Chapter Ten

The speed at which I’m up from my chair and being hoisted onto my boss’s desk has to be record breaking. If there are records of such events, which I’m sure there’s not, but maybe there should be.

Though why bother because I already know Steele and I would dominate.

While he undoes his pants, I scramble to get my panties down and over my shoes, which are staying on because they’re buckled, and I don’t have the patience for that.

“Ah, that cock. I thought I’d never see him again.”

Steele runs a finger across my hole and holds it up for me to see how it glistens. “Your pussy’s been crying for him.”

That’s not all that’s crying for him. My eyes are also pricking with tears. I’d always thought there were only two things that touch me—superior organizational systems and five-star dinner menus. Steele Sebastian’s cock is now added to that list because I’m definitely touched by that beautiful beast, and I’ve yet to have it in me.

“Don’t torture me, Steele. Hurry the fuck up.”

As I’ve already learned, the man does not take direction. Instead, he licks his finger clean, and I guess I can’t really complain because one, it’s always super fucking hot, and two, he didn’t eat any lunch.

“Mm. Still my favorite taste.”

I bend forward to lick the bead of moisture on his tip. From there, I’m tempted to stick the whole thing in my mouth, but he wraps his hand around my neck and lifts my face up toward his. “Before you get him all worked up, I need to be sure you aren’t going to run out and leave me. My blue balls ached all night long.”

I hear the words that come out of his mouth, but the deeper subtext suggested with his tone is what hits me hardest.

“Steele Sebastian, I think you’re starting to get attached.”

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps his hold around my neck as I wrap my arms around his.

“Don’t tell anyone I said this, and if you ever try to throw it back in my face, I’ll deny every word.” I take a breath then let my words go in a rush. “I’m scared, too.”

He blinks, and the grip around my neck loosens. Then tightens again.

I think that might be a sign to keep talking so I do. “I’m not good at social norms. I hate small talk and formalized standards. I’m thorny and easily rubbed the wrong way. Everyone gets on my nerves, even the people I like. Especially the people I like. I don’t put my heart out because it’s invariably stomped on, and frankly, I usually deserve it. So I haven’t tried with anyone in a long time. Tried anything but sex, I mean. Maybe that’s all this will be with us, too, but it feels like it could be something more. Something different. Something unexpected. And who knows—we might hurt each other in the end. One of us might leave.”

I take another big breath. “That scares me, but I think maybe that new things—that the best things—are always going to be terrifying. At first. Maybe even always. I think I might not mind so much, being terrified, if I’m terrified with you.”

He nods. Once. “I don’t want to stomp on your heart. But I would like to hold it.”

He brings his free hand up to caress my face, and I lean into his palm. My heart is beating so fast, it feels like I’ve run a marathon, but the knot that usually lives in my chest feels like it’s starting to unravel.

“I’d also love to spend time with you, preferably in ways that aren’t routine or formulaic. But right at this moment—” He drops his hand from my face.

I follow it down as he reaches for his pocket, my eyes catching on his still hard, still beautiful cock, and I wonder how long I’ll have to endure this emotional shit before we get back to what we were doing before. Like, is it insensitive to move it along with a little tug and pull?

When he brings his hand out from his pocket, he’s holding a condom, and I’m so relieved, I think I might have to consider marrying the man. Especially when he says, “I really need you to shut up and let me fuck you.”

The condom goes on so fast, we’d win another record (if that were a thing). Steele positions himself at my entrance, but before pushing in, he brings his thumb down and presses against my clit.

I’m beyond needing foreplay.

I reach around behind him and grab his ass, and after a brief pause to admire how firm an ass it is, I get focused. “You can rub my clit while you’re thrusting.”

Then I pull him to me, bringing my hips forward at the same time so that he slides inside.

Mostly slides.

Did I mention the man is hung? My eyes had made the note, but must not have passed that knowledge to my pussy because Steele doesn’t make it all the way in on the first thrust.

He chuckles. “Your pussy chokes on my cock too.”

The date is over so I don’t feel the need to have to laugh at his lame jokes anymore. But I don’t have the time to respond with the deserved eye roll, because just then, he drives his hips forward and lodges himself so far inside me that my eyes roll back into my head. “Oh, shit.”

It is at this moment that I know I’m fucked.

In every way the word means because I’m certain there will never be another man like Steele Sebastian in my life, and I’m pretty sure I might even be okay with that.

I can’t think about it too much at the moment, though, since he tilts his pelvis, withdraws, and shoves his cock in again, driving all thought from my head. “Wow. Has just as much impact on the third thrust.”

“Second thrust. I’m not counting the time you choked.”

Of course he’s not.

He repeats the slow withdraw and shove in, and finally, my body opens for him, relaxing around his cock. Giving him room to move.

He smiles against my lips. “For a minute there, I thought you weren’t going to let me in.”

For a minute there, I wasn’t. “I just needed time to adjust.”

He kisses me. Too softly for the dirty sex I’m anticipating. But just as I start to pull away, he wraps his hands in my hair and the kiss turns absolutely nasty. His tongue tangles with mine, our jagged breaths increasing rapidly. “Adjustment time over. Because now this cunt is getting fucked.”

I don’t have a chance to brace myself before he’s hammering into me at a brutal tempo. Throwing my legs around him, I lie back on the desk to take the assault.

“Oh, fuck no.” At the speed he’s adopted, it’s amazing he can still speak. “You have to participate. I’m not doing all the work.”

“I’m working.” I squeeze my pussy around him.

