Delilah’s impromptu confession did nothing to sway my curiosity. In fact, it flamed the fire of her draw.

I just wanted to make it through the day, just one day, without thinking about her, but she was always fucking there, in my periphery. The smell of her perfume was a constant torture. If we weren’t office mates, working together and she was just some girl at the bar, I could fuck her, get her out of my system, and be done.

Instead, I was left ready to explode like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off at any moment. Anger and frustration mounted, and the sight of her made me furious.

I resented her, absolutely despised her for making me want her in the first place.

I didn’t want the need that churned inside me. I didn’t want the crawling hunger to fuck her like she was the last fucking woman on the planet. I didn’t want to crave her with her pretty vacant eyes and her plump, perfect all.

I didn’t want her.

Liar!

Shut up!

Arguing about it with myself wasn’t helping either, because the beast vibrated in his cage as wave after wave of agonizing desire rolled through him, leaking into me. I couldn’t get a grip, slowly losing my mind to the insanity within. All because I hungered for the taste of one woman.

It was all made infinitely worse because I woke up late and didn’t have time to get off before heading to work. Meaning it was a simple equation—me turned on plus Delilah in my vicinity equaled a fucking recipe for a catastrophic explosion if I didn’t watch myself.

Turned out it would have been better if I’d been ten minutes late.

Better for my sanity, which was slipping. Bad enough I had Delilah on my mind, but of course she was wearing the skirt that drove me wild. It was a black pencil skirt with a flirty hem that hugged her body perfectly.

It was not the day for a distraction, but all I could think about was catching her, pulling that fucking skirt up and plowing into her. My cock had been between semi and full hardness all day. I could barely concentrate on the case file in front of me, having stared at the same piece of paper for almost an hour. So unfocused that I told Jennifer we’d have an almost unattainable task done in two days.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Nathan!” Delilah snapped. “I would like to leave sometime this century.”

We’d been at each other’s throats all week, annoyances grating and compressing against the four walls that surrounded us. The building was long empty, even from the cleaning crew.

I narrowed my eyes on her. It wasn’t all my fault we were there so late. I wanted to go home as well.

“Well, I do believe this is your fucking fault for telling Jack we could have all of these contracts done by Friday morning!”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t a fucking problem until you told Jennifer we would have her contracts for the Sampson takeover ready by Thursday!” she snapped back.

Jennifer was the most annoying of my admirers, and the most aggressive. I didn’t know if it was her tits fucking staring at me or my cock twitching with each annoyed sigh that passed Delilah’s lips, but something distracted me from realizing just what I agreed to.

“If you had informed me of your agreement with Jack, we wouldn’t still be here,” I hissed, my lip twitching up toward a snarl.

She slammed her fingers on the keyboard in front of her. “If you read your fucking email, you would have known.”

Three “fucks” from her beautiful mouth and I was no longer half-cocked.

“You’re saying fuck a lot tonight, Delilah. Something on your mind?”

She turned to me, that fucking annoyed glare that only set the beast off more.

Tick.

Spank her. Bite her. Shove my cock down her throat. Fuck her.

Tick.

YES! Finally we can have her!

“Get your mind out of the fu—just get moving so we can leave, okay?”

I couldn’t stop my mouth from drawing up. First one side, then the other, my tongue slipping out to wet my lips. I watched her cheeks turn pink as she attempted to avoid me.

Each ticking second that passed, I felt the beast’s arousal roll through me. Hairs stood up on my arms, a ripple flowed down my spine, my hips shifting.

Sanity was gone. Control obliterated. All that remained was want. All movement and thought taken over by desire and a need that was on a cellular level.

“With all the times you’ve said ‘fuck’ tonight, I think I know what you really want. What you need, Lila.”

Me.

She shifted in her chair, her spine straightening, but the way her thighs rubbed together didn’t go unnoticed. “What is it that you think I need?”

“Cock.” No fucking pussyfooting around the issue. “You need a fucking hard cock in your tight little pussy.”

My fucking dick shoved all the way in, making you cream all over it.

A shudder rolled through me. All that kept me in place was the death grip I had on the chair. The last bit of reasonable thought I had left in me.

