52. Weston

That was a narrow escape. Last thing I want is to be some moron’s token arm candy, even if it’s only for one date.

The part I don’t quite get is why, when I come back to her office after my weightlifting session, Renee is still grinning like the cat who ate the canary. She’s humming to herself as she drums her fingers on the blotter on her desk. She wasn’t smiling like this earlier.

“What’s got you singing showtunes?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Who, me? Nothing. No one. I’m normal.” She tries to wipe the smile off her face, but it creeps back in place a moment later.

I laugh. She isn’t nearly as slick as she thinks she is. “I see what you did, you know.”

“What? What did I do?”

“You tricked your little friends.”

She lays her hand over her chest. “Me? I was just trying to make you happy. Isn’t that what our arrangement is all about? Making one another happy?”

“No. It’s about hassle-free orgasms.”

I shut the door behind me and stalk toward her, every bit the predator she thinks I am. She shivers as soon as I get within reach—but I don’t touch her.

Not yet. Not until I get what I want.

She’s going to beg and she’s going to admit that she doesn’t want me touching anyone else, or looking at them, or being with them. She’s going to claim me and then I’m going to fuck her so hard that there’s no question who she belongs to, either.

She might be my obsession.

And goddammit, I’m going to be hers.

I reach out, hook my hand around the armrest of her roller chair, and drag her toward me. She shivers again and I can practically taste the goosebumps rising up on her forearms. Delicious.

With my free hand, I swipe a stack of papers off her desk. They go flying in every direction like snowflakes.

“Hey!” Renee cries out. “Those are?—”

But the words die on her lips when I wedge myself between her parted thighs. “Those are fucking unimportant. And they were in my way. I need this desk space for what I’m about to do.”

Reaching out again, I snare her by the wrist and yank her to her feet. She yelps once more, every bit as erection-inducing as the first time around.

I spin her in my arms so her back is to my front, then hem her in against the desk. A hand smooths down her spine and bends her over the surface I just cleared. I keep her pinned there as I hike her pencil skirt up the long miles of her legs, dragging my hand along the silky skin.

There’s nothing about her that doesn’t make my cock throb. She’s exquisite.

When her panties are visible, I pull them down and make her step out of them. I slide the bunched-up fabric into my pocket.

“You know,” she remarks in a sultry murmur, her cheek pressed flat against the wooden desk, “you’re stealing so many pairs of my panties that I’m starting to suspect you like wearing them yourself.”

I laugh. “Nah, Princess. I just like the idea of taking them away from you one by one until you have no choice but to walk around wearing nothing at all.”

I don’t give her a chance to reply before I bend down and capture her mouth sideways, sliding my tongue against hers and savoring how she feels bared before me like this.

Her kiss is as potent as her touch, as her scent, as the feel of her body against mine. I’m addicted to all of it.

I slide my fingers up her thigh, then higher, then move them to her pussy and use her own juices to wet her clit. She arches her back and mewls from the first touch.

Fisting her hair, I pull back to expose her throat and pepper it with nipping kisses. “What do you want, Renee?” I growl in her ear.

Her answer is immediate. “Everything you’ll give me.”

I can’t help but grin. “That’s a good answer. That’s a very fucking good answer.”

I stroke up her wetness with one fingertip and she whines wordlessly. It’s a moan and a plea and the sound of pure desire. My blood runs hotter. So fucking hot I’m about to burst into flames.

With my free hand, I unfasten my belt then my pants and let them fall so I can pull my dick out and give it a long, firm stroke. I poise it at the slit to her pussy and stroke, teasing her. “Does the idea of me having a date with someone else piss you off?”

“Yes.” Her voice is a hiss as she shifts and tries to push her pussy onto my cock. I pull back and she whines again in frustration.

“Tell me you don’t want to put my dick in anyone else.”

I lower my head to bite at the curve of her shoulder where her blouse has fallen off. She shakes her head in defiance. “No.”

Smirking, I pull away. “Tell me, Renee.”

She stamps a high-heeled foot in frustration. “Fine! I don’t want you with anyone else.” She’s panting now, pawing me, reaching back for the front of my shirt.

But I don’t let her get any satisfaction. I catch her wrist in one of my hands and pin it to the desk.

“Please, Weston. Please. For fuck’s sake, I want you so bad.”

I shove my hips forward, giving her just an inch of my aching hard cock. “Is this what you want?”

She nods frantically, eyes closed, mouth open. “Please.”

I thrust again. Another inch.

“More. Please. More.”

“Say it again,” I order. “Say no one gets me like this but you.”

Renee licks her lips. “You’re mine,” she whispers. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

The biggest smirk yet curves my mouth. “Such a good girl,” I growl back. “And good girls get rewarded.”

With the last word, I bury myself all the way inside of her. She flutters on my dick, feet scrabbling on the floor and her breath coming in hot spurts.

I grab her hips and pound into her, slow, hard, and steady, until she’s writhing and whimpering and trying to pull me in faster. Our mingled breathing and the scrape of the desk legs dragging across the tile is the only sound in the room. She’s so wet, I’m so hard, and this is all so fucking perfect that it doesn’t last long.

“Fuck!” She cries out and curls her legs around me, pulling me in, grinding her pussy against my cock while her walls clench and milk the cum from my cock. I groan, grunt, and kiss her hard as my dick throbs and the pressure ebbs from my body.

Finally, I can breathe again. I pull Renee back upright, spin her around, and wrap her up in a tight embrace.

“Damn,” I whisper as she rests her head against my chest.

I can feel her grin. “Damned right.”

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want her.

When I’m about to pull away, tuck in, zip up, she clings to me a second longer. “Meet you in the locker room after the game?” She cocks a suggestive eyebrow.

There’s no way in hell am I saying no to that, but I don’t want to look anxious. There are still boundaries in play here. We agreed to keep it chill. To play it cool. Even though it feels like that’s long since gone out the window, I’m determined to try.

So I nod coolly. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

By the time I get to the rink level, shower, change for practice, there isn’t a Zamboni machine on the planet that could wipe off my smile. And when I step on the ice, Renee’s panties are still burning a hole in the pocket of my shorts.

Orion skates past and then turns so he can look at me incredulously while he glides backward. “Is that a fucking smile, Scott? What the hell’s gotten into you?”

It’s not about what got into me, but rather, who I got into. Not that it’s any of his fucking business.

I smirk because I can’t help it. I’m smug.

None of these poor bastards have Renee.

She’s mine and mine alone.