Chapter 25

My inner romantic, the one that tended to pop up at the most inconvenient times, was currently swooning to death. As hard as it was, I forced myself to remain seated, clutching the arms of my executive chair in a white-knuckle grip. "What changed?" I needed to know, despite being terrified that his answer might wreck me. "From last night when you couldn't get rid of me fast enough to now, what changed?"

A low growl rattled through his chest. "Not a goddamn thing. From the moment I slid out of you, all I've been able to think about is getting back in." I gave a little jolt at the electric current running from my ankle where he reached out and touched me, all the way up my leg to the apex of my thighs. My breath rushed from my lungs as he slowly dragged his hand up, leaving a path of fire in his wake. "I want inside your body, Jolie." My heart started beating like I'd just run a marathon. "I want in here," he said softly, reaching up with his other hand and brushing a tendril of hair behind my ear, pausing at my temple. "I want in here." His fingertips ghosted down the center of my blouse before pressing deep between my breasts where my heart was rattling around against my ribs.

The hand on my leg traveled upward, past my knee, up my thigh. My breath stuttered past my lips as he slipped beneath my skirt. My legs parted of their own accord, my body's silent way of begging him for more, and he did not disappoint. "And I want back in here more than I want my next breath," he rasped, his large hand cupping my sex. "Christ, I can feel how hot you are, how wet. I can't think straight when I know you want me as badly as I want you."

A whimper worked its way up my throat. "Vaughn," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for. My mind was at war with itself.

"I want everything, Jolie, but until you're there with me, I'll gladly take anything you're willing to give."

His fingertips danced across the sopping wet material of my panties in a feather-light touch that only made my body hotter. "What are you doing to me?" The words came out sounding as frantic as I felt. This man was a hurricane, and I was helpless against him, waiting to get sucked up into the chaos.

"Whatever you want," he assured me, his voice gritty and raw with need. He leaned forward, his height bringing him to the perfect level so his lips could meet mine. When he spoke again, his words ghosted across them like a kiss. "Anything you want, Jolie. All you have to do is say the words."

"Touch me," I said insistently. "God, Vaughn. Ease this ache you've created before I go insane."

His tongue came out, dancing across the seam of my lips before slipping past for one swipe against my own. "Good. Now you understand what you do to me." Then his mouth plundered mine as he shoved aside the panel of my panties and plunged two fingers deep inside me. I instantly clamped down around those long, thick digits, a silent scream trapped behind my clenched teeth.

"That's such a good girl," he soothed, driving those skillful fingers in and out, in and out, with perfect precision. "Keeping quiet while your perfect cunt sucks my fingers like it wishes they were my cock." I whimpered again, and he was right there to swallow the sound down. "It's greedy for me already, isn't it? Knows I'll take care of it, give it what it needs."

He curled his fingers upward in a come-hither motion, the pads dragging across my G-spot. My hands came off the arms of my chair and fisted in the smooth strands of his hair, holding tight as I turned the heat up on the kiss. My hips began to rock uncontrollably, chasing his touch as I got closer to the edge he was driving me toward.

"That's it, Jolie. Hold on to me. Use me. I'm right here, just for you."

"God, you infuriate me," I lamented against his mouth, unable to stop kissing him, stop touching him. Even when I was still so angry with him for pushing me away. "I shouldn't want you the way I do after how you treated me, but if you stop, I'll die."

"Never again." His words were a solemn oath. "It won't happen ever again. Hurting you nearly fucking destroyed me. I couldn't stand to see the look in your eyes, and knowing I put it there was a torture I've never experienced."

"Vaughn," I breathed, that pressure inside my core building and building, reaching new heights I'd never felt. "I'm so close."

"Not yet, baby. Not until I taste you. Do me a favor and lift up your skirt."

As hard as it was, I released my grip on his hair and did as he asked, grabbing the hem of my skirt and giving a little shimmy as I pulled it up until it bunched around my waist.

