Chapter Twenty-Three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

THE EXPRESSION ON Reagan’s face would’ve amused him if he hadn’t been so irritated. She looked ready to hiss at him, like a wet cat, and as he ran his eyes down to her heaving breasts, it got him thinking of another wet pussy.

“Get out of my way, Evan.”

He knew the uppity tone in her voice was meant to dissuade him, but it had the opposite effect. It made his cock hard as a fucking rock.

“Not until you tell me what the hell that was all about.”

In true Reagan fashion, she didn’t back down. She tilted her chin up and pinned him with annoyed eyes. “What was what about? We each presented our side of the argument. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He raised the hand he had by his side and placed it on the opposite side of her head, caging her in where she stood. “You’re full of shit. What got your panties in a twist back there?”

Her eyes flashed at him, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. She’d worn a clear gloss on her lips today, and the way the glistened made him want to lean in and take a bite.

“I don’t have my ‘panties’ in a twist, thank you very much. What a totally sexist thing to say. Which, by the way, seems to be your mindset today. What’s next? You gonna throw me over your shoulder and take me back to the cave where I belong?”

“Now that sounds like a good goddamn idea. Maybe that’s what you need.”

Even as pissed off as he was that she’d had complete disregard for the plans they’d made in his office, he couldn’t stop the craving that took over when he was in close proximity to Reagan. And fuck her for that.

She narrowed her eyes at him and struggled to get free. When he didn’t budge, she leaned back against the door.

“So what happens now?” she asked, and then lowered her voice to a whisper. “Are you gonna fuck me against this door?” Her hand trailed over her hips and hovered between her legs, pressing against the tight skirt she was wearing. “Let’s not play games, Evan. Just move away. And then I’ll let you apologize.”

“Apologize?” He threw his head back in a humorless laugh and then looked her dead in the eye. “Okay,” he said, leaning closer, his voice dripping with disdain. “I apologize. I’m so sorry I took you home that first night. That I fucked you until you could barely walk out my door. That I’ve ruined you for every other cock out there. I’m so fucking sorry, Reagan. But most of all I’m sorry you’re such a fucking liar.”

“Fuck you,” she said, pushing hard against his chest, but he wasn’t about to let her go. His blood was boiling in the way that only she seemed to provoke.

He grabbed the hands shoving against him and pinned them over her head against the door. Then he took a step toward her and said in a low, raspy voice, “That’s the second time in as little as minutes that you’ve invited me to fuck you. Maybe I should just take you up on the offer. Or are you lying about that too?”

He pressed his body flush against hers, and as her breasts connected with his chest, and his cock brushed against her tight skirt, a low moan left from between her parted lips.

“Ahh, so this…” he said, lowering his head and grinding his hips against hers. “This we at least know is true.” He placed his lips by her ear, and when he heard her suck in an unsteady breath, he whispered, “But here’s the thing, Reagan—as much as I liked your suggestion about fucking you against the door, I had a vision when you were pulling your snobby princess routine. And it had more to do with bending you over the table.”

He took a step back and pulled her arms from the door, and just as he was about to tug her forward, she boldly stepped up to him.

“Like one of your whores?” she asked, backing him up until his ass hit the table. “Maybe I should hike up my skirt and stand on a street corner to get your attention? Would that keep you coming back for more?”

He growled, and she gave him an evil smile. “Let’s get one thing straight. Your cock and I…we’re never gonna be intimately acquainted again.” Looking down at the erection in his pants, she said, “Down, boy.”

Evan shook his head and pushed off the table, their fronts pressing against each other, since she wasn’t about to back down. “You are such…a fucking…liar.”

“And you are such a fucking manwhore.”

Before he could stop himself, he reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing her forward so she could feel his erection.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe you have that effect on me?”

“Who’s the liar now?” Her words fought against him, but her body wasn’t following. “Don’t pretend like I’m something special.” Leaning in, she captured his lower lip with her teeth and bit down hard before whispering against his mouth, “Let’s just be honest about what I am to you. Your favorite…filthy…fuck.”

