7. Sawyer

She wasn’t mine.

I knew she wasn’t mine and yet the moment I saw Liam standing too close to her, I wanted to shove him away and fuck Callie in front of him just to stake my claim.

A claim that wasn’t mine because Callie didn’t belong to me.

But, I wanted her to.

Every second she was near me; I craved her. The softness of her skin, the gentleness in her smile. I wanted to wind her long brown hair around my fist and pull just hard enough for those honey-butter brown eyes to widen in delight. I wanted to run my thumb along her plump lower lip and coax her to open up to me in all the ways she desired.

She was an addiction that simmered under the surface, a pleasant itch I knew I would never scratch because she was my assistant and there were rules in place. Too much red tape to ever let me get that close to her.

Until I saw Kane flirt with her. Then Liam.

Was my presence not enough to warn them away? Or did they think it was some kind of game?

I couldn’t decide, and seeing Liam wink at her was the last straw. Whatever chains remained to keep me shackled broke away, and the hunger I had for Callie Everheart rose to new heights.

She was mine and I was going to remind everyone of that.

“Sir?” She knocked softly on my door and peered around the edge, scanning the office for me from the desk to the window where I stood half observing the city.

“Come in.”

While her steps were confident as she entered and closed the door behind her, there was a cautious air about her. I couldn’t tell what Liam said to her but her eyes darted back and forth as if she was expecting me to surge up and yell at her.

I would never. In all my years here, I had never raised my voice at anyone other than my father. My childhood taught me that yelling in someone’s face did very little for their motivation to obey and I couldn’t subject Callie to that.

Not that I didn’t enjoy her looking a little nervous. It reminded me of how good she’d looked flat on her back below me the other week, with her cheeks shining pink and her hair ruffled and sexy.

“Liam said you wanted to see me?” Callie approached my desk and hovered near her usual spot. “Is something wrong?”

“You could say that,” I replied, slowly turning to face her fully.

Deep down, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to blur the lines but I couldn’t resist her any longer. I saw how she looked at me from under her lashes when she thought I wasn’t paying attention or how she went the extra mile to make sure every detail of my day – including my lunch – was exactly the way I liked it.

My advances wouldn’t be rejected. I was sure of it.

Blurring the lines was dangerous and a straight shot to court.

Right now, I didn’t care.

I approached Callie slowly.

Sleeping with my assistant. Unthinkable.

What an intoxicating thought.

“There’s not a lot that makes it past me.” Each step was like a lion stalking its prey and the closer I got, the less Callie was able to look me right in the eye. “I see more than people give me credit for but one thing I cannot abide is inappropriate conduct in the workplace. Crossing the line is dangerous, no matter how good the reward might be.”

Callie’s trimmed brows pulled together, forming a worry line that deepened as I got closer.

“Has something happened?”

“You could say that. Is it too much to expect people to remain professional at all times, even in the face of temptation? I hold those that work for me to a high standard so it’s more than a little disappointing when they can’t maintain the decency expected.”

Jealousy tinged my words, making them sharper.

Stopping just behind her, Callie faced away with one hand pressing her fingertips against my desk. Breathing in, the fruity scent of her perfume wove deep into my soul, mingling with the mintiness of her shampoo, and for half a second I allowed myself to just soak her in.

She stood a full head shorter than me, and all her curves were tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and black waistcoat. That never stopped my imagination from running over time.

“Do you need me to contact HR? If you witnessed something, I can write up a report.” Her words caught slightly in her throat.

Could she feel how close I was to her? Maybe she could see my shadow in the reflection of the glass although I hoped she could feel me in the same way that I could always feel her. Like a light in the darkness.

“Are you even allowed to write a report on yourself?”

Callie spun to face me, her brows lifting and her eyes wide. “Me?” Crimson flushed through her cheeks and down her narrow throat as hurt flashed into her gorgeous eyes. Such a sight brought a stab of guilt spearing through my chest. I wanted to ease her immediately.

“Yes.”

“But I—... I haven’t broken any rules.” The uncertainty in her voice would be adorable if not for the worry brimming over her lashes.

Enough games.

I stepped closer, bringing myself barely an inch away from her and held her gaze.

“I saw you with Kane. How he drank you up like you were the first glass of water he’d seen after walking the damn desert.”

The flush on Callie’s cheeks darkened.

“And now Liam, too? He’s tripping over himself to get out and see you one last time.” One brow raised as I spoke. “This magnetic pull that exists around you seems to be catching some strays.”

“S-Strays, sir?” Callie’s voice shook slightly and the worry in her eyes melted into light confusion.

“Don’t they know that you belong to me? Have I not staked my claim well enough?” Daring words that balanced on a knife’s edge. I could have read this all wrong. This could be a one-sided hunger in which case I would take the hit and suffer Callie’s resulting absence in my life.

I was pretty sure I was right though.

I lightly touched Callie’s shoulder and the contact was electric, even as she trembled beneath my fingertips and didn’t look away from my eyes.

“I don’t belong to anyone, sir,” Callie replies hoarsely. Her chest rose sharply, and the way her plush lips curled around that sir sent a lance of desire straight to my cock. Never in my life had I hungered for someone as much as I hungered for her.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” She nodded and the waves in her hair rippled.