Her demeanor shifted between many things, probably wondering what game I was playing. No game, only a seemingly unquenchable hunger for her.

Her mouth popped open in the most perfect O. Lips that begged to have me rub the tip across them.

“You’re an expert on what my pussy needs?”

Fuck.

Fucking fuck. My dick was about to burst through my pants. My veins were overloaded with lust, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back.

“Yes, and it needs a cock to fuck it.”

“What makes you think this?” she asked. Her voice was slow, unsure, her posture shifting. I didn’t know if her head bowing was a conscious move or her body responding to the aura my own put off.

“I can tell.”

I could. She was responding to me, fucking calling me to her.

She straightened again in a willful attempt to break out of the powerful energy that consumed us.

“Well, fucking finish so I can go home and get off with my B.O.B. He might not be flesh and blood, but he gets the job done.”

I imagined her legs spread, one hand on her tit, the other slipping a vibrator across her clit. Her body jumping at the intense pleasure that jolts through her, before slipping the tip of the vibe between her pussy lips, filling her.

My brain short circuited, the vision of her playing with herself the final blow, leaving me defenseless to my own greed.

I was around my desk and pulling her from her chair, slamming her against the wall before I even comprehended it. I had her arms pinned above her head, ready to break her body like she’d broken my will.

MINE! Mine!

Her body arched into mine, a desperation flowing from her that fed into my own.

“Does that turn you on?” I asked in a whisper against her ear.

Shuddering breaths left her, a soft cry as she searched out my mouth. Her eyes were heavy, and I was certain they were close to matching my own.

“My, aren’t you a naughty girl, panting for it,” I taunted her. “Tell me, Delilah, are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”

An open-mouthed gasp, hips searching out the one thing that could help us both calm the madness within.

“Answer me.” I pulled her arms above her head with more force than I should have. “Are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”

I heard the words coming from my mouth, but could hardly believe them. They were always there, hiding, but my anger and hatred toward her brought them to life. She was responsible for my descent into a new level of hell. Her call, her scent, and her submission were all elements that set me off.

She sucked in another ragged breath, eyes completely glazed over. “Yes.”

Her acceptance gave complete control to the beast.

I had her body pinned as I leaned forward. Soft, supple lips yielded to me. She arched into me, a little moan that made my fingers flex harder into her skin.

Every cell ignited at the contact. If I’d felt desire before, then I had no idea what had a hold of me. I didn’t kiss her, I devoured her.

She had a wet, delicious mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. Lips, tongue, teeth—all instruments of my consumption.

I didn’t remember letting go of her hands, but shock shot through me as she tugged on my hair. A growl moved through me, vibrating from me into her as I gripped her waist.

Stop.

There’s no stopping now.

I have to stop before this goes any further.

We’re going to have her.

“Harder.”

All attempts to rein the beast back in was obliterated by her breathy request. With a flex of my arms, I lifted her from the ground, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist, pulling my cock right against her pussy.

The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever felt, and I wasn’t even inside her.

I grabbed onto her shirt and pulled, the need to see what seemed to be the only fucking pair of tits hidden from me fueling me. Buttons flew in every direction as they tore away from the fabric.

Once again, she surprised me by making a basic, white bra the sexiest piece of clothing I’d ever seen. I grabbed her tits, soft and supple in my hands, making my hips press into her in a slow, rocking motion. Her nipples were hard, and I moved the fabric away, revealing them and their blush color. A shocked gasp came from her as I pinched and twisted them.

“You have beautiful breasts. Fucking perfect, perky tits.”

And I needed them in my mouth. I loved the feel of her hardening nipples on my tongue, the stiff peaks as I flicked them. Her reactions, her high-pitched sighs and humming moans, spurred me to use my teeth. To bite and mark her skin. Little nips all over her chest as I pinched her nipples.

Her whole body shook, hips grinding down on my cock, rubbing her clit against me.

“Please, Nathan.”

I bit down on her shoulder as my finger dug into her hips. Fuck, I needed her to say that again.

“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”

I smiled at her and stopped all movement. The furrow of her brow and little growl of annoyance let me know she didn’t like me stopping, but I wasn’t moving until she said it.

“Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my pussy with it.”

“That was fucking sexy,” I said before ripping my own shirt open.

There were only a few pieces of fabric that separated us, and their barrier pissed me off. I wanted inside her, and as I wrapped my hand around her panties and pulled, I felt just how ready she was for me. The seconds it took to open my pants was too much, but the feel of her slick pussy against my shaft obliterated the annoyance to get there.

“Is this what you want?” I asked. I loved the desperation I saw in her eyes.

“Yes.”

I grabbed onto her hips and moved her above my cock. “Then fucking take it.”

It was like my cock knew exactly where to go. No fumbling, just straight fucking in. Her pussy sucked me in like it was starving. Hot and wet and fucking heaven.

So intense, it took me a second to recover before pulling out and shoving right back in so hard the wall rattled.

“So deep!” she cried out.

How right she was. Looking down, I watched the entire length of my cock stretch her pussy open and disappear inside her. My mind was clouded by the sheer level of pleasure, each thrust magnified by her high-pitched moans.

I continued to slam into her. My muscles burned, but nothing could stop me from fucking coming inside her. Relentless hunger slammed me forward, driving me deeper, driving me to the edge that would release my sanity.

She closed her eyes and turned away. It happened at the same time her pussy got tighter, and there was no fucking way I wasn’t going to get to see her come face.

I let go of her leg and grabbed onto her jaw, forcing her gaze back to me. “Open your eyes. Don’t you dare look away.” I needed to watch her as I made her come.

“Can’t…too much.”

Her little whimpers only made me harder. “You will. Even when I make you come and you’re screaming my name. Or I won’t let you.”

She tightened again, glassy eyes locked with mine as her whole body tensed, jaw going slack.

“Nathan,” she screamed as her whole body shook, her pussy contracting around me.

Yesssss!

It was hard not to close my own eyes as I continued to drive into her. She was so fucking tight around me, and I gave her no pause as I reveled in her warm, wet, fuck tight pussy.

“Good girl. Fuck, that was so fucking hot. You feel so good when you come around my cock.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, my hips driven by the need to fill her with my come. The need to devour her had me nipping down her jaw and neck, the need to mark her had me sinking my teeth into her neck hard and deep.

High pitched squeaks echoed in my mind, my balls drawing higher as she became wetter.

“So fucking good,” I whispered against her skin. My mind was blank as everything in my body tensed, rocking the final strokes as a harsh mixture of pain and pleasure shot through me. I slammed into her, my cock jerking against her walls as the head of my cock jammed against her cervix.

Mine!

I felt her walls pulse around me as the twitching of my cock slowed to a stop. The high began to wear off, and my mind cleared. My mouth was latched onto her shoulder, teeth clamped onto her skin. I released her as my chest expanded in deep, labored breaths.

All strength left me, but I kept hold of her as we slid down to the ground. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers. With each intake of air, my mind cleared, wiping away the haze. My body was wiped, drained of all the turbulent energy. After a minute I reached between us to pull out. Wet droplets, a mix of our come, brushed against my fingers and fell to the floor beneath us.

Fuck.

I focused my eyes on hers, and dread began to seep in.

Fucking fuck. “Shit.”

She looked like a fucking rag doll. Her hair was everywhere, clothes torn, body limp, and the look was completed with empty eyes.

A pressing need to get away from her sparked a wave of energy, and I stood. I frantically shoved my dick back in my pants and belted them back up.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

What the fuck did I do? What the fucking fuck did I do?

What we needed to do. We filled her.

“Shit.”

I pulled my suit jacket from the coat rack and pulled it on as I paced the small room.

I fucked everything up.

We made everything right.

No! This wasn’t supposed to happen!

I stared down at her, chest heaving, full of anger and disbelief. She made me lose all control, all ability to contain the beast and my desires.

This is all her fucking fault.

Everything was as it needed to be, and she came along and fucked it all up.

The need for an outlet took hold, and I grabbed the coffee cup sitting on the edge of her desk and hurled it toward the wall with all my strength. It shattered into many pieces.

“Fuck!” I yelled before rushing to the door and flinging it open.

I had to get away. I had to leave.

What have I done?