“I’ll help,” Dorian says after I assure Carmen half a dozen times that we’ll be fine for an hour without her.
I look at him with a questioning brow. “Um, you? Have you ever done retail? Or even worked a regular job? Ever?”
A wide, animated grin spreads across his gorgeous face. “Nope. But I think I could handle it. I’m a very hard worker,” he breathes seductively. Mmmm, very hard, indeed.
I am painfully aware of Amy’s eyes on us, puzzled by our casual exchange. She doesn’t know about our relationship and I intend to keep it that way.
“Ok, Mr. Skotos. Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”
I try to put some distance between us, diverting my attention to a new display of edgy, skull-adorned baubles from a local designer. I know he’s probably scowling at my back right now, but he doesn’t get a chance to stew for too long before he is bum-rushed with a barrage of hopeless female consumers who buy any and everything he touches.
Once Carmen has returned and sales have slowed a bit, Dorian requests to speak to me in private about some paperwork. As soon as we enter the office, he locks the door.
“So what the hell was that about?” he questions, leaning casually against the door.
“Dorian, please don’t tell me you’re seriously upset. I don’t want people to think that I got this job just because we’re fucking. That’s tacky.”
Dorian’s face suddenly twists up in a violent sneer, his eyes darkening into a menacing glower, yet his eyes are bright and raging. Oh shit. I’ve offended him.
“Fucking?” he hisses. “I tell you that I would lay down my life for you and that translates as just fucking?” His body slowly lurches towards me in an inhuman way, as if he has no bones or joints to constrict his twisted movements.
Shit. I really have a way with words. “I didn’t mean it like that! I know what we have, but it will be perceived as just me screwing my way up the ladder.” Tentatively, I reach my hand towards him, letting my fingertips stroke the base of his jaw. I’m not afraid of the monster inside of him anymore. I know it’s a part of who he is and I’ll never be able to change that. Not to mention that my own inner demon could be substantially more venomous. “I hate it as much as you do. I’ve wanted to touch you all day.”
Dorian cages the vicious beast, letting the charming, alluring man I know and love resurface. “You have no idea how hard it has been to keep my hands off you.” He bites his bottom lip, nestling into my touch before pulling me towards him by the small of my back. “I don’t like you hiding what you are to me. I don’t give a damn what people think.”
“But I do,” I say against his hard chest. “I want to be taken seriously. I want to earn their respect.”
“Hmmm. Noble. Yet not good enough for me. I want them to know. And because you’ve made me so angry, I can only think of one way for you to pay for your misdeeds.”
My head snaps up to meet his smoldering gaze and I register exactly what he means. Before I know it, I am bent over the desk and my dress is raised over my ass.
“Hey! Dorian, what the hell are you doing?” I whisper fiercely.
“I’m going to fuck you, little girl,” he grits, kneading my backside. “Since that’s what you think we’ve been doing all this time.”
“I didn’t mean it like that! Oh God, Dorian, they’ll hear us!” Even with the store’s stereo system blaring, there’s no way we could be discreet, considering how spirited we both can be. Sex with Dorian is always so dynamic. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I hear the familiar sounds of his belt and zipper, and heat instantly pools and pulses between my legs. Dammit! His lips are on my ear, nibbling gently, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine.
“That’s the point. I want them all to know just how good I make you feel. Just how much your body craves this.” He nudges his hardness against my ass. “Just how hard you come when I live inside you.”
Holy shit! As if my body could betray me any further, I am suddenly dripping wet, panting feverishly as I steady myself against the desk. I feel the hard thickness of him slap the top of my lace-clad ass as he slides his slacks down to his ankles. He quickly relinquishes me of my panties and I hurriedly step out of them.
“Please,” I beg in a breathy voice. “I don’t think I can be quiet. I want you too bad.”
Dorian strokes the searing fire between my legs and I unsuccessfully muffle a moan. “Good. I want to hear you. I want you to scream my fucking name,” he says between gritted teeth. “You need to remember who I am. Remember who owns this.”