62. Kian

62

KIAN

T he confession has barely passed her lips before I'm on her. My mouth collides with hers as one of my hands wraps around the back of her neck and the other slides down her thigh, hitching her leg up around my waist.

Fuck, I need this.

I need it like I've never needed it in my entire life.

And it's not just the release. It's her. I need her so fucking badly.

"Lorelei," I groan into her mouth as her hands slide up my arms before wrapping around my neck.

She moans in response, and it only makes me burn hotter for her.

Closing the final bit of space between us, I shove her dress up around her hips and spread her legs, allowing me to press against her.

"Oh God," she cries, throwing her head back and breaking our kiss.

"Fuck. Look at you," I groan before leaning over her and kissing and licking down her neck.

"Yes, yes," she cries, reaching for my loose tie and pulling it free. The second it's gone, she starts on my buttons.

My hands move of their own accord, squeezing her breasts and making her moan louder.

Seeing her as desperate for me as I am her...it's everything. Every-fucking-thing.

She abandons my buttons when she gets halfway down and is unable to reach any more and instead slides her hands up my chest and over my shoulder, pushing the fabric away.

My teeth grind at the first touch of her hands. My skin burns, and I feel it all the way down to my dick.

Despite craving it, I haven't seen any action—even my own hand—since we were last together on Sunday morning.

I figured that if I didn't have her, then it wasn't worth getting off. Something that's both a blessing and a curse right now. I love that I waited because I know it'll be totally worth it. But I'm still dressed, she's barely touched me, and I'm riding a knife's edge already.

"Missed you, Temptress," I confess as I set to work on the tie that's holding her wrap dress together.

It's like she knew…

It takes a couple of seconds to wrangle the clasp, but I eventually manage it and throw the fabric aside.

"Fuuuuck," I groan at the sight of her black lace lingerie.

"Please," she moans, arching her back from the desk, ensuring she continues to grind against me.

"You don't need to ask me twice," I mutter, dragging my half-open shirt over my head and discarding it on the floor, and then sink to my knees.

As desperate as I am to get inside her, I also need a reminder of just how good she tastes.

"Kian," she gasps when I tuck my fingers under the sides of her panties and drag them down her legs.

My mouth waters at the sight of her swollen and glistening for me.

Her whimpers fill my office as I blow a stream of air across her heated skin.

She reaches for me, her fingers making little grabby actions, but she can't reach me.

"Please, Kian," she begs.

I smirk. Oh, how the tables have changed.

Pressing my hands to her inner thighs, I lean forward and drag my nose through her folds, breathing in her scent and committing it to memory.

Her legs tremble and my smile grows.

I'm not the only one feeling like this. She might not want to admit it, but she gets it.

The knowledge finally allows me to relax, and I feel like I breathe properly for the first time in days.

With her fingers finding purchase in my hair, I allow her to drag me closer, and the second my lips lock onto her clit, I suck. Hard.

She screams, her entire body trembling with her need for release.

But she's not going to get it that easily. I haven't waited this long and tortured myself all week for this to be over too quickly.

I work her to the edge, over and over, with both my tongue and my fingers. She curses me out every time I pull back. My smile grows and my heart swells each time.

I don't understand it, and I'm starting to figure out that I'm okay with that, but I'm so fucking addicted to everything about this woman.

I don't know when or how it happened, but nothing makes sense if it doesn't involve her.

This week has been fucking pointless. Everything I've done, everything I've seen, all I wanted to do was experience it with her, or at least be able to share it with her. It was fucking weird.

Everything is fucking weird. But it's exciting too.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she squeals as I slow my pace again, letting her come down from her almost orgasm.

"Definitely not. I like you too much to do that."

"Then prove it. Please," she begs.

I make a noise to let her know that I'm considering her demand, letting her feel the vibrations.

Her grip on my hair tightens until I'm sure she's going to pull both handfuls out, but I don't give a fuck. I'll shave the lot off as long as I get to keep doing this.

"Oh God, yes," she cries when I work her clit and G-spot at the same time. "Yes. Yes. Kian. Kian."

Fuck, hearing her chant my name does strange fucking things to me.

She continues and this time, I can't stop. I need to hear my name spilling from her lips as I push her over the edge too badly.

"Kian. Kian. KIIIIIIIIIAN."

Her body convulses on my desk, the wet patch under her ass only growing.

I'm never going to look at this desk the same way ever again.

In record time, I push to my feet and shove my pants and boxers over my ass, letting my dick spring free.

Lorelei lies back on my desk, her chest heaving and her skin flushed red as she comes down from her high.

