Surrendered(35)

“Fuck.” He growls. I watch his expression change from seductive lover to pure animal.

He grabs my knickers on either side and tears the lace material from my body. I quickly unfasten the catch that holds the two sides of my dress together, before he decides to hulk me out of that too. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me upright. My dress falls open like a robe, he doesn’t even bother to remove it.

He pulls me off the desk and up against his hard body. His eyes are wild, feral even. He wants me, he needs me. I grasp the hem of his jumper and pull it up and over his head, he obliges in exposing that fucking amazing body to me. He’s run out of patience. He roughly shoves down his jeans and boxers, just enough to expose his cock. I love it when he’s impatient, it means I’m going to get it hard and fast. I’m not really a take your time kind of girl. As soon as he’s good to go, he grabs my waist, picking me up. My thighs automatically wrap around his hips, as my hands cling to his shoulders. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, just begging to be let in. He turns and pins me up against the floor to ceiling glass windows of my office. Just when I expect him to give it to me all guns blazing, he pauses. He rests his forehead into the crook of my neck, his cock poised. His breathing is heavy as every muscle quivers under my fingers.

“Theo.” I whimper. This is pure fucking torture.

“Just…”

“Please fuck me.” I cut him off. He pulls back, his expression fierce. His eyes blaze as he grits his teeth. He lets out a low animalistic growl as he surges into me. I throw my head back against the glass and cry out as he fills me completely. My entire body sighs in relief.

One hand grips my thigh so hard, I’m sure I’ll bruise. The other winds into my hair, yanking my head to the side. He bites my neck, as he thrusts into me like a man possessed. This is how I like him. This is what I need from him, his unbridled passion, his desperation. I need to be able to unhinge him, and I can. His hand releases my hair and holds the side of my face, holding us cheek to cheek.

“Fuck, Lilly.” He growls against my ear.

I can feel my body starting to tighten, as my thighs start to tremble. He holds me firmly as my climax hits me hard. Everything explodes around me as stars dot my vision. He presses his hand over my mouth, silencing my loud cry. He buries his face in my neck and moans loudly as his entire body tenses and shudders. He eventually relaxes, and releases me from his hold. I slide down his body until my numb legs hit the floor. I stagger like a drunk to my office chair and collapse. Fuck. I don’t know if I will ever get used to the way that man fucks…like a train. I always feel like I’ve been hit with one when we’re done. I smile to myself, feeling utterly chilled out. Having him inside me is like the best kind of drug.

“I’ll be back.” I say dreamily. I hop up and re-fasten my dress in place. I manage to make my way outside, to the toilet. It’s now nearly six, and most people have gone home. I keep my eyes down though. I can’t make eye contact. What if someone heard?

I clean up the trail of come that is running down my thigh. Great, and I have no underwear. I should really learn to carry a spare pair around him.

When I step back into the office, Theo is casually leant against my desk, reading something on it. His jeans are now fastened, but he’s still topless. He’s every woman’s fantasy. Everything about him is a weapon to a woman’s morale’s. I watch as his broad chest rises and falls, the Celtic art work that creeps over his chest seems so at odds with the man, but at the same time, so perfect. My eyes trail those perfect abs, which look as though they were carved from stone. I follow the line of his guide lines adorned with inked angel wings, angel my arse.

“You’re staring sugar.” He says without looking up from the paper.

I roll my eyes. “That’s kind of freaky when you do that, just so you know.”

He smirks. “It’s not my fault you’re so obvious.”

My stomach rumbles noisily, much to my embarrassment. He looks up at me and cocks an eyebrow. I shrug. He wordlessly starts digging through his take away bag.

“It’s probably cold, but eat.” He hands me a box. I open it. Chicken Chow Mein, one of my favourites.

“You only got chop sticks.” I moan.

He smirks. “What, you can’t use chop sticks?”

I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes at him. “No, and before you say anything, this is why forks were invented.”

He laughs. “I can feed you if you like.” He cocks an eyebrow and flashes his ‘come hither’ smile.

“See, you’re probably thinking that’s sexy. I’m thinking it makes me feel like I’m five.” I smile and turn on my heel.