“You killed them?”
“I gave an order to kill them, yes.”
“Gave an order?”
“That is correct.”
“You’re not in the military any longer, right?”
“I am not.”
“So who do you give orders to?”
“My employees are former military. We treat some of our business transactions like military missions, and they follow my command.”
“So you’re like a mafia boss? The Godfather?”
I never looked at it that way. I considered it, took a sip of scotch, and nodded. “I guess so.”
She lifted her glass, downed the scotch in one drink and stood from her seat.
My heart sank.
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and coughed. “I’ve got two statements, and one question.”
I prepared for her to unleash her wrath.
“Michael, I love you.”
My throat went dry. I somehow managed to swallow, regardless. I took a sip of my whiskey and waited for the but.
“And.” Her lip curled. Just a little. “I’m not wearing panties.”
I choked on my scotch until I went into a coughing fit. When I finally caught my breath, she continued.
“Now, my question. I’ve forgiven you. Will you forgive me?”
I coughed the last of the scotch out of my lungs. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I will.”
Cap slapped his hand against the edge of my desk. “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Pour one more round, motherfucker. Then I’ve got to get.”
“Stay for a bit,” Terra said with a smile.
“After that panty remark?” He cocked an eyebrow. “I think you two need to be alone.”
For once in my life, I agreed with Cap wholeheartedly.
* * *
The glare from the headlights of Cap’s truck disappeared from view. I turned away from the office window and walked toward her. With each careful step, I tried to hide my excitement—both on my face and in my pants.
“No panties, huh?”
Seeming nervous, she twisted in her seat. “Did I say that?”
I stepped around the corner of the desk, pushed the heel of my palm against my stiff cock, and nodded. “I love you, and I’m not wearing any panties. That’s what you said.”
She met my gaze and stood up. “I don’t...uhhm...I don’t remember saying that.”
I moved closer. With my lips mere inches from hers and our eyes locked, I reached under her dress.
I raised my hand between her thighs and gently cupped her pussy in my palm. She was soaked, and it appeared she had been for some time.
She inhaled a choppy breath.
I curled my finger, pushing the tip between her soaking-wet folds.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped.
I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her firmly against me. As our lips met I pushed the entire length of my finger inside of her.
Passionately, we kissed while I worked my finger in and out of her wet and willing pussy.
I released her neck and swept the top of my desk clean with one motion of my hand. As the month’s debris came crashing down to the floor, I lowered her onto the uncluttered surface.
I pushed another finger deep inside.
Her eyes widened and she drew a sharp breath. “I missed you,” she said through clenched teeth.
My cock was about to burst through the fabric of my pants.
“Give it to me,” she begged.
Simply having Terra back in my life was enough to make me as rigid as a stone. Having her in my office half-naked and begging for my cock put me over the edge. My desire for her was well beyond what I was able to hide—or even attempt to conceal.
After tossing my jacket aside, I pushed my pants to midthigh and reached for my rigid cock. With my fingers still deep within her, I began to stroke myself with my free hand.
Flat on her back on the desk, she raised her head slightly. Her eyes immediately fell to my crotch. “Please.”
I slid my fingers free from her swollen mound and motioned toward the desk. “Bend over,” I said, my tone demanding.
She rolled onto her stomach, spread her stance wide, and reached for the hem of her dress. As soon as the material cleared her ass cheeks, I gripped her waist firmly and pushed myself into her fully.
“Oh...my...God.” She arched her back slightly. “I really missed you.”
Absorbed by the sight of my swollen shaft repeatedly disappearing into her wet pussy, I gazed down and watched in awe. Within a few seconds, I was fucking her forcefully, pounding my hips tight against the back of her ass with each stroke.
With my eyes still fixed between the cheeks of her butt, I pulled against her waist with each thrust of my cock. The distinct slapping sound of skin-on-skin echoed throughout the office.
“I’m...so...sorry,” she said, one word escaping her lips with each stroke. “Teach...me a...lesson.”