do all the security for the clubhouse. Nothing gets in or out of there I don’t know about it.”

I want to smack that smug smirk off his face. But it’s also the same look that makes me want to throw caution to the wind and jump him. Beast tilts his head to the side, studying me before stepping into my office and closing the door.

The air is stifling, his scent overwhelming me. My heart starts to beat faster, and I know this is going to be another situation between the two of us that would be better left alone.

“What are you doing?” I ask when he circles my desk.

“Taking a chance.”

“Beast…”

“Just listen. I know I’m not the type of guy you want to be in a relationship with.” He cups my cheek gently. “But I hate this. I don’t want you to stay away from the clubhouse, or me, anymore.”

His fingers skim from my jaw and down my neck, an involuntary shudder working its way through my body. A small smile curves the side of his mouth.

“I can’t give you what you want.” My voice is soft, almost inaudible, but no one could miss the sad undertone.

“I want you in any way I can have you,” he says. I see his facial expression change before he speaks again. “Friends with benefits.”

“What?”

“It’s perfect,” he says and grins. “We can be friends and stop avoiding each other. You don’t need to commit to me and if I’m lucky, I can convince you to give me a chance sometime in the future.”

“It won’t work…” I start to explain all the issues.

“Yes. There are a million reasons why we shouldn’t do this, but I’m tired of trying to convince myself of them. I see the way you look at me and I know I want you.”

“Can you really do this? No strings attached?”

“It’s better than the alternative.”

“Which is?”

“Whatever the fuck this is.”

I don’t get a chance to agree to his plan, which is pure, unadulterated insanity before he slams his lips down on mine and every rational thought leaves my mind.

Our hands and lips are everywhere. It takes mere moments for us to strip me out of my clothes and his. I know this is a really bad idea, but I can’t find a single reason not to do this. Sex with Beast is thebest sex of my life! And I am not going to stop him.

He flips me and bends me over my desk, scattering papers everywhere. His fingers delve between my legs, testing my wetness.

“So ready for me,” Beast mumbles.

I swear I have a smart retort but my mind short-circuits when his big dick bottoms out in me. A loud moan is all that escapes as his hips piston into me. I don’t even have a moment to catch my breath before the first orgasm hits me.

“Fuck, yes,” Beast gasps loudly fucking me harder.

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