More, Please(24)

His kiss deepened as his hand fell to my breast again, kneading softly. His fingers played across the swell before pausing at the clasp in the center. A quick flick had it popping open. He pushed the fabric to the side before breaking the kiss and leaning across me, taking one of my nipples in his hot mouth.

I sucked in a breath as his hand fell between my legs. His fingers ran down my panty-covered slit, wet with need. He rubbed the top in a circle while sucking my nipple. Pleasure heated my body, pulsing through me.

“Bend over the desk,” Hunter demanded softly. He helped me off his lap before standing up with me. His eyes were soft yet smoldering, filled with desire and longing both. “I need to be inside of you.”

I walked to the desk and bent over, feeling my ardor rise. I felt him behind me, his legs brushing up against mine. Palms started mid-thigh and pushed upward, moving the fabric of my skirt up and over my butt, exposing my lacy thong.

A brief pause almost had me looking back before I felt a hot mouth against my panty-clad sex. I moaned as his hands landed on my knees, coaxing my legs wider apart. I complied eagerly. Fingers hooked around the fabric covering me and pulled it to the side. A scorching tongue licked up my center.

“Hmm,” I moaned, laying my cheek against his desk.

His touch disappeared. Cool air assaulted what a second ago had been blasting heat.

A zipper sounded.

My heart started to beat faster as I waited for him. Bent over his desk, exposed, anticipating what he would do next.

Clothing rustled. A blunt tip made a trail down my aching sex.

“Oh, Hunter,” I said, my lips fluttering with the delicious contact.

The tip stopped at my opening. Light pressure had me pushing back, wanting the thrust. Wanting him deeply inside me. His palms braced on my butt, though, keeping me pinned.

His erection barely pushed past my lips, then stopped.

“Please, Hunter,” I said. Shivers spread fire through my body. Tingles heightened the expectation, promising exquisite pleasure. “Please…”

More pressure, entering me slowly. Not enough.

“Deeper,” I moaned, clutching the desk in desperation. “Deeper, please, Hunter. Fuck me!”

Agonizingly, the tip pulled out. It slid along my pounding sex, teasing.

“You’re mine, Olivia,” Hunter said in a hoarse whisper. “I won’t ever share you or give you away. Not for anything, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

His palms slid over my butt and up my back. His chest lay on top of me. A hard thrust had him pushing deep into my core.

“Oh!” I exclaimed as his thighs hit mine.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, his mouth to my ear. He crashed into me then, hard and dominating. Each thrust was like a shock of pleasure, exploding through my body.

I moaned and writhed, shoved against the hard wood desk with each thrust. Our skin slapped together. My body wound up, incredibly tight.

“Oh, God,” I exclaimed as the friction vibrated through me. “Oh, God. Oh my God!”

He pounded into me, unyielding. The sensations grew, expanding. Larger. Overcoming me.

“Oh Hunt—oh Go—” Words failed me. My teeth clicked closed. My jaw clenched. Colors burst behind my eyes and a boom of orgasm rocked my body.

“Olivia,” Hunter groaned, shaking over me. His hands gripped me tightly.

He leaned over me more heavily as I panted against the desk, both of us quaking in the afterglow. He kissed my cheek softly with his hands braced around me possessively.

There was no way in hell I would sleep with Rodge, that was for sure. But I had to admit that part of this was my fault. I’d been integral in getting Bruce to Hunter’s side, and Rodge knew it. I was a part of this issue. A big part.

I had to help fix this, even if it meant going into the belly of the beast and visiting Rodge on his home turf. It was the only way.





Chapter Nine





It was a long week, made longer by the amount of work I had on my plate, and the emotional upheaval threatening me. Hunter had his usual million projects going on, but Bruce had stepped up his production and requested a bunch more from me as well. I’d get home after a long day and walk straight into my office, starting the hobby job that didn’t actually pay anything.

And then there was the contract.

I could see the stress eating away at Hunter every day. At work, I’d hear him shout into the phone, something I’d never heard him do before. When I took him his coffee, he might be pacing in front of the window. He tossed and turned at night. Occasionally, when he was in the middle of a nightmare, he’d mutter something along the lines of, “No, Dad, don’t take this one!”

He was reliving his horror of the maid, the woman who ruined him before he’d even turned eighteen. The woman who’d chosen his dad over him, crushing his young, inexperienced heart. Hunter was applying that pain to me. He worried he’d lose me the same way.