"Christ, you're so pretty," he said worshipfully, his eyes darting all over, like he was trying to take every inch of me in before finally settling on where he was continuing to fuck me with those magic fingers of his. "One of the many regrets I have from last night was that I didn't get to taste you. I don't plan on making that same mistake twice."

He didn't make me wait another second, burying his face between my thighs and feasting from me like I was his favorite meal. I tangled one hand in his hair while I used the other to cover my mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as his mouth did the most sinful things to me.

His tongue swiped through my slit, lapping up my arousal before spearing into me. "Jesus, you taste better than anything I've ever had. Pure sunshine and honey." He sucked my clit into his mouth, causing me to dig my nails into his scalp. "I'm already addicted."

"Vaughn, I?—"

His fingers returned, stroking at my G-spot as he continued teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. "I know, baby. I can feel you. Give it to me. I want to swallow down every single drop."

On that order, he drove his fingers deep and scraped his teeth over that swollen bundle of nerves, shoving me over the edge into oblivion. He stayed with me through every second of my orgasm, coaxing every last tremor out of me as I struggled to keep my screams locked in my throat.

Before I came back down, he shot to his full height, gripping me under my arms and forcing me to my feet. I barely had a chance to wobble before he palmed the cheeks of my ass and lifted me up, depositing me on the edge of my desk.

"Please, God, Jolie. Tell me I can have you," he panted, reaching down and gripping himself through the material of his slacks. My gaze followed his hand, flaring wide at the sight of his enormous erection straining against the fabric. He was so thick. So ready. "It physically hurts, how badly I want you."

"Do it," I panted on a whisper. "I want to feel you inside me."

A growl worked its way past his lips, making me shiver. "Take your panties off," he ordered as his hands worked to unbuckle his belt. "I want to see that beautiful cunt."

I wriggled free of my underwear, barely getting them over my ankles before he snatched them up and balled them in his fist, shoving them into his pocket. He undid the button of his slacks and lowered the zipper. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of his hard cock as he pulled it out of his pants, gripping it tighter than I would have dared and giving it a stroke.

"Fuck," he hissed, squeezing his eyes closed and lowering his forehead to mine, letting out a groan of agony.

"What?" I breathed. "What's wrong?"

"No condom," he grunted. "I-I didn't plan on this happening. It isn't why I came here."

He came to get me back, to make up for last night. Knowledge of that created a warmth deep in my chest that spread through the rest of my body like a rock chip spidering out and taking over a windshield.

"I'm on the pill," I admitted, knowing in that very moment that there was nothing I wanted more than to feel this man inside me with nothing between us. "And I'm clean, I promise. I just went to the doctor a few months ago, and there hasn't been anyone..."

The black of Vaughn's pupils swallowed up all that beautiful color I loved so much. "You sure, baby? I'm clean. I would never?—"

I silenced him with a kiss. "I know. I-I trust you."

His chest expanded on a deep inhale, his eyes falling closed, his expression melting like I'd just given him a gift he would covet for the rest of his life. When they opened again, they bored into me like he was trying to see all the way down to my soul.

He brought a hand up and locked it around the side of my neck while his forehead stayed pressed against mine, locking me to him. "I want you to watch," Vaughn rasped as he fisted his shaft in his other hand. "Watch as I take you. Don't look away."

My breath hitched, but I did as he said, lowering my gaze to where he'd notched the head of his cock with my entrance. My skin was flushed and puffy with my need for him, my arousal making the skin glisten as he slowly worked his hips forward, sliding a single inch inside me. Just that one inch felt better than anything else. I sucked in a gasp, fighting against my body's desire to close my eyes and lean back, basking in the feel of him filling me. But I kept my gaze riveted on where we were connected, refusing to look away.

Vaughn pulled out, his cock slick and shining with my body's response to him before slipping forward again, going even deeper. I was riveted. We both were. It was impossible to look away as that fat, beautiful cock owned me.