I held her gaze for a few long seconds, daring her to give any sign that she wasn’t eager for the taking. Callie didn’t back down nor did she look away.

All it took was one grasp of her waist, and a soft, needy gasp slipped past her lips. I spun her around to face the desk once more, then pressed myself up against her curvy body and wound one arm around her middle.

“Are you absolutely sure about that?” I leaned close, whispering my words against the shell of her ear. A full-body shudder moved through Callie, and then she pressed back into my hold. When she spoke, her voice was a trembling whisper.

“Oh, I’m one hundred percent sure.”

Keeping one hand wound around Callie’s waist so that her body stood firmly against mine, my other hand dipped below the waistband of her skirt and my entire body pinned her to the desk. She was mine. At this moment, there was nothing she could do without my permission.

“I think you might have forgotten,” I murmured low, my voice taking on a slightly deeper, gravelly effect as my fingertips touched the silky-soft warmth of her belly. She was as soft as I’d dreamed.

“I’ve never been claimed,” Callie gasped, another shudder weaving through her from head to toe.

“Careful,” I warned, writing the word into the shell of her ear with my lips while my hand dipped into the warmth of her underwear. “I might get insulted.”

“What would you do?” Her head rolled into mine. “If you were insulted?”

“I’d tie you up like a pretty little doll and hide you under my desk. Then I’d fuck you at my leisure until my cum was the only thing you could taste, the only thing you could think about.” Lower, my hand traveled until I pressed between the silky hot warmth of her thighs.

Callie shifted her stance wider, granting me access.

Dipping between her legs, my fingers were instantly soaked in her slick and trembling moan rose from Callie. Both her hands landed on the desk and her knuckles with lifted her fingertips pressing hard against the glass.

“After all, I’m not going to take an insult lying down. Does the special treatment I give you go unnoticed? Have you not seen me haunting your steps, desperate for a taste but respecting the line that exists between us?”

Ironic, considering my hand was now in her panties and she’d done nothing to get me to stop.

“An insult like that,” I continued, stroking my fingers through her soaked folds in a quick rhythm. “Well, that’s enough to make me think maybe you need a more direct approach. And what’s more direct than having you choking on my cock while I tend my morning meetings? Can you picture it?”

Callie’s head fell to the side and my lips drifted down to her throat. Burning skin flares crimson after each graze of my teeth, and I dipped my fingers deep into her core, pulling a restrained moan from her.

“You tucked up all neat, writhing and desperate as toys bring you to orgasm over and over again, reminding you just who has power over you and your body. You’d beg me to stop, but I’d just turn them up until the only begging, desperate plea from your lips is for my cock?—”

“Ahh!” Callie surged forward with a loud cry, then slapped one hand over her mouth. Her hair cascaded forward and her body trembled uncontrollably while her pussy clamped rhythmically down on my fingers.

She came.

Just from a little fingering and dirty talk?

“Just how sensitive are you?” I asked with a light chuckle, licking her throat just over where her pulse thrummed violently beneath.

“Oh god,” Callie gasped. Each breath from her was tinged with a sweet moan, and I had barely done anything. Had Liam worked her up before she got here or was this all me?

“You came. Without permission? You really did want to see me insulted, didn’t you?”

“I’m—!” Callie’s weak attempt at an explanation died as I pulled my hand free from her panties and brought my soaked fingers to my lips. Turning her head, she watched me with wide eyes as I slowly sucked her sweet juices from my fingertips. The flush on her cheeks was so deep it was almost purple, a stark contrast from the rest of her body other than the flush creeping down her throat.

“My turn.”

Hoisting her skirt up to her waist, I wasted no time in jerking her panties to the side and unzipping myself. Lining my cock up, I thrust into her soaked pussy in one smooth move. The moment our hips collided, Callie jolted forward onto my desk and yelped, then silenced herself once more with her hand over her mouth.

There was no resistance as I shoved her down onto my desk, causing stationary and papers to scatter across the surface and clatter to the floor. I began to fuck her immediately. Callie moaned openly, her hands skimming across the table for something to hold onto. In the end, she tucked her face into the crook of her elbow to muffle her moans while her other hand curled around my monitor stand and held on.

“That’s it,” I grunted as her silky soft pussy gripped me to perfection. “I knew you wanted a taste. Maybe I should write it into your contract if that’s how obvious you need me to be.”

Callie was speechless, communicating only in whimpers and moans as they spilled from her like a waterfall. I wanted to be her elbow. I wanted to swallow down every single one of those sounds, but from this angle, it was impossible.

My hips moved hard and fast with shallow thrusts that shunted her into my desk with each slam of my hips. The metal legs of my desk creaked like percussion to the slap of skin. Gripping her hip with one hand, my other strokes continuously across her back until the telltale ache in my balls made itself known.

Then I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up against my chest, allowing one loud moan to escape Callie as her mouth opened. Respecting her desire to silence herself, I moved my hand over her mouth. She clung onto my forearm as my thrusts increased, desperate to reach deeper inside her.

“Do you believe me now?” I panted against her cheek. My rhythm faltered and for the last few seconds, there was nothing but the hot, desperate fucking to reach my end.

“You, Callie, might not belong to me,” I gasped as my orgasm crashed over me and I came deep inside her. “But your pussy does.”