Chapter Eight

Wilson

I still don't believe you are the devil everyone else paints you to be.

I grin into the kiss, finding humor in her words. Only she would be bothered by people's perspective of me. It's never bothered me, and like I told her, Valor Springs is a small town, always looking for something to gossip about. A few weeks ago, everyone was talking about my brother's runaway girlfriend who showed up from nowhere and stole his heart. This week, it is Sandy, the new legal assistant who is expected to crumble under her boss's brash attitude.

Next week, it'll be someone else.

Maybe if Sandy understood how small towns function, she wouldn't take it personally.

I don't see this monster everyone sees in you.

How precious. The way she gets all defensive over me when she believes I am being wronged, that people have the wrong idea about me, but that couldn't be further from the truth. If people believe I am the devil incarnate it's because I have given them every reason to.

When you are the oldest child in the Hile family, you can't be anything but perfect and exacting.

Four generations of lawyers in my family, and it wasn't going to end with my father, that's for sure. I had a lot of expectations weighing on me as a kid, and I learned to toughen up to bear the weight. I don't hate the man I was forced to become. I find that there is quite an advantage that comes with people fearing you as much as they respect you.

I don't expect her to understand that. And yet, her conviction that I am not as bad as people think does something to my insides, and I know…

Fuck, I know deep inside that kissing her in my office during working hours isn't the best idea, but when she says the things she does, how can she expect me to hold myself in check?

I want her.

I wanted her this morning in my car and the second she walked into my office. Her scent gave me an instant erection, but I was determined to keep working and not let myself get distracted by my desire for her.

Well, that ship has now sailed, and I can't get enough of her kisses. The way her soft lips open for me, kissing me back like I breathe out the air she needs to live. A sentiment I share. Our tongues move together in a hot friction that sends my cock aching in my pants, and it feels forbidden.

Because it is.

I am her boss.

I should know better than to do this here, but the forbidden aspect of it makes it hard for me to stop. She doesn't seem like she wants that either as she fists my shirt, no doubt creasing it, but that is something we will have to worry about later.

"Sir," she whispers when we break the kiss, and keeps rocking her pelvis gently against my erection. "We shouldn't do this here."

Our eyes lock, and this close, I can see the golden flecks in her eyes clearly, and they are beautiful. With the right lighting, they make her eyes twinkle, and it's fitting that my little sunshine with a smile as beautiful as hers would also carry a sparkle in her eyes.

My hands fondle her perfect tight ass before letting go to travel up her waist to the perfect swell of her tits, teasing her nipples over her shirt. "Do you want us to stop?" I ask, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her nude bra before unclasping it and tugging it down to see her naked tits. She whimpers when I squeeze her bare tits and fondle the supple mounds with my greedy palms. "I can stop if you want."

"Not fair," she groans, which turns into a moan when I lean down and suck a beaded nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the bud before releasing it from my mouth with a loud pop.

"All you have to do is tell me to stop," I say gruffly, giving her other nipple the same treatment before pulling back to look into her eyes. "We can always pick this up later in the evening when we both clock out."

She glares at me, but it's halfhearted as best. "I don't want to stop," she breathes, her hands dropping to my pants, and she palms the hard ridge. "I…I want to feel you inside of me. We can do it fast, and I promise I'll be quiet."

A low growl climbs up my throat at her words. "And how badly do you want it?"

She pops open the buttons to my pants and tugs down the zipper, reaching into my briefs to grab my hard cock to stroke it. "Please, Sir," she begs, fluttering her eyes at me. "Please, take me. I won't make a sound. I promise."

Fuck!

She is indeed a fucking temptress with those innocent eyes and a body crafted to perfection.

I grab her ass and climb off the chair, lifting her onto the desk, which sends the file I was reading earlier flying onto the floor. Our lips collide once again in a fever of need, our tongues tangling in a dance so erotic it has my precum leaking from my slit.

"I'm going to fuck you, Sandy," I growl against her lips, pulling her to the edge of the table. "You have no idea how much I fucking need you, baby."

"Want you too," she whimpers, grabbing my hand and guiding it between her legs and to the arousal staining her panties. "I've been feeling wet and achy since you dropped me off."

"Christ," I pant, my need for her building when I find how slick she is. I slip my fingers into her panties and tease her clit with my middle finger, rubbing it in circles until she's jerking against me, making small, broken noises at the back of her throat. "You promised to be quiet."

