Shit.
I jumped back, spilling the contents of my cup all over the front of my blouse. I put down the cup and tugged the shirt away from my skin. Just what I needed, coffee burns, plus Xander saw me watching him.
"Dr. Shaw?"
I pushed the intercom again. "Yes?" Please don't let Xander be back. I knew he'd seen me watching him in the window, and I didn't need a run-in with him at that moment.
"I'm leaving for lunch now." Okay. He's not back. Thank God.
"Okay, Angela. See you in an hour."
I unbuttoned my blouse and prayed I still had a backup shirt in my coat closet. I tossed my ruined blouse in the closet and pulled out an old black blouse I found in there. My bra was soaked so it joined my shirt at the bottom of the closet. I'd just have to make sure I kept my blazer on all day so no one could tell I was going braless.
As I slid my arms into the sleeves, the door swung open. I was seconds from screaming at Matthew for always forgetting to knock, but it wasn't Matthew standing at the door. It was Xander. He stood there staring at my fully exposed breasts with a shock that morphed into all-out desire in three seconds flat.
I yanked the ends of the shirt together and held it shut. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I … I … " He stared at my breasts, though I'd already covered them up. His gaze made me feel like the shirt didn't exist-like I was still exposed to his hungry gaze.
"You can't just barge in here whenever you want."
"I saw your secretary leave, and … I … "
Shit.
He couldn't even stay focused on what he was trying to say. His lustful gaze traveled up and down my body. He was ready to pounce, and I needed to get him to simmer down. The attraction between us was real. The realest thing I've ever felt. An energy shifted in the air between us, making me feel things I never thought were possible. Not even with Matthew had I ever felt this rush of passion and lust.
He pushed the door shut. I spun around, trying to button my blouse, but my fingers shook violently. Two hands covered mine. I froze. He was close. Too close. His hard cock pressed against my ass. He leaned into me, the stubble on his chin scrapping against my neck.
"Don't shut it."
God, he smells so good.
I was about to lose this seduction game we played. I wasn't even sure it ever was a game, because there was no competition between us. It was obvious we both felt this chemistry. It was overbearing-suffocating. We wanted to act on it-needed to. I'd been trying to be the logical one. But as he loosened my grip on the shirt, exposing me to the cool air, all rationale flew out the window.
"Xander … "
"Let me touch you." His tone was gruff, filled with need. And demanding.
No … yes … No!
Though my mind was conflicted, my body was confident in its needs. I leaned back into him, resting my head on his shoulder. He splayed his hands over my midriff, slowly trailing them over my sensitive skin. When he reached the underside of my breasts, he gently cupped them, and then his thumbs brushed across my painfully erect nipples. Gooseflesh spread across my skin. I shuddered. I was wet-achingly so. My clit throbbed, breaths shortened. I was a massive ball of white-hot sensation.
He bit my neck, then pinched my nipples, causing me to gasp. I pushed back against him. He hissed as I brushed my ass against his solidly thick erection. I lost track of time because one second his hands were on my breasts, then my thigh, and next he was parting my wet flesh.
I reached behind me and dug my fingers into his jean-clad thighs in an attempt to keep from crumbling. He steadied me with a hand on my waist, then pushed me forward until I leaned over my desk, breasts pressed against the wood surface. He pushed up my skirt, then ran a hand over my ass before peeling down my panties. He used his foot to spread my legs wider, and then his hand was back, rolling my clit, teasing my wet flesh until I moaned and pushed back against his fingers. He slid one finger into me, slowly gliding in then out. It was torture, made me ache more. And he gave me more by adding another finger, stretching me, as his erection pressed against my ass, large and rigid.
I groaned and pushed back into his prodding digits. He snorted. "Knew you'd be this fucking hot."
He pulled out his fingers. There was a shuffling sound, followed by the distinct clink of a belt buckle and rasp of a zipper. A jolt of excitement raced up my spine as the anticipation built in me. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then he leaned over me, palms braced on the desk, cock nudging against my entrance.
I sucked in a breath that ended on a hiss as he breached me with his thick cock. He filled me perfectly yet stretched me painfully with each inch he fed me. It felt achingly sweet. Like a sugar rush that went straight to my head.
"Holy fuck," he groaned as he bottomed out inside me. "So … fucking … tight." He growled, then fucked me harder. "Your cunt is so fucking greedy for this cock. Tell me you want it."
He'd been crude and foul-mouthed from the start. Now that he was backing it up with action, I had to admit I liked it. It turned me on, fed the fire building in me.
"I want it." I gasped.
Shit, I prayed to survive because the man's dick truly felt like a thick steel rod. "So … big … " I managed between his sharp thrusts. My stuttered words didn't slow him down. He'd established a rhythm, working me hard, pushing against that bundle of nerves in just the right way. I held the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grasp. He shifted, his forehead resting against my spine, his thrust less calculated-more erratic.
He fucking shuddered. Knowing I was making him lose control, making him crumble, made me wetter-more aroused.
"I need you to come, baby," he mumbled, or begged, against my back.
Baby? Fuck! That soft plea caused a fluttering feeling in my belly. The aching pressure in my clit, the delicious slide of Xander's cock-those were things I could deal with. Fluttering? I couldn't deal with that. It bordered on the kind of emotions I didn't want. This was supposed to be an emotionless fuck.
He straightened, yanked my hair, and sped up. He pounded his cock into me with long, desperate thrusts that caused my pussy to pulse, my breath to catch, and my nipples to bead. I'd craved this moment from the second I laid eyes on him. I'd yearned for him-hot and sweaty, pounding me with his magnificent strength, demanding I submit. Now it was all too real.
An intense orgasm built in me. I burned with need, was so wet he glided in and out of me effortlessly. I whimpered at the delicious sensation. The sharp pain from the hair pulling, the growling animalistic sounds he made, and the crown of his cock pushing against that sensitive spot inside me were overwhelming. I went over the edge brutally yet beautifully. My orgasm raced through my core, rippled along my clit, and sent a roaring wave of pleasure zapping amidst my nerves. Leaving me lax and breathless.
I saw bright spots behind my tightly shut eyelids as Xander plunged deeper, imbedding his thick cock inside me and coming with a raspy, "Oh … fuuuuck … "
His cock pulsed and his body trembled with his release. He left a series of bites up my back and at the back of my neck, growling as he pushed himself deeper even though he'd already come. He was hot and sweaty against my back, fighting for air as we both came down from the most astounding sexual encounter of my life.
After several long minutes of floating then descending-twitching and trembling uncontrollably-he pulled out, and we slowly stood. I turned around, pulled down my skirt, and buttoned my blouse with trembling fingers. The aftereffects were fierce and my senses were a bit frayed.
He took two stumble-steps back and dropped into a chair-his cock still exposed, half hard, and twitching like it wanted to come back up to play. He noticed me watching it and smiled, lifting his eyebrow and flashing me his dimples.
Sexy asshole.
He licked his lips, then sighed. "We got to do that again."
"No. We shouldn't have done it to begin with." He gave me an incredulous look. Because seriously, who wouldn't want to do that again? But this wasn't about what I wanted. It was about what was safer. Saner.
"Come on, Avery, that was-"
"Doesn't matter. It won't happen again."
"Why?" He gave me a lust-filled look, sweeping a hand over his cock like he was petting it. "You made me come. So. Fucking. Hard." He bit his bottom lip and lifted that damn eyebrow again.
"Could you stop?"
"What?" He was so fucking calm and nonchalant, but everything about him screamed come fuck me.
"Stop touching yourself. Stop flashing me your dimples. Stop talking dirty to me in that sex-filled voice. Just stop!"