Chapter Fifteen

~Rafael~

I didn’t know what had possessed me to wait after work to see McKenna again. I knew it was a bad idea. I knew that I needed to keep my distance and let her fade from my mind. I knew that she would probably consider it overbearing and creepy to suddenly appear at her work.

I knew all that, and yet I did it anyways.

The whole week that she had been gone had been torture, with my mind whipping up about a million and one different fantasies each more explicit than the other. I just wanted to talk with her again, to have the calm that she exuded fill my churning thoughts.

How had I become so hooked on her? We had met less than a handful of times and yet she had taken over a little chunk of my brain and made herself cozy.

So, I had stayed. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. Maybe some solid rejection, or even just fear in her face so that I could forget about everything and go back to normal. I almost wondered if she wouldn’t show up at all. Her week-long vacation would be the perfect time to apply to jobs where she didn’t have a CEO that threatened her and then took her out to lunch with his son the next day.

But none of that had happened and instead of looking at me with revulsion, McKenna was kissing me.

I stood there, a bit in shock, as her mouth pressed desperately to mine. It was even softer than I had imagined and oh so warm. It took several seconds for my brain to catch up with reality, but when it did, I wrapped my arms around her and crushed her to me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had wanted her for so long, and had denied myself of her just as long, yet here she was, throwing herself at me like she wanted me.

Our mouths moved against each other, mine dominating hers as my tongue slid past her accommodating lips, tasting, plundering.

We stood there for several moments, her soft form pressed against mine, bringing all sorts of thoughts and fantasies to mind. But as much as I wanted to take her there and now, I needed to be responsible. This was my office, and she was on the clock. More importantly, I was in a position of power over her.

And then, in the very back of my mind, something whispered that she could also be trying to use this as an opportunity to blackmail me. It was a terrible though, full of distrust and darkness, but I couldn’t quite shake it. I had long since learned that people would do whatever they could to get a leg up in the world.

It took all of my strength to pull away and take a step to the side. McKenna almost fell over as I withdrew my support, her lips slightly parted and wet while her face was flushed pink.

God, her face looked even better than I had imagined, and I had imagined it plenty of times. I almost caved and grabbed her right then and there, but I forced myself to stand ramrod straight.

“Apologies,” I ground out, mentally telling my lower half to calm down. “That wasn’t appropriate.”

I couldn’t believe the words out of her mouth as she took a step towards me once more. “I don’t care,” she whispered, a shaking hand reaching out to me. “If you want me, I want you too, and I’m tired of trying to pretend I’m not.”

She shouldn’t have said that.

She really shouldn’t have said that.

But the words were out, and my body was reacting instantly. She wanted me. The man who had disrupted her life and probably nearly given her a heart attack. But she still wanted me.

And maybe this was a trap. Maybe she had predicted my arrival and had some sort of recording so she could use this all against me.

I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the woman I had been lusting after for nearly two weeks needed me and I wasn’t about to make her wait.

I closed the distance between us and gripped her again, picking her up slightly to rest her luscious backside on the closest desk. She laughed, a slightly manic, desperate sound, but it was music to my ears and I quickly reclaimed her lips again.

She was just as enthusiastic as I this time, less unsure in her actions as her hands roved my body. Her fingers traipsed along the shoulders of my suit, down the lapels, encircling my waist and applying pressure like she needed to make sure that I was real.

But I was real alright. And so was the pressing need that was pressing painfully against my pants. All of my body called for me to strip her immediately and take her hard, but she deserved more than that.

So much more.

Her hands grew bolder, and the next thing I knew, she was prying my suitcoat from my form. I broke our kiss just long enough for her to shuck it to the floor, and then my hands were on her again.

Her uniform, that I had once loved so much for the way it hugged her curves when she danced, now stood in my way. It was too thick, too baggy and preventing me from exploring her like I wanted to.

I took me several seconds to finally find the zipper at the front of her jumpsuit, hidden between her ample breasts. I gripped the head of it, and slowly zipped it down, revealing a skin tight white tank top underneath.

I almost lost my breath at that. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of the top, bolstered by the two sports bras that she was clearly wearing. Well, that was two sports bras too many; I would have to relieve her of both of them.

But I couldn’t just take her in the middle of the office. As much as my mind told me I could get away with it, I didn’t exactly want to leave bodily fluids over someone else’s paperwork or make more of a mess to clean.

There was only one thing to do, I supposed.

Gripping her backside, reveling in the way my fingers sank into the flesh there, I hoisted her upwards. She let out a surprised yelp and broke our kiss, her legs automatically coming up to wrap around my waist.

I could feel the warmth of her center between us and that just fueled me further. With long, long strides, I carried her right to my office and set her down on my own, sturdy desk, knocking things over as I did so.