He squints at me, sweat forming over his brow. “Open your shirt. Give me something pretty to look at.”

I unbutton my blouse, slowly at first. Until he punishes me with shallow strokes that don’t hit the spot that now bears his name. At which point, I rush so fast to get my shirt off, I lose a button.

When he resumes his tempo, I pull the cups of my bra down and plump my breasts with my hands. He bends over me and licks the tip of one rigid nipple and twists the other with his hand, confusing my nervous system with pleasure and pain.

I let out a ragged moan. “You play dirty.”

He tugs my nipple with his teeth and releases the other only to smack my breast with his palm, drawing a whimper from my lips.

“Seems to me you like it.”

“You’re wrong. I hate it. Don’t ever stop.”

He’s grinning when his hand comes to my throat. “Stop talking.”

I do as he says, but only because he makes it impossible to speak, first by occupying my mouth with another bruising kiss that leaves me struggling for air. Second, by rubbing my clit so precisely that I start to come and words lose all meaning, which is a good thing because if I could still talk, I might say something ridiculous about love and always and forever.

Except, just as I’m about to peak, his hand leaves my clit and his thrusts slow.

“You fucker.” Ah, look at that. Speech returned.

His gaze is focused past me, on the city view. “Didn’t you say something about ‘naked against the windows?’”

I see where he’s going with this. “‘While you choke me from behind.’”

In unison, we scramble out of our current position, which means a temporary loss of his cock as he withdraws, then he helps me down from Donovan’s desk. I take the opportunity to lose my shirt completely, and my bra as well. Steele’s pants are still on, but he loses his tie and unbuttons his top buttons, and I might never need to see him completely naked because he’s so hot looking like this.

I stand flush against the windows, briefly wondering if my tits will leave nipple prints. The glass is cool against my hot skin, despite the June sun, thanks to the indoor air conditioning system, causing them to steeple even more. Steele comes up behind me, and I expect him to flip my skirt up and get right back in. Instead, he unzips my zipper.

“You said naked,” he says, as my skirt falls to the ground.

Goosebumps spread across my flesh. I’m completely naked against the windows in broad daylight. It’s not likely anyone can see me, but it feels like the entire city is watching. I’ve never had a partner who pushed me to be this bold.

It’s only fair that I push him back. “I said choking me from—”

I don’t get a chance to finish the statement before his hands are at my throat. He moves so close behind me, I can feel his cock against my ass, still wet from my cunt. He kicks my legs apart, but it’s his fingers that find their way to my pussy, and me without the ability to complain.

“I know what you want.” He plays with my clit, teasing it with slow, feather circles. “You can have my cock, but only if you can resist coming while I tell you three reasons why you now belong to me.”

He’s hedging his bets with this one because I really want to come. Sure, I want his cock too, but forcing me to listen to him list three very possibly nice things about me is a real test of my willingness to explore this relationship. I don’t even let Donovan say more than one nice thing about me a quarter, and he’s one of the longest relationships I’ve had.

Actually, Steele is quite clever. He presses gently against my windpipe and bends his mouth to my ear, and despite the fact that all my blood has rushed to my pussy, I think this might possibly be the best and only way to woo me.

“One, I only settle for top notch, and your cock-sucking abilities are unsurpassed.”

I start to laugh. This is the best he has? This is child’s—

The pressure on my clit increases and just like that, my orgasm is back and ready to burst.

Closing my eyes, I will the pleasure away, barely succeeding before the growl at my ear returns. “Two, I’ve never met a woman willing to try and best me. They’re usually after my wallet and they purr and coo and flatter me, hoping that’s the way to my heart. And the ones who want to get filthy, demand the money upfront. But not you.”

It’s the most intimate thing he’s shared with me. A previously undiscovered protective urge rises up inside me, and if I wasn’t so focused on getting railed at the moment, I might fight to get out of his hold and embrace him.

But then he pinches my clit, and again, my climax threatens to overtake me.

“Three. After the orgasm I’m about to let you have, you’re going to be permanently indebted to me.”

Without any warning, and without letting up on my clit, he thrusts his cock inside me, and fucks me at a merciless cadence. My orgasm crests immediately, raining pleasure on my neural system. His hand tightens at my windpipe, preventing air from reaching my lungs for several long seconds. My vision blacks. Stars start to form. My body shakes and seizes and the pleasure turns to a magnificent euphoria that I’ve never even come close to experiencing before.

I’m so knocked out by the intensity of my climax, that I’m barely aware as Steele’s thrusts get faster and uneven and soon he’s groaning out my name, his body twitching with his own release.

Immediately, his hand falls from my neck and wraps around my waist, as though he realizes that I’m only still able to stand with his help and the support of the window. He kisses the back of my neck, then leans his forehead against my head, matching his breathing to mine as my pulse settles into a natural rhythm.

When he pulls out of me several minutes later, I turn around to watch him tie off the condom, wrap it in a Kleenex and put it in his pocket.

Surprisingly considerate. As though he actually cares and remembers that this space isn’t my own.

Fuck. I’m going to have to keep him too, aren’t I?

“I have more of those,” he says, gesturing to the condom. “I think you also mentioned something about on the sofa, you riding me.”

“‘Tits bouncing,’” I confirm.

He holds out his hand, an unspoken offer to escort me to the couch. My eyes glance past him to the rollaway table and the untouched plate of steak tartare that I’m once again missing on his behalf. If I get to it right now, it might still be edible.

When I look back at him, I give him my hand.

Sex with Steele trumps a divine meal, but only just barely. Obviously, he’s going to have to owe me.