* * *

REAGAN COULDN’T BELIEVE the shit flying out of her mouth. When Evan maneuvered them so he could back her up to the conference table, she knew exactly where this was going. She wasn’t naive enough to believe this was hearts and flowers, and was honest enough to call a spade a spade. This was a total hate fuck, and the sooner he got his pants down and his cock inside her, the quicker she could get off and go about her day as planned.

Her ass hit the table first, and he lifted her slightly so she was perched on the edge.

“Don’t think this changes anything between us,” she told him as he touched her knees with his fingers.

“Oh, I’m under no delusions as to what this is,” he said as his fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt. “After all, you’re the one who reminded me of who you are…right, Reagan?”

She glared at him with enough force that he should’ve fallen dead to the floor, but when he started to inch the material up her thighs, she slowly parted her legs.

His eyes dropped to her movements, and when she stopped, he raised them to hers and demanded, “Wider.”

She licked her lower lip and placed her hands on the table behind her, leaning back slightly and spreading her legs apart. His palms smoothed over the top of her thighs, pushing the skirt up as he went, and when his fingers grazed the lace of her panties, she fought to keep her eyes open and on his.

“Are you gonna take all day?”

The look that crossed his features then was both exciting and alarming as he warned, “You might want to keep your voice down, Ms. Spencer. We don’t want everyone in the office to know just how hard you plan to work for the next—”

“Five minutes?” she interrupted with her most innocent smile.

She felt the tips of his fingers brush across the damp material of her panties, and as he slipped them into the leg and pulled them aside, he promised, “Oh it’s going to take much longer than five minutes. You can stop pretending you aren’t dying for it, Reagan. My fingers are practically dripping, and I haven’t even gotten them inside of your sweet cunt yet.”

Fuck me,she thought, her inner muscles tightening. Evan was definitely her equal when it came to the bedroom. When his dirty mouth came out to play, and the words fell off his tongue as they were now, she wanted nothing more than to get him inside her so her greedy body had something to cling to. Rather than the empty throb she currently felt.

“You’re doing a lot of talking when you could be putting your mouth to better use,” she told him.

“And you’re doing a lot of complaining for someone who is about two flicks away from an orgasm.”

“Shut…up,” she said, and covered his mouth with her hand. He bit down on her thumb and kept his eyes on hers as his fingers grazed against her wet slit.

Dammit. Why does he have to be so fucking good at this?And why did her body turn traitor every time she was near him? She hated him.

One of his fingers pushed inside her.

Oh fuck.

Yes…she hated him. Loathed him as another finger filled her.

When her hands went up to her breasts, she heard him groan.

“Unbutton it,” he said, and her fingers obeyed as his scissored inside her.

She parted the material to reveal a silk chemise underneath, her hard nipples straining against the soft material. His free hand came up to cup one of her breasts, and she arched into his grasp.

God, it didn’t take long for him to focus in on her sweet spot, and as he pressed against it, her legs quivered and her breath hitched in her throat. Her hand covered his on her breast and she squeezed, anticipating the explosive release that was about to shoot through her.

“Fuck,” she panted, her hips jerking up. “Fuck me—”

“And there’s the third invite,” he rasped, as he removed his fingers, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her off the desk.

* * *

ONCE HE HAD Reagan on her feet, her lust-filled eyes locked with his, and he couldn’t help the grin that tipped his lips. With her skirt hiked up around her waist and her shirt parted, she looked like a woman who’d either been thoroughly fucked or was about to be.

He spun her around, and before she could offer a sound of protest, he placed a hand on her shoulder blade and gently urged her forward. When she bent at the waist and placed her forearms on the table, the sight of her bare ass cheeks separated by a strip of black lace just about had him coming in his pants. He reached for his belt buckle, and as he fumbled with it, he cursed and instructed her, “Stay just like that.”

He took a step back and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the table beside her. Glancing over her shoulder at him, her eyes tracked over his body boldly, and when they reached the fingers at his belt, he kicked it into high gear. He unbuckled it and unzipped, but before he pushed them down over his hips, he took his wallet out of his back pocket.

Her eyes found his as he opened it to remove a condom. After tossing the wallet onto his jacket beside her, he brought the packet to his lips and tore it open.

“Now we both know how vocal you like to be, Ms. Spencer. Do you think you’re going to be able to keep your mouth shut? Or do you need some assistance in the matter?”