Now here was where I could make a mess and not have it be noticeable by anybody else. And I wanted to ruin things. I wanted it to look like a hurricane ripped through the room, so it could at least mildly reflect the levels of lust and desire rushing through me.

But I needed to give her one last out. As badly as I wanted the radiant woman in front of me, I needed to make sure she wasn’t doing this out of fear or uncertainty. I was not her ex, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t call on the defense mechanisms she had no doubt created to survive him.

“Are you sure?” I whispered heatedly into her ear, my voice barely above a rasp. “If you don’t want this, I’ll call you a cab right now and never speak of this again.”

Her legs tightened around me and her soft, pale hands gripped the collar of my shirt. “No, please,” her voice was also low and full of desire, making my blood pump that much faster through me. “I need this. More than you know.”

That was all I needed to hear. Enthusiasm only made the want within me burn that much higher, and I went at her neck, kissing, licking and nipping at the skin there.

She tasted amazing, the faintest hint of pomegranate to her natural flavor that was driving me absolutely wild. I needed to get her stupid jumpsuit the rest of the way off of her, and my fingers went to her zipper once more.

But she seemed to have other ideas. She pushed against me slightly, just enough to get space between us so her hands could slither up and find my top button. With apparent urgency, she undid one right after the other until finally she was pulling the garment from my frame.

But that didn’t seem to satisfy her either. Her hands immediately went to my front again, her nails sliding over all of my skin there. It sent lightning down my spine as she traveled across my pectorals, down my abs, not letting a single striation escape her notice.

It was the sweetest type of torture, making my muscles tense harder and harder until I felt like my body might snap at any moment. It was only when I was sure that I could handle no more that I gripped her wrists and put them back down towards the desk.

She complied, still staring at me with those beautiful, wanton eyes. For all of the time that I had imagined something like this happening, none of them could compare to the actual event.

Unless I was dreaming? I supposed that was still a possibility, but if I was, I certainly wasn’t going to let myself wake up until I had done everything I had wanted to do.

I took a step away from her, gripping the open top of her jumpsuit as I did. Wiggling it down, I revealed her bit by bit until it sat at her hips in a bunch of fabric.

Raising one of her elegant eyebrows, she slowly leaned back until she was flat on her back, splayed across my desk like a damn masterpiece that had been painted by Michelangelo himself. She used her new position to raise her lower half just enough for me to tug her uniform past the widest part of her hips, and then I was sliding them down her deliciously thick legs.

When I finally fully freed her from it, I took another step back and admired my handiwork. She sat up slowly, her cheeks red and her hair mussed, looking like an absolute vision.

Suddenly I was right next to her again, my body bringing me to her of my own volition. She raised her arms to wrap around my shoulders and kiss me once more, but I caught her, giving her a devilish look.

“I think you’re still overdressed,” I growled, my hands just brushing past her chest, moving slowly to the straps of her tank top.

“You too,” she said, her fingers playing with the buckle of my belt.

I smirked at her, feeling a bit of a challenge rise in my mind. “Shall we race then?”

Just as I hoped, I saw the flash of rebellion in her eyes. “Sure, if you don’t mind losing.”

I fiddled with the strap of her tank top. She thought she had the upper hand because she had more clothing, but she far underestimated my skill. “We’ll see who loses to who.”

“Alright then, I’m game.”

Yes. Like an unspoken cue between us, we moved against each other, our hands insistently tugging, yanking and fighting against the barriers between us.

I couldn’t help but chuckle desire the sexual tension blazing so obviously between us. It had been ages since I had such fun and a partner who wanted to challenge me. I hadn’t even realized that it was something that I was craving, but now there was no denying that it was exactly what I wanted.

I reached behind her, fast as a snake, and managed to get her bra off with one hand. She jerked up in surprise as I pulled it from her, her hands falling from my buckle in her surprise, and the movement allowed me to grip her panties and rock them down her hips.

In less than a blink of an eye, she was completely revealed to me with all her glory. My breath was nearly stolen away at the sight of her, sitting there so resplendently, her red hair falling over her face and her skin flushing pink.

She quivered a bit, as if she was nervous, but I just gently massaged the thick flesh of her thighs and knelt between them. She had her knees clamped together tightly, so it did take a couple of moments for her to open them for me, but when she did, I gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the desk.

I glanced up at her, hoping my expression conveyed exactly what I was going to do for her, and making sure she was comfortable. Although her face was now crimson, she gave me a nod and a small smile.

Perfect.

Leaning closer, I gently danced a finger around her center, enjoying the shuddered that I was already able to pull out of her. If she was so responsive already, I couldn’t wait to see what happened once I really got going.