She's never looked more beautiful.

"More," she begs the second I drag the head of my cock through her folds. Her pussy clenches the moment I'm at her entrance, trying to suck me inside.

"Jesus, Lorelei," I groan, pushing the tip inside. "I can't get enough of this. Of you."

Lifting her legs around me, she digs her heels into my ass, trying to push me deeper.

"You need my dick, babe?"

"Yes, yes," she eagerly agrees.

"Thought you'd never ask."

I push forward. It's not as fast as either of us might want, but after four days of not being together, I need to treat her a little gently. I have every intention of this being just round one; I can't break her yet.

My teeth grind and my grip on her hips tightens as her heat surrounds me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I hiss, grinding my hips until I'm fully seated inside her.

"More, Kian. More," she begs.

"You're perfect," I confess as I begin to move. "So fucking perfect."

Sliding my hands up her sides, I slip one behind her and unhook her bra, letting her tits spill free.

"Oh my god," she cries when I squeeze them both.

"That good, Temptress?"

"So good. So good," she chants as the sound of slapping skin and heaving breaths fills the room.

My thrusts pick up speed and soon, I'm forced to hold her hips again to stop her shooting up the desk and away from me.

Not happening.

Mine. You're mine now, Lorelei.

"Fuck. You're going to come on my dick, aren't you?" I groan when I feel her beginning to squeeze down on me.

She nods erratically as her body builds higher and higher. It's incredible to see.

"I want to feel it, Lorelei. Come for me," I demand. "Come for me, all over my dick where the rest of the city can see who owns you."

Her head jerks to the side, and her eyes widen as she discovers where we are.

The office is dark enough that we can see everything outside the windows. It doesn't matter that it's one-way glass. She doesn't need to know that right now because her pussy just gushed and she's a heartbeat away from coming.

"Hot, right? Everyone can see that you're mine."

"Oh God. Oh God," she whimpers before her orgasm drags her under.

Her heels dig into my ass harder, to the point I'm sure she's drawing blood, her back arches from my desk, and she screams out as her body milks my own release out of me.

"Fuck," I gasp, refusing to close my eyes as pleasure consumes me.

My grip on her tightens to the point she's going to have bruises tomorrow, but I can't stop. I can't.

The second I'm done, I collapse over her, both of us breathing heavily as we come down from our highs.

"Kian," she whispers after long, blissful seconds, forcing me to look up.

"Yeah, babe?" I ask with a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.

The second our eyes collide, it's like her words just dry up. Whatever she wanted to say vanishes, and in its place, there's nothing but fear.

"What's wrong?"

She glances at the window.

"Don't worry, no one can actually see you. It's?—"

"It's not that," she says, wiggling beneath me as if she wants to escape.

"Then what is it?" I ask, pushing myself from her and shuffling back, giving her the space I sense she needs.

She pushes herself up so she's sitting and stares at the floor for a beat.

"Lorelei?"

Sliding from my desk, she puts her bra back into place and then wraps her dress back around herself, covering up her beautiful body.

"That was a mistake. We shouldn't have?—"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me?" I bark in disbelief.

How is it possible to go from a high like that to total rejection in a heartbeat?

"Kian," she breathes.

"No, don't do that. Don't go back to pretending like this is nothing."

I reach out and grab her arm as she makes a beeline for the door.

"This is something, Lorelei. You just said so yourself."

Desperation bubbles up inside me.

When she said she felt it, I thought we were starting something. I thought that was it.

"You're my boss, Kian. I need this job."

My brow wrinkles as I try to figure out what she's saying.

I shake my head. "I never said anything about you losing your job."

"No, but that is what this will come to. It might be next week, next month, or next year. I'm the disposable one here. Not you.I'm the one who's going to have my life turned upside down when you decide that being with me is too boring, when there are a million others out there vying for your attention."

"W-what?" I stutter.

Hasn't she heard a word I've said to her?

"There isn't anyone else. I'm not interested in anyone else. Don't you get that?"

"Right now, you're not, no. But what about in the future?"

My mouth opens to respond, but the words die on my tongue.

I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow yet—although I had hoped it would be Lorelei—let alone next month and next year.

"I want you, Lorelei. Not any of the other women out there," I say, throwing my hand out toward the window.

She pauses for a moment and just stares at me. My heart pounds against my ribs as I wait for her to make a decision, fear oozing through my blood like poison.

"I don't know if it's enough," she says simply before spinning around and marching through the door.

I will myself to give chase, to do or say anything that will prove my words to her. But my body doesn't move. I stay frozen to the spot as she walks away from me. Again.