Chapter 37

37

Zara

He ducks, and the book flies past him. Anger churns my guts. "You think I’m going to believe you when you say you didn’t know Lord Alan was going to ask me to become your PR manager?" I shoot out my arm and grab the paperweight. Who keeps a paperweight on a desk anymore? This stuck up, privileged prick does, and isn’t that helpful? I pitch the paperweight at him. He moves so fast, he’s almost a blur. The paperweight misses him and crashes to the wooden floor and rolls away.

"Zara!" he growls.

"Don’t even start." I reach out blindly. My fingers encounter a ceramic mug which he must have drunk coffee from earlier. "You knew he’d ask me, and that I wouldn’t be able to refuse. You told him to keep your name out of it so I wouldn’t know it was you he was talking about; not until I walked into this office and saw you." I launch the cup at him. This time, he swoops out his hand, catches it, and places it on the table.

The slow burn of anger erupts into flames of rage. The blood pounds at my temples, and my heart catapults into my throat. I grab a book from the table and chuck it at him. Then snatch up a pencil, a pen, a stapler, and throw them at him, one after the other. He easily evades them and slaps his hands on the table. "Zara, stop that. You’re acting unreasonable."

"You think this is unreasonable? You haven’t seen anything yet." I reach for his phone, and he rushes around the table. I raise my hand, but he reaches up and circles my wrist with his fingers.

"Let me go."

"You need to calm down first."

"Don’t tell me to calm down, you twatworm!" I burst out.

He chuckles. "Where do you pick up your gutter language, baby?" He grabs my other arm, then twists both of my hands behind my back.

"Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me, you conniving piece of shit." I try to pull free, but his hold on me tightens. He squeezes my wrist just enough that I loosen my fingers. The phone slips from my hand. He releases my wrist and catches the phone before he places it on the table. At the same time, he draws me flush against him so I can feel all of him from chest to groin to thighs.

"Hunter, don’t you dare."

"You know I can’t stop myself from rising to a challenge." He thrusts forward, and the unmistakable bulge in his crotch stabs into my arse.

"Fuck you," I spit out.

"I will, but only if you ask me nicely." He leans his weight into me so I’m pushed up against his desk. Then he circles my wrists with the fingers of his one hand; the other, he plants in between my shoulder blades. He applies pressure, and I find myself folded over his table, my arse jutting out and flush against the column in his pants. He’s even more aroused than a few seconds ago, if that were possible. Heat spurts in my lower belly. A shudder of need ladders up my spine. He must notice, for he pulls the hair back from my face and drapes it over one shoulder. Then he bends and nips on my exposed earlobe.

I shiver. "Hunter, stop."

"Do you remember your safe word?"

I swallow.

"Do you, Fire?"

I nod.

"Unless you use it I’m going to keep going."

I draw in a ragged breath. My heart is beating so fast, I can feel the pulse between my legs, behind my knees, at my ankles, my temples, even behind my eyelids.

"Do you want to use your safe word?" he growls.

I hesitate.

His entire body goes solid. I feel the tension flow off of him. His muscles are so hard, I can feel every individual chest plane outlined against my back. His heart canters against my back, the speed so fast it echoes my own.

"Do you, Zara?" He releases me and steps back. "If you want me to stop use your safe word, now."

I squeeze my eyes shut. My knees feel like they’re going to turn to jelly. He’s giving me a choice, and that makes it so much worse. Because what I’m going to do now is only going to show me how reckless I am. How totally seduced I am by his touch, the feel of his skin on mine, his eyelashes brushing my cheek, the feel of his hard thighs gripping mine. The length of his cock stretching me, while his fingers probe that forbidden place between my arse cheeks.

"Zara, do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head.

"I need you to say it aloud, baby."

"I don’t want you to stop."

"Open your eyes and say it like you mean it."

Jerkhole. I snap open my eyelids and glower up at him from the corner of my eyes. "I want you to fuck me, you bastar?—"

He’s on me so fast, I gasp. He rolls up my skirt so it’s over my hips, then tears off my panties. A moan falls my lips. My pulse rate is so fast, it’s as if I’m competing in a sprint. "What if someone walks in?" I manage to get out.

He lowers his head until his gaze is on level with mine. "You’ll just have to come fast enough so they won’t catch us."

A tremor of heat coils in my underbelly. My pussy clenches, and my thigh muscles quiver.

"That turns you on, doesn’t it?" he growls.

"Of course, not."

"Oh?" He straightens, then kicks my legs apart. He shoves his fingers inside me—rough and hard and with no consideration for me, just how I like it. He pulls out his fingers and holds them in front of my face. The unmistakable white liquid stretching between his digits reveals just how turned on I am. "Your body never lies to me, baby." He thrusts them in my mouth. "Lick them clean for me."

I don’t need a second urging. I am a slut for punishment. That’s who I am at my most basic. God help me. I lick myself off his fingers, and a tremor grips his body. Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s excited. A calm descends, and my normal heart rhythm resumes. This is going to happen. I’m going to let this happen because I want it. Because he wants it, too. Because when we’re together, we’re as combustible as dry wood and fire.

He lowers his fingers. I hear the jingle of his belt, and another spurt of heat pumps through my veins. Then the blunt head of his cock teases my slit.

"I’m going to scream," I warn.

"I’m counting on it."

"Won’t be so good if the rest of your office listens to it."

"It’s soundproofed, baby."

I scowl. "How many women have you fucked in here before?"

He stills, then lowers his head again so he’s on eye level with me. "Jealous?"

"Not at all."

"Liar." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "And you’re the first woman I’ve taken on this desk."

My heart seems to open in my chest. A thrill of joy bursts through my veins. He straightens, grips my hips.

"The only woman I plan to fuck again and again on this surface."

"Wait, what? This is not happening agai?—"

I gasp as he pistons his hips forward and impales me. Oh god, that familiar thickness, the way my pussy expands around his girth; it hurts and yet, it’s also so very erotic.

He leans over and wraps my fingers about the edge of his desk. "Hold on."

He pistons his hips and sinks into me with such force that the entire table jolts. I slide forward and his hold on my hips tightens. He pulls back, then thrusts into me and his balls slap against my inner thighs. He reaches under and rubs on my clit, and the climax sweeps out from my core. He releases his hold on my hips only to slap his hand down next to my face. He’s rolled up his shirtsleeves and the veins on his forearms flex. That, along with the smattering of dark hair on his arms, sends me over the edge. The next time he crams himself into me, my entire body jolts. He bends over, his wide chest covering me as he presses me into the table. Then he places his cheek next to mine and growls, "Come for me, Fire. Come right now."

A cry spills from my lips and I orgasm instantly. He fucks me through the aftershocks, then with a groan, empties himself inside me.

He stays that way with his weight pinning me down, with the heat of his body holding me captive, the cum running down my leg— a combination of both of us—and my head floating somewhere above my body. He pulls out, and I wince at the loss of his heat. I hear him walk away, and know I must move, but my legs seem to have lost the ability. Then I hear his footsteps, and something cool brushes between my legs. He pulls down my skirt, then pulls me up and turns me around in his arms. "Are you okay?"