"Oh God," I whimpered, my chest shaking, my muscles starting to spasm as that pressure in my core built up again.

"That's right, Jolie. Look how your perfect pussy takes me. Look at how it stretches. Like it was made just for me."

He pushed those last few inches inside, finally bottoming out, and it was so good I couldn't hold my head up any longer. Bracing my hands behind me on the desk, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip as I met Vaughn's glassy gaze. "I need you to fuck me," I whispered, my voice pleading. "I can't take anymore. Please fuck me."

My request flipped a switch inside him and the wild animal I'd experienced the night before came charging forward. Thank God!

He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in so hard the bare skin of my ass squeaked as it slid back on my desk. I braced my hands and began circling my hips as Vaughn let loose. Each forward drive of his hips was almost like a punishment. But God, it was so damn good. I knew I would never be able to get enough.

"Tell me, Jolie," he grunted against my lips. One hand fisted the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me to him, while the pads of his other fingers were digging into my hip.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me this feels real for you." He was begging, the need to know how I felt reflecting in his eyes that were locked with mine. "Tell me this isn't fake anymore, that I'm not the only one feeling like this."

His words drove me closer to a release that threatened to undo me completely, or maybe it was the stark desperation for me he didn't bother to mask that did it. I'd never had a man treat me like this, like I had the power to rock his world off its foundation. It was a powerful feeling, consuming, like the highest high.

I lifted one hand, bringing it up to his cheek, relishing the way he nuzzled deeper into my touch like he couldn't get close enough, even as he fucked me brutally. "This isn't fake for me."

His shoulders sagged in relief right before he picked up the pace.

"Oh shit." My fingers curled, scraping gently through the stubble he hadn't bothered shaving off his face this morning. "I'm close."

"Yes, baby," he hissed against my lips. "Fuck, one of these days, in the very near future, I'm going to fuck you in a bed where I can have you completely naked and spread out before me." God, I wanted that too. "In the meantime, I want you to come. Flood my cock, Jolie. Let me know you're mine."

"I am," I panted as the pressure in my core tightened. "I'm yours, Vaughn."

"That's right. Fuck, I feel you getting close. You're going to milk me dry, aren't you? You're going to make me come so goddamn hard."

"Yes!" I clamped my lips closed, curling them between my teeth and biting down hard to keep the screams that wanted to escape trapped as I hurtled into the abyss.

"Oh Jesus," Vaughn groaned, the muscle in his cheek ticking as he clenched his teeth together and drove himself deep, holding there as the first spurt of his release let loose inside me, coating me from the inside. "Jesus! Jolie, nothing feels better than when you come, coming inside you with nothing between us. Never get enough of this."

My nostrils flared as breathes sawed in and out of me, white spots dancing across my vision as I continued to come, Vaughn's release spurring mine on. "So good," I panted, the words ending on a quiet sob. "It feels so good with you."

Vaughn buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth pressing into my flesh as he moaned long and low with the last few twitches of his dick inside me.

I felt completely boneless by the time my orgasm ended. Fortunately, Vaughn was strong enough to hold me up or I would have melted into goo and slid to the floor.

His warm exhales danced across my neck as he worked to calm his breathing. Finally, once he'd come all the way down, he lifted his head and looked at me.

"I don't know how you did it."

"Did what?" I asked as I traced his bottom lip with my thumb.

"Made me need you when I made sure I never needed anyone. Made me like you so damn much I want to be around you every hour of every day when I usually hate all people."

An exhausted giggle worked its way up my throat. "I don't think you're nearly as cold and closed off as you claim to be."

"Only with you," he insisted, and I was currently too blissed out to argue. "Does this mean you forgive me?"

"I think it just might."

Then he did something I knew I would never forget, not for the rest of my life. The image would be burned into my brain until I took my very last breath.

At my answer, his lips curled up into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, and I knew right then there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for a chance to see it again.