Reasonable Doubt(22)

“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.

“Is it about your work?”

“No...”

“Is it about my work?”

“No...”

“Then no. Get out.”

“It’s about yesterday.” She stood still, making my cock stiffen as she bit her lip.

“Yesterday was a mistake, a regrettable moment in both of our careers, and I assure you that it won’t be happening again.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Miss Everhart,” I said, standing up from my desk and walking over to her, “you and I work together professionally. If I had known the truth behind all of your ridiculous lies earlier, I would’ve immediately stopped talking to you. And then I would’ve reported you for stealing someone else’s information and using it as your own. The fact that you are a liar remains, and unfortunately—given those circumstances and the fact that I’ve already fucked you, there’s nothing more that needs to be said between us.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but I pressed my finger against her lips.

“Nothing more,” I whispered, bringing my face close to hers. “Understood?”

“You are...” Her bottom lip quivered as she jerked away from me. “You are such an asshole! I can’t believe that I slept with you!”

“Believe it. I’m sure it’ll be a very good memory for you since you hardly ever have sex.”

She shook her head. “Were you pretending on the phone, too? You’re nothing like the man I talked to at night, nothing like—”

“Please spare me the emotional appeal bullshit, Miss Everhart. I’ll have my next cup of coffee at noon. Thanks.”

“You’ll be waiting.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll get it when I feel like it.”

“You’re going to make me fire you over a cup of coffee?”

“To be honest, you might not want me to make your coffee, Mr. Hamilton.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “There’s no telling what I’ll put in it.”

“I fucking dare you...” I stepped closer.

“Is that a threat?” She shrugged.

“It’s a fucking promise.” I pushed her against the wall and pressed my lips against hers, lifting her leg around my waist.

My cock had been hard ever since she set down my coffee, and she was rubbing her hand against it through my pants right now, murmuring.

I pulled a condom out of my pocket and pressed it into her hand as I devoured her mouth—biting her soft lips, teasing her tongue with mine. If I could, I would fuck her mouth all day.

As she unzipped my pants, I slipped a hand underneath her dress and pushed her panties to the side, groaning once I felt how wet she was.

“Andrew...” She was taking too long with the condom, so I did it myself. The second I had it on, I slid into her deeply, biting her lips so she wouldn’t scream.

I grabbed her hands and placed them around my neck. “Always wet...” I felt her trying to move her leg from around my waist but I held it still. “Say my name again...”

“Yes...” She gasped as I pounded into her, over and over and over. “Yes...”

“Say it.” I squeezed her ass.

Her murmurs were becoming louder and louder.

“My name, Aubrey...” I kissed her mouth. “Say my name...”

Her pussy was gripping my cock tighter and tighter, and her nails were clawing my neck. “I...I’m about to...”

I immediately stopped mid thrust and whispered harshly into her ear. “Say my fucking name, Aubrey...”

Her nails dug into my skin. “Andrew...”

At the sound of my name on her lips, I slid into her again and she came, so perfectly. I felt my own release seconds later, and could feel her burying her head in my chest to stifle her moans, but I tilted her head up.

“Stop that...”

Panting, she kept her eyes on mine. “Stop, what?”

“Hiding your voice from me...” I kissed her lips again, making no move to slide out of her, and we stood there entwined in each other for what felt like forever.

As much as I wanted to tell her to leave and get the hell out of my office, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I kissed her forehead and slowly pulled out, readjusting her dress.

After throwing away the condom, I picked up one of her heels that had fallen off and held it out for her.

Her curls were tousled all over her head, so I smoothed them back into place. As if she was returning the favor, she refastened my zipper and fixed the collar of my shirt.

Then the two of us stood staring at one another. I had no idea what the fuck just happened, and only a part of me liked it. The other half loved it.