But the frosty looks are starting to get to me, so I end up cornering her when coming out of her office later that afternoon.
“What.” She says, overly dramatic contempt dripping from her lips.
“Oh, drop the indignant bullshit, sweet cheeks.” I growl.
She blushes; “Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Fine.” I plaster a big fake smile on my face; “Quinn, this whole thing between us?”
“There is no ‘thing’ between us, Logan.” She hisses out, looking around as if to make sure no one’s looking; “There’s no-”
“Look we can drop the bitchy ice-queen attitude, darlin” I take a step closer to her, close enough that we’re practically touching and so close that she takes a step back against her office door. Her breath catches, and I see that fire blaze in her eyes just for second, but it’s enough.
It’s enough to instantly shift me from angry to just plain wanting her, and the way the color blooms in her cheeks and the way I can see her nipples getting hard beneath that fucking blouse tells me I’m not the only one feeling that way here. I can feel my cock getting hard in my pants in spite of the fact that we’re at work, or in spite of the fact that she’s deliberately gone out of her way to be a bitch to me the last few days, and I find myself narrowing my gaze as our eyes meet.
“We can't keep getting tangled up like this,” She whispers; “We have work to do, Logan.” She says quietly, her eyes still blazing at me.
“It can wait,” I growl, and I’m milliseconds away from kissing her right there when she shakes her head quickly and pushes me back.
She frowns and blows air out through her pouty lips; “No, Logan, I can’t,” she says pointedly; “This stops right here.”
But Goddamnit, she’s still got that wild look in her eyes, and those fucking nipples are just begging for my fingers, and that skirt is just asking to be yanked up over her hips.
“Is that what you really want, darlin?” I move close and growl into her ear.
I can hear her breath catch as she swallows whatever she was about to say. Her bottom lip trembles, and I know right there that if she says one more fucking word, or moves one millimeter closer to me then I’m going to drag her into her office and fuck her over the desk until she comes screaming my name.
“I- I don’t know,” She breathes out, and it's enough to just push me past that boundary.
She moans when I kiss her, hard; our lips pressing hotly together as she opens her mouth for my tongue. My hands are grabbing her firm ass and sliding down her thigh to yank her leg up to my hip.
“What the hell do you think you're doing, you bastard.” She husks, kissing me back as her skirt bunches around her waist and as she arches her hips against the bulge in my pants. I shove my hand down between us and pull her panties to the side before I start to yank down my zipper.
“Well I was planning on fucking that perfect little pussy right here and now,” I growl into her mouth, feeling her whimper at the coarseness of my words and loving the fact that sweet and innocent Quinn Archer gets turned on by my dirty mouth.
“Oh, and do you plan on fucking me right here in the hallway of our office, you arrogant prick?” You'd think she was protesting if she wasn't snaking her hand down into my fly and wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock.
I push two fingers deep into her slit and curl them up, feeling her squeeze down on them as her breath catches; “Well just maybe I want the whole office to watch you come for me on my cock.”
She whimpers again at my words, her hand stroking me faster and faster; “Why you smug, cocky, ass.”
“You prim, stuck-up little tease.”
She moans, her brow furrowing as my fingers stroke deep and insistently, and I know by how wet she is that she's close; “I'm going to make you come right here, Doc.”
“Right here?” She whispers out, her eyes closed and her lips parted ever so slightly.
“Right here,” I growl; “I want you to come for me just like you came for me the other night.”
She freezes for second, and then suddenly her eyes are snapping open.
Fuck.
“Oh my God, what are we doing?!” Her cheeks are bright rose and flushed, but she's pulling her hand out my pants and pushing my hand away from her.
“Quinn-”
But then she’s shaking her head again and she’s suddenly pushing me back; “No, Logan-” She's shaking her head, frowning; “We can't keep doing th-”
“We can do whatever we-”
“I can’t keep doing this!” She says loudly. Her face is angry and drawn as she looks up into my eyes; “I can’t just keep fixing you up and then sleeping with you every time you get banged up!”