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“You’re such a filthy f**king girl.”
I yelped out in surprise as I felt his hand smack hard where his teeth had just been, and my only response was a moan of pleasure. I breathed in another sharp gasp as his hands clasped the delicate ribbons of my underwear and ripped it off.
“Expect another bill, a.s.s**le.”
He chuckled darkly and pressed up against me again, the cool wall against my br**sts sending shivers through my body and pulling forward the memory of the window that first time. I’d forgotten how good the contrast—cold versus warm, hard versus him—felt against me. “Worth every penny.” His hand slid around my waist and down my abdomen, slipping lower until his finger rested on my c.l.i.t. “You know, I think you wear those things just to tease me.”
Was he right? Was I delusional, thinking they were for me?
The pressure from his touch caused me to ache, his fingers pressing and releasing, leaving me wanting. Moving lower, he stopped right at my entrance. “You’re so wet. G.o.d, you must have been thinking about this all morning.”
“f.u.c.k you,” I groaned, gasping as his finger finally pushed inside, pressing me back into him.
“Say it. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.” A second finger joined the first, and the sensation caused me to cry out.
I shook my head, but my body betrayed me again. He sounded so needy; his words were teasing and controlling, but it felt like he was begging too. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts, but everything was just too much. The feel of his clothed body against my naked skin, the sound of his rough voice, and the feeling of his long fingers plunging in and out of me had me teetering on the edge. His other hand reached up, firmly pinching my nipple through the sheer fabric of my bra, and I moaned loudly. I was so close.
“Say it,” he grunted into my ear as his thumb rolled over my c.l.i.t. “I won’t have you angry with me all day.”
I gave in, finally, whispering, “I want you inside me.” He let out a low, strangled moan and his forehead rested on my shoulder as he began moving faster, plunging and circling. His hips ground against my a.s.s, his erection rubbing against me. “Oh, G.o.d,” I moaned, the coil tightening deep inside, my every thought focused on the pleasure begging to break free.
And then the rhythmic sounds of our panting and groans were suddenly interrupted by the shrill ringing of a phone.
We stilled as the realization of where we were crashed down on us. Mr. Ryan cursed as he moved away from me and took the elevator’s emergency receiver.
Turning, I grabbed my dress, slipped it over my shoulders, and began fastening it with shaking hands.
“Yes.” He sounded so calm, not even a little out of breath. Our eyes locked across the elevator. “I see . . . No, we’re fine . . .” He bent over slowly, removing my torn and discarded panties from the elevator floor. “No, it just stopped.” He listened to the person on the other end, while rubbing the silky fabric between his fingers. “That’s fine.” He finished, hanging up the phone.
The elevator jerked as it began ascending again. He looked down at the lace in his hand and then back to me. And then he smirked, stepping away from the wall and stalking toward me. Placing one hand next to my head, he leaned in, running his nose along my neck and whispering, “You smell as good as you feel.”
A small gasp escaped me.
“And these,” he said, motioning to my panties in his hand, “are mine.”
The elevator chimed as we stopped at our floor. The doors opened and without a single glance back in my direction, he slipped the delicate fabric into the pocket of his suit jacket and strode out.
Panic. The emotion gripping me as I all but sprinted to my office could only be described as pure panic. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Being alone with her in that tiny steel prison—her smell, her sounds, her skin—made my self-control evaporate. I was unraveling. This woman had a hold on me unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Finally in the relative safety of my office, I collapsed on the leather sofa. Leaning forward, I gripped my hair tightly, willing myself to calm and my erection to subside.
Things were going from bad to worse.
I’d known from the minute she reminded me of the morning’s meeting that there was no way in h.e.l.l I could form one coherent thought, let alone give an entire presentation in that f**king conference room. And forget sitting at that table. Walking in there to find her leaning up against the gla.s.s, deep in thought, was enough to make me hard again.
I’d made up some bulls.h.i.t story about the meeting being moved to a different floor, and of course she called me on it. Why did she always have to antagonize me? I made a point of reminding her of who was in charge. But as with every other argument we’d ever had, she threw it right back in my face.
I jumped slightly at a loud thud in the outside office. Followed by another one. And yet another. What the h.e.l.l was going on out there? I stood and made my way to the door, opening it to find Miss Mills slamming down her folders in different piles. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching her for a moment. The sight of her so angry was not diminishing the problem in my trousers in the slightest.
“Would you mind telling me what your problem is?”
She looked up at me as if I’d sprouted an extra head. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Not even a little.”
“Pardon me if I feel a touch edgy,” she hissed, grabbing a stack of folders and roughly shoving them into a drawer.
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