"Yeah, sorry," she whimpers, burying her face in my neck to curb her cries when I slide my finger into her tight opening, thrusting slowly into her wetness. I add another finger into her heat, thrusting faster into her, using my thumb to rub circles over her swollen clit until she's practically shaking in my arms. "Oh my God, I can't wait. I need your cock. Please , Sir."

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you too," I grind out, pulling out my fingers to grab the waistband of her panties. I yank them down her thighs, tearing at them when I do so, but neither of us care to see where they even land when I toss them away. She is practically vibrating with need when I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to the edge of the desk with one hand and guide my cock to her sex with the other. Her pussy is drenched and practically quivering with the need for a good fucking.

I drink in her flushed expression as I slowly slide my cock into the wet heat of her pussy, one inch at a time. She buries her hands in my hips in an attempt to pull me faster into her, but I don't give in, watching her lose her mind when I torture us both with my move.

"Sir, please," she whimpers in a near sob, her thighs trembling when I fill her with my thickness and start rocking slowly into her. Sandy wraps her thighs around my waist, thrashing under me, but I pin her to the desk, my moves slow and torturous.

"Tell me, baby, what do you want?"

"Harder," she whimpers, tearing at my shirt. "I need it fast and hard. Please."

"Please what?"

"Sir, please fuck me."

I go blind with need, digging my fingers into her ass as I slam into her, watching through lust-rimmed eyes as her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back with pleasure. "Yes," she moans, already forgetting her promise to stay quiet.

But I don't care to stop her.

Maybe later, when I sober up, I will think back to this moment and realize how bad of an idea was to let her make all these noises, but in this moment, I soak it all in.

Mine!

I rut her into my desk like an animal, ramming into her with violent thrusts and watching her love every moment of it. Her sexy little tits shake and her tight little pussy squeezes my cock with every fevered thrust, and we're like feral animals. Out of control with desire.

In this moment, nothing but claiming this girl matters. No one.

I have never cared for anyone as much as I love this girl, and it's not just the sex talking. I wanted her the second she stepped into my office, and I realize at that moment that I will never not want her.

Only she will ever get this part of me from now on, and I will tramp on anyone that attempts to get in the way of that.

Mine.

Sandy Beck is mine to protect and love.

Mine to possess.

Her breathing catches and her thighs begin to shake as I pound ruthlessly into her. "Close," she whimpers, dragging her nails down my back, and I can feel my balls tightening as well with the need to come.

I drop my hand between us and find her clit, rubbing at the swollen bud with my middle finger as I drive my cock into her. "Come for me, baby."

And she does.

She throws her head back so hard that she undoes her bun, causing hair to fall down her back in thick waves. Her lips part on a soundless scream, her pussy clenching hard around my cock as her body jerks against mine. I grasp onto my control until the death grip she has on my cock goes down a bit before I start moving again. My fingers bite into her ass as I slap my cock into her pulsing sex, and it only takes me seconds before the pressure gripping my balls releases and I am spilling into her womb in rough grunts. She wraps her arms around me as I pound into her through the orgasm until I am drained and my body loses tension.

She leans her head in to brush her lips over my neck and jaw; the caress is simple but it raises a storm in my chest. "That was perfect," she breathes against my neck. "I can't believe we did that."

I can't either.

This is out of character for me to act recklessly, but it seems my senses cease functioning around Sandy because if they were, then I would have stopped us getting to this point. But I don't regret it.

"Do you think someone heard us?"

Oh, I do not doubt at least one person must have heard the noises, but in a town like this, the news will be all over before lunch. Knowing how she feels about gossip making its round, I decide it's safer if I don't tell her about it just yet. Besides, if it's me she is involved with, then no one is going to mess with her. People here know me well enough to know I don't mess with things I care about and Sandy just got bumped to the very top of that list.

This is not how I planned on people finding out about us, but we'll have to deal. Even so, it's too late to dwell on that now. I hug Sandy in my arms and drop a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry about it," I tell her.

"I should get back to work," she whispers, pulling back from the embrace. "I bet the coffee is cold now, but you should eat the buttercream cake. I'll get you a fresh cup of coffee later."

I help her down from the desk and button up her shirt as she straightens up her skirt. There is a pleased smile on her face that I can only hope will stay there the rest of the day until I take care of the storm, I am sure is brewing.

I love you.

It's at the tip of my mouth to make that confession, but I hold back. I need to clear everything up before I can fully offer my heart to the girl.

Soon.