Bossy(43)

“Here we go.” I sink my cock all the way home in one deep stroke.

We both groan—hers muffled—as I break one of my promises, coming back for more. Everything about our relationship is fucked up, except for the fucking. I don’t care. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Pulling out almost all the way, I slide back into her, my hips hitting her ass with a fleshy smack.

I fuck her hard, rocking her against my desk. It’s solid, but it creaks with each violent thrust. Claire’s nostrils flare as she breathes harshly around my makeshift gag, and she grips the edge of my desk so hard her knuckles whiten. I slow down for a second to make sure she’s okay, and she snarls, slamming herself back against my cock.

Fuck she’s perfect.

Keeping the gag in place with one hand, I let my other roam over her curves, sliding underneath to squeeze her tits or grab her hips for leverage. The sound of her whimpering moans drives me wild, and the way she pushes back at me, meeting me thrust for thrust is so fucking sexy.

Suddenly, she goes tight, her moans turning into a single low whine that borders on a growl. She stays perfectly still, quivering beneath me while I fuck her through her orgasm. Her slippery pussy squeezes me until I can’t take it and drive deep one last time with a groan. She’s still quivering in the aftershocks of her orgasm, and her inner muscles are milking me dry when I collapse over her, breathing heavily and my heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer.

Fuck, I’ve never wanted to go without a condom so much in my life. I want to feel our wetness together, my slippery heat in hers. Making her mine. Only mine. Over and over again.

My hand relaxes and she spits out her panties. “God, my mouth is dry.” She gasps it out, still catching her breath. “And you’re freaking heavy.”

I laugh, and pull away reluctantly. I’m usually the one looking for the door before the sweat is dry, but for once I wish we had time to just be still together. Across my desk? Yeah, right. Tying off the condom, I toss it in my wastebasket. The cleaner can think what he wants.

Claire looks suddenly lost. Even after what we just did, her arm crosses over her breasts as she tries to cover herself while searching for her clothes. The wildcat from a few minutes ago is gone. No, not gone. Just hiding until it’s safe to come out again.

I help her pick up her things, giving her the illusion of privacy as she tries to clean up. She frowns at a little dangling hook on her skirt that I must have missed. “Shit.”

“I’ll pay for that if you want.” Hell, I’ll buy her new clothes every day if it means I get to tear them off her.

She shakes her head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

There’s something about how awkward things are now that I don’t like. One night stands are easy. You never have to stick around for the small talk or the feelings. I don’t know how to do this. Is this dating? I didn’t make any promises about a relationship.

Better make sure it stays simple.

I shove aside my confusion and give her what I hope is an easy smile. “You might want to wait a bit before going out there. Personally I’m a big fan of the well fucked look, but I’m not sure it’s in this season.”

“Afraid people will talk?” She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it down as best she can. “Wouldn’t want to give them the wrong idea. They might think there’s actually something between us.”

“Exactly.” I’m relieved she feels the same. “This is just... convenient. An on-the-job perk I guess. It’s not like we’re actually together.”

“Right. I’m a perk.” Her eyes narrow as she buttons up her blouse.

Shit, something is going wrong already. “No. Yes. I am too. A perk, I mean.”

She opens her mouth and then closes it, thinking. Finally she shakes her head. “You know what? I thought maybe I could do this, but it turns out I can’t. If you want to pretend that I’m just some convenient perk then go right ahead. I’m not going to stick around while you figure out you’re full of shit.”

“Where the hell did that come from? We fucked. That’s it. We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. Don’t make this anything more than it is.”

As far as I’m concerned, we both know the score. We work together, our parents are getting married, and while we have a good time, half the time we end up angry at each other. Even if I was going to suddenly turn into the relationship type, this wouldn’t be the one I’d bet on.

In some ways I wish it was, but it’s not.

Claire’s face goes white with anger, her eyes flashing. “We’ll do it again alright. But not with each other. Have a nice day, Declan. Thanks for the wakeup call. For a second there I almost thought you were human.” She gives her clothes one last check, and walks out.