Chapter 12

Demi

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing already speeding up as my body remembered what he was capable of doing to it. Electricity sparked and crackled between us, and our eyes locked as Barrett leaned down and crashed his lips to mine.

He kissed me, hard and hungry. Right in his office. In the middle of the day. The door was closed, but it wasn’t locked. Although I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, the possibility of discovery thrilled me and made me even hotter somehow.

Ripping at his tie, I yanked it off and tossed it aside. Our tongues darted and danced, our teeth biting and nipping as we ravaged each other. I jerked the hem of his button-up shirt, tugging it from his slacks. Then I started to descend, easing my fingers under the waistband of his pants.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he groaned against my lips. One of his hands weaved into my hair, pulling me even closer to him and snapping my head back.

Barrett leaned down to nibble along my throat, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh as he moved me backward until the soft material of the couch in the corner of his office hit the back of my legs.

“Sit down,” he commanded. His voice was husky and thick.

I looked at him and then shivered as he kneeled down in front of me, his hands settling on my thighs. They moved upward, sliding my skirt higher as they climbed. Finally, at my hips, he paused.

“Are you particularly fond of these?” he asked, fingering the outline of my lacy panties.

I shook my head. Nothing mattered but getting his hands on me.

“Good,” he told me, a storm raging in his hooded eyes. He ripped the front of the lace wide open, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

A small laugh escaped me at the unexpected move, but it died in my throat when he leaned forward, pressed his hands to the insides of my thighs, and groaned as his hot mouth clamped over the smooth skin of my pussy. His tongue darted out, licking between my folds and brushing over my clit.

My fingers flew to his head, holding him to me, anchoring myself to him as I weaved them between the strands of his silky hair. I eased my legs apart, giving him full access, something he quickly took advantage of by moving deeper, until finally he found my center.

He plunged and devoured with a torrential force that had me trembling and struggling to hold back the moans I knew I couldn’t release in the office. He consumed me until my skin was so hot, it was like lava was running through my veins. My pulse beat with desire throughout my entire body.

I rocked into his mouth. My hips rolled with a wildness that mirrored my erratic breathing. When he slid his tongue inside of me, I dug my fingernails into his scalp as I tried to hold back a scream of pleasure.

He returned his mouth to my clit, sliding a finger inside my tight walls. My teeth bit into my bottom lip, and a low moan spilled out, despite my best efforts to stay quiet. It felt too good. I squeezed my eyes shut as shudders wracked through me. I came so hard and so fast that white lights exploded behind my eyelids.

He licked me through my orgasm, massaging the sensitive flesh of my thighs as he waited for me to come back down to earth. I opened my eyes, finding him looking at me, wild and desperate.

We stared at each other, momentarily frozen in time and place. He trembled beneath my hands, and I removed my fingers from his hair.

“I want you inside me,” I told him softly.

“Thank god,” he said, scooping me up from the couch as if I weighed nothing and carrying me to his desk. I grabbed at the buttons of his shirt, sliding each one through its hole. My bare ass hit the edge of his wooden desk, and he stood between my legs, watching my hands move down his hard body.

I was aching with desire for him again by the time I slid his shirt from his torso and let it fall to the floor. I pulled him toward me, until his body molded against mine.

The solid length of his dick pressed against my stomach, and I reached down to stroke it through his slacks. Then I eased my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. He didn’t stop me this time.

His cock sprang forward, hard and seeking. I reached down to caress the smooth length of him. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I stroked upward, letting my fingertips rub around the ridge and pulling on the head, then sliding back down. Our mouths continued to ravish each other as I stroked him, until his hips were rocking against me, and a groan erupted from his chest.

I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me. My skirt was already bunched around my waist, and my top was hiked up. Barrett groped at its hem and broke our kiss just long enough to allow the material to pass between us before bringing our mouths back together. I lay back on the desk, pulling him down with me. With desperate roughness, he positioned himself between my legs. I felt his thick head probe at my entrance. His cock was blazing hot and thick with need.

Propped up on his elbows, Barrett kissed me deeply as he thrust home. Hard. Fast. We moved together, savage and merciless, each of us seeking out the volcanic end, bucking and rocking against one another. My nipples turned into stone pebbles as they rubbed against the hair on his chest through the soft lace of my bra.

The smell of him was intoxicating. I whimpered. He pushed up with his arms above me, and I felt him drive deeper inside as we continued to move together, my hips rising to meet his with each thrust. I reached up and braced my hands on his chest, feeling the hammering of his heart under my palms. It matched the galloping tempo of my pulse.

One of his hands traveled expertly down my body until he reached my clit and began to massage it with the pad of his thumb. I gasped as my race to orgasm intensified, becoming mindless in my quest to spill over the edge of sanity.

Hard and urgent, our bodies slammed together, the slap of our flesh shattering the silence in his office.

His cock became steel inside me. He felt like every dirty fantasy and dream I’d ever had, come to life. My nerves coiled tightly as I climbed higher, exploding outward as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. Above me, Barrett shuddered and tensed, letting out a low growl as we rode a shooting star together and fell back to earth with it.

We stilled slowly. Savoring the feeling of satisfaction that seeped through my bloodstream, I sighed contentedly. Barrett’s ragged breathing evened out and he shifted above me, grinning wickedly as he stepped away. “We should have misunderstandings to make up for more often.”

I nodded, surprised to find once again that I didn’t feel a shred of self-consciousness being naked with him. I had waited for it to come the other night, the desperate need to cover myself, but it simply never did. It still didn’t.

“Or we could just skip that part and get right to the sex,” I said.

Barrett lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. “I can get behind that plan.”

Our clothes were scattered all over his office, wherever they’d been flung in our haste. After pulling up his slacks, Barrett bent down and handed me my shirt. All too soon, his glorious body was hidden from my view, covered by the corporate armor that was his thousand-dollar, or probably more, suit.

Smoothing my skirt, I hopped from his monstrous desk and flushed when my gaze fell to my shredded panties. Barrett’s eyes followed mine, grinning devilishly as he walked over to them, swept them up, and stuffed them in his back pocket.

“What are you doing?” I sputtered.

“Collecting my souvenir of the best ruined shoot ever,” he told me, eyes sparkling as he crossed back to me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

We jumped apart when a brisk knock sounded at the door.

“You ready for the meeting, Hart?” Adam asked as the door flew open, and he stepped over the threshold of Barrett’s office, looking surprised to find me there. “Demi, nice to see you again.”

“You, too,” I said, trying my very best not to blush.

Barrett’s hair was sticking up in all directions from my tugging at it earlier, and I was pretty sure I looked like the just-fucked, orgasm-high woman that I was.

If Adam picked up on it, he didn’t say anything about it. “You look beautiful, as always. Have you thought some more about that drink?”

Barrett glared at him, smoothing his hair absently. “Aren’t we late for a meeting?”

“That we are,” Adam said. “That’s why I came to get you.” Adam tapped the spine of the folder he was holding in one hand to the palm of the other. “See you around, Demi.”

Barrett waited for Adam to leave before planting a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. “See you later, beautiful.”