Chapter 4

Chapter Four

S ONIA

I smiled and buried my head in Tristen's chest. He tightened his arms around me, making me feel safe and cherished. We stood silently, and I realized I'd never felt happier.

Tristen caressed my hair and placed a kiss on my forehead. "What are you smirking about?"

"I'm happy."

"Me too, sweetheart. Me too. I didn't realize how miserable I was until now. You've done something I thought was impossible."

I never thought I'd be with him like this. Hearing him say those words only confirmed that our connection wasn't my imagination. I’d worried this was a one-sided crush, and Tristen regarded me as his friend's kid sister.

I moved my head so I could stare into his eyes. He looked so handsome, the same attractive man, but now it was different because he was my man. "Why didn't we have sex?"

Tristen chuckled as he kissed me, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. "What do you think happened here?"

"I mean, I thought we'd have actual sex. Don't you want to?"

"What?" Tristen asked, pulling me away from him. Immediately, I felt chilled, missing the warmth of his arms surrounding me. "Princess, I want to, and we will. I didn't want the first time I fucked you to be on a hard desk or my office floor. Especially after you said you'd never been with anyone." He brushed my hair behind my ear. "My good girl deserves better than that."

A knock at the door made us jump.

"Fuck. I canceled all the appointments for today. Who the fuck could that be?"

I jumped off his lap and searched for my clothes. I shoved my skirt on and realized that my panties were in Tristan’s pocket. I pulled my bra on, picked up my shirt, and put it on, trying to cover the fact that it no longer had any buttons. "Did you have to rip my shirt?"

Tristen pulled up his pants and adjusted his belt. "You weren't complaining when you were on the desk, exposing your sweet cunt to me." He chuckled.

"I wasn't thinking about how I was gonna get out of here."

"Obviously, neither was I."

"Do you have anything I can use to wipe off the cum? I smell like sex."

I scrambled for tissues; Tristen grabbed my wrist, forcing me to turn to him. "You're not wiping anything off."

"What? I smell like sex."

"That's the point, Princess. I want every man to smell me on you and know that you're already someone else's property, and they need to stay the fuck away. I'm a possessive man. I don't share, and anyone who tries to take what's mine will be in a world of hurt."

I squeezed my legs together, turned on by Tristen's words.

He rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip. "If we didn't have someone waiting right outside this door, I would bend you over my desk, first time be damned." He slid one hand up my skirt before opening my folds with his fingers. "So wet, Princess. My beautiful girl."

My head fell back as I moaned, grinding my pussy on his hand, desperate to get off. When Tristen talked dirty, it only increased my excitement. He made me feel special, making me open to anything and everything, as long as it was with him.

He removed his hand and rubbed my juices along my lips before he bent to kiss me. "You're so delicious."

"Tristen," I panted.

"As much as I would love to fuck your pussy with my tongue again, we need to get you covered up and out of here." Tristen took off his suit jacket and put it around me.

"Can I get my underwear back, at least?"

"No, that's mine now. But I am gonna ask you to give me five minutes to get rid of whoever that is, and I'll take you out for a meal."

Tristen whipped the door open and stared at the lanky guy standing on the other side. "Mr. Williams, I'm going to have to ask you to make an appointment. I'm done for the day."

Tristen didn't even wait for the kid to answer before turning to me. "Miss Matthew, I'll walk you to your car."

I nodded, wrapping Tristen's suit jacket tightly around me before walking out the door with Tristen following behind.

We walked silently down the hall to the elevator without making eye contact. I felt like I'd done something seedy, something taboo, forbidden. Just as the shame was about to set in, Tristen laced his fingers with mine and brought my hand to his lips. "Don't. Don't you dare regret what happened."

"I feel like we've fucked up your situation. I don't want you to suffer because of what we did."

"Fuck my job. Fuck it all, because the truth of the matter is, I've never been as happy as I was in that office with your sexy body laid bare before me. I don't regret a second of it, and I'm not ending us because of a fuckin' job."

I glanced down at the elevator floor, unable to make eye contact with him. "I'm not worth you losing everything you've worked for."

"You think a life in academia is everything that matters to me?" Tristen's hand glided under my chin and directed my face to his. "Look at me, Sonia. I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you. I'm sure I've waited my whole life for you. Nothing on God's green earth will ever keep me away from you. Got it?"

I felt a surge of joy as I whispered, "Yes."