One Regret(12)

I heard him gasp as I closed my hand over his hardness. He returned the favor by sticking his tongue in my mouth, moving it in and out to match what his hands were doing below. I used my free hand to explore his pockets, feeling a thrill of triumph when I felt the familiar foil packet at my fingertips. All the while, Dennis continued his rant.

At last, William had enough. “Dennis. Come into the office tomorrow. Don’t call me back today or Gravity will deny you representation.”

He hit the button that would end the call and let out a frustrated grunt. I couldn’t tell if it was because of the call or because of me.

“I’d say that call went well.” I yanked his pants and underwear down, freeing his erection.

William removed his fingers and pulled me to the very edge of the desk. I leaned back as he put the condom in place. When he was done, he leaned over me and I could feel his erection pressing against me. With his hands on either side of me, he said, “That was probably my best call ever.”

“Enough of the phone sex.” I spread my legs even wider and moved against him, giving him no choice but to take me right then.

The desk was the perfect height for sex, we discovered. As William grabbed my hips and slammed into me, my spine pounded against the desk. It was painful, but only just, and I found that it only added to the pleasure of William’s thrusting. Each plunge into me was harder than the last, and it was the fastest he had ever brought me to orgasm. As my body clenched violently and then released, William continued to drive into me. After just a few more grinds against the desk, he let loose with one final grunt.

Satisfied, he kissed me hard on the lips. “We need to make office sex a more regular occurrence.”

“I concur.” It had been a little rough, yes, but it had also been amazingly good. Yes, the long-lasting, tender sex was wonderful, but sometime a girl just needs a quickie.

William helped me to my feet and I pulled the robe around me, trying my best to hide the painful twinge I felt in my back. “According to the news, there is a big storm headed this way. I called and got us on an earlier flight out. We need to head to the airport in about an hour.”

“I guess I should get dressed then.” I gestured to the robe. “Unless you think this is considered appropriate flying apparel.”

“It would certainly make the TSA pat downs more interesting.” William followed me to the bedroom.

He got busy packing his suitcase while I got dressed slowly. My back was really sore. I had my underwear and bra in place when William heard me wince while trying to pull on some jeans.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, spotting the red marks on my back. “Shit, Olivia. Why didn’t you say something?”

“It’s no big deal.” I tried to shrug it off but that only made me wince again. “Honestly, I barely even felt it at the time.”

William came over to get a close look. His hands moved over the length of my back, working a powerful healing magic in the process. “You’re already starting to bruise,” he said, very quietly.

“I bruise easily. Honestly, I’m fine. I promise.” To prove the point, I pulled on a light blue button down and quickly worked the buttons.

“Livy,” William said, taking my hands. “You have to tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t ever want to be that guy.”

“I know you don’t. And you’re not.” I lifted our entwined hands and kissed each knuckle. “I enjoyed every minute of our desk activity. I swear.”

William didn’t look convinced but he let me finish dressing. It wasn’t until we were on the way to the airport that he brought it up again.

“How are you feeling?” he took his eyes off the winding road for just a second.

“Tired.” I feigned a yawn. “This wild sex maniac I was staying with wouldn’t let me get a full night of sleep all weekend.”

“I’m serious, Liv. How’s your back?” William was holding my hand and he caressed his thumb over my knuckles.

I couldn’t believe the effect such a slight touch on my hand could have on the rest of my body. “William, please let it go. I don’t want to fight with you about this.”

“We’re not fighting. I just want to make sure you are being honest with me.” William pressed down on the accelerator as he pulled onto the highway. “I clearly hurt you, so you might as well stop denying it.”

I took my hand back. “William, what you saw was nothing. I’ve been hurt much worse than that.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wanted to take them back. It was the absolute wrong thing to say. I had just brought up the one thing that was very likely to set William off. “That son of a bitch,” he said, knowing that I had been talking about Paul. I could hear him grinding his teeth and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white.