Reagan’s eyes zeroed in on his crimson tie, and without her saying a word, he reached for the knot and loosened it, drawing it from around his neck. As the thin strip of material slipped free, he let the end of it flirt over her ass and groaned when she pushed back, wanting more. He ran a finger down between her ass cheeks. When he dipped it down between the soaked material covering her swollen lips, he pushed it up inside her.

She moaned, and Evan leaned down until his chest was against her back, and pulled his finger out to rub the material of her panties over her clit. He kissed the shell of her ear, and as she bucked back against him, he teased her again.

“I think a gag order is necessary here, don’t you?” She squirmed against him as he brought the tie into eye line with her. When she turned her head to look up at him, he raised his brow. “Don’t be so shocked. You’re the one who always screams my name.”

He then moved to place the fabric between her teeth, and as she bit down, he gave her a wicked smirk. “I have to say, I like you with a mouthful, Reagan.”

He secured the ends of the tie around the back of her head and then rolled his hips against her ass as he moved back up behind her. He smoothed a hand over the round globe of her cheek, the sight in front of him one he could never have dreamed.

She was stunning as she waited for him, and even after everything she’d done, he still wanted her more than his next breath. He quickly shoved down his pants and boxers and rolled the condom up his thick cock. He stroked it several times and growled when Reagan rocked her hips as though she couldn’t wait for him to get inside her. And as much as he would’ve loved to torture her a bit longer, he couldn’t hold himself back.

He pulled her g-string down just below her ass, too impatient to take it completely off. Spreading her cheeks, he rubbed the length of his cock along her wet core, lubing him up before teasing her opening with his tip. As he teased her, she slapped her hand on the table, and the message was crystal fucking clear.

With no more warning, he slid inside her, her tight pussy like a fist, and it had him dragging in a ragged breath.

“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes and relishing the feel of her. Hot. Wet. Fucking perfection. He could’ve come right then, but he held himself still, his hand on her lower back as he took a deep breath.

Reagan, on the other hand, had a different idea. Pushing up on her hands, she moved her hips back against him, and it had him opening his eyes and grabbing her waist. As she looked over her shoulder, one of her hands went down between her thighs. Her fingers brushed against the underside of his balls, and his hips bucked. Drawing himself out of her and away from her dangerous fucking fingers, he pushed her back down again, and this time, she winked at him before laying her head on her arms. He thrust back inside her and wrapped his arm around her hip to play with her clit while the other hand kept a tight grip on her waist. She met every punch of his hips with one of her own, and he could hear the soft, muffled sound of her cries from behind his tie.

The pace intensified as he pinched the swollen flesh he was rubbing with his finger, and as he tunneled into her, he knew that nothing would ever compare to the way he felt when he was with Reagan. She was a fiery-hot temptress, and her appetite more than matched his own.

He gripped her hips with both hands now, using her in a way that was both brutal and beautiful, and as his climax threatened at the base of his spine, he felt her inner muscles clench around his cock like a vise. He gritted his teeth to hold back the curse he wanted to shout.

Her hands moved to the table at the sides of her head, her fingers whitening as she pushed them into the unforgiving surface. Her body was moving back and forth across the tabletop with each forceful thrust, her slick juices causing a sweet slide in and out of her. Then she tore the tie out of her mouth.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, reached down between her thighs, and said, “Don’t even think about stopping me this time.”

He dug his fingers into her creamy flesh and picked up the pace. If she wanted to finger-fuck herself, he had no problem with that. In fact, the moment her fingers touched his cock as he slid inside her, he clenched his eyes closed and growled. “Hurry the fuck up, Reagan.”

He heard her moan and then shove back on him hard as a soft cry escaped her lips and her entire body clenched around his, tensing from the pleasure that was overtaking her body.

The feeling of her tight core squeezing his dick had his own climax exploding as he bit his lip so hard he drew blood.

He’d questioned what Reagan had said earlier, not liking the meaning behind her words, but when he stared down at the woman that he’d so thoroughly possessed, he realized how right she was. Reagan Spencer was definitely his favorite filthy fuck—she just also happened to be a hell of a lot more.