But first, I teased her. I stroked, I caressed, I gently meandered around and over her without ever actually touching any of the petals of the perfect flower in front of me. It was only when I saw the area flushing pink with need, and the quivering of her thighs almost became vibrations that I finally slipped a single finger-pad between her damp limbs.

The little hitch in her breath was pure sin and I wanted to wrap myself up in it. Listening to her reactions, I guided myself through my exploration of her, focusing on the parts that made her moan or gasp. She was good at communicating, and the sounds that she made were the sweetest symphony that I could have ever heard.

Finally, when I had her sweating and whining for me, I dipped forward and let my tongue lap at her folds.

She practically screamed, and her hand went to my hair, gripping me for dear life. Good. I would give her a reason to need to hold on.

I buried myself within her, licking and sucking, applying pressure at all the spots that she had seemed to like so much before. I took my time, truly getting to know her, only traveling to that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance that could really make her scream.

And scream she did. Her thighs clamped against the sides of my head and her nails bit into my scalp. But I let her ride out the pleasure as she came, treasuring every moment of it.

There were few things that made me feel manlier than having a woman come undone at my work. It was like the ultimate proof of masculinity, and made the need fighting to be free of my boxers that much more urgent.

I stood, pulling my boxers from my frame, and lined myself up with her entrance. She was still breathless from the orgasm I had given her, but I was already thinking of how I would shove her over the edge yet again.

I slid into her and a gasp fought its way out of my mouth. God, she was so hot and slick that I almost fell apart right then and there. Her walls clamped around me, velvety soft and yielding.

I stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust and giving myself time to get a hold of myself. But after a few minutes, she rolled her hips that she was ready for me to continue, and then I drove into her mercilessly.

Perhaps I had been out of the game for far too long, but my mind couldn’t think of the words to describe how good she felt around me. Every nerve in my body was screaming its exultation while I thrusted into her, and I could tell that I wasn’t going to last as long as I would like, no matter how hard I fought to keep on.

McKenna leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows and lifting her legs to rest over my shoulders. The new position allowed me to delve deeper into her, and made her breasts bounce hypnotically with every thrust.

Why did I resist this for so long? Obviously, my body had been craving what it needed and now it seemed so foolish to have denied it what it had been seeking. All my fears of who to trust and what a terrible idea this was faded to the back of my mind as I lost myself inside of her.

My copper-toned skin against her milky white, her moans against my outright groans, the rhythm of my hips giving and hers receiving, all of it was an ancient dance that I couldn’t get enough of.

I felt the last dredges of my reserves giving out, which wouldn’t do at all. I needed to hear her cry out her climax once more, right on my desk, before I could let our tryst end.

I reached between us, pressing a couple of fingers to that sensitive bundle of nerves. That seemed to do the trick because suddenly she was clamping down on me, her nails raking along my back like trophies I could carry with me for a couple of days.

“Oh God, Rafael!” The cry she let out sent a shock to my system, and then I was pouring into her as I finally allowed myself its end.

My breath was stolen from me and my entire body tensed as I rode out the throes of my end. It was near blinding, and I had to fight not to collapse against her. I was all ready to sink down to the ground and just feel her naked flesh against me as we both cooled down, but suddenly McKenna was pushing against me with urgency.

I took a step back, hissing as I slid out of her. My body missed her warmth instantly, but before I could ask her what was going on, she grabbed her clothes and dashed out, trying to put her jumpsuit back on as she went.

“McKenna!” I called out, stepping after her. But she was already disappearing into the elevator, nearly fully dressed with her tank top and underthings in her hand. I wanted to follow her, but I realized a naked CEO chasing after an upset looking, female employee was not a good thing to do.

But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what happened. We had been just fine, and then as soon as we finished, it was like some spell had broken. I had made sure multiple times that she was both willing and excited to move forward so… what the hell had gone wrong?

I didn’t know, and I couldn’t exactly ask her now, so I settled for putting away her things. I didn’t want her getting in trouble, and I figured her cart in the middle of the floor would do just that.

Honestly, I had no idea where it was supposed to go, but I figured that the closet that held the polisher and some other cleaning supplies was a good guess. Once that was done, a distinct sort of melancholy set in and I got dressed, wiping the evidence of our joining off of my desk.

Everything else could wait until morning. Looking over the papers scattered across the floor and my overturned lamp, I just shut and locked the door and headed home.

I tried to play the scene back to see if I had done anything wrong, but I was distracted as my mind replayed McKenna writhing under me, enjoying every moment of what I did to her.

I supposed the ball was in her court now. At least I had the memories, no matter what happened.

And what memories they were!