CHAPTER EIGHT
Can a kiss make everything right again? I'm not so sure. All I do know is that Xan has somehow managed to suck me back in.
Being with him like this, I feel less alone. Less like he's my boss. More like we're something else.
He pulls me to his desk and clears it with a swipe of his hand. I can't help but smirk as I break free from the kiss breathlessly, thinking about how everything on his desk takes a beating when he's horny. It must be nice to have so much money that you don't care about breaking things. Or maybe it's not such a good thing. Because the entire time I've been here, I've worried that he hasn't cared that he's broken me. Right now he's showing me that's not the case, but should I actually believe him.
His mouth is hard against mine. Our lips barely part as he lifts me onto the desk, his hands clawing under my skirt to get to my panties and pull them down. I don't help him. I want him to work for it.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “Don't you have a meeting to go to? I saw your driver waiting outside.”
“This is more important,” he whispers against my cheek before kissing a path to my neck.
Is it? I wonder. Am I more important to him? Is he just doing this because he knows it will keep me here? When his teeth sink into the flesh at the base of my neck, I stop caring. I wince from the pain, knowing that he's marking me his. There's a strange satisfaction in that.
By the time I have his shirt unbuttoned, he's already pulled his cock out. It's hard with desire, and my cunt clenches from the sight of it only moments before he lifts my skirt to force his way inside.
I gasp his name when he enters me. It's been so long that he has to break through a ring of pain before pleasure consumes me. The stretching sensation is phenomenal—the way he fills every part of me. Not just my cunt, but my heart. When we're coupled like this, I feel such affection for him.
He takes my face in his hands, his lips touching mine tenderly. I don't want tender right now, though. I curl my fingers into his hair, pulling him down to me. I clip his bottom lip between my teeth, feeling carnal need take over, and he groans as he begins to thrust.
His hands find my ass, drawing me to him. He's so strong that he's practically lifting me onto his dick. I wrap my arms around him, thinking about the neck bite he gave me earlier. For the first time ever, it feels like we're on equal footing, like I have permission to do whatever I want because he's asking me to forgive him with his body. I decide to take advantage of it, sliding my hands beneath his shirt and clawing my nails down his back until I feel skin bunch beneath them.
Xan tosses his head back and curses. The feeling of his cock slamming into me is absolutely delicious. I work quickly to remove a hand from his shirt and slide it behind his neck, leveraging my grip on him to lick up his Adam's apple. The way I have to angle my body to reach him makes him feel even deeper inside of me. My pussy sucks at him, tightening to no avail.
“Wicked woman” He looks at me like he could tear me apart, pausing to pull his tie from around his neck.
He grabs my hands and holds them in front of me while he loops the tie around my wrists until their bound. Then he pushes me down onto my back and takes hold of my thighs to continue pumping into me. I close my eyes, so pleased with myself that I'd be all grins if my mouth weren't busy whimpering and moaning.
The desk scratches against the wood floor beneath us. I can see his computer monitor shaking lightly with each buck of his hips. His hand reaches between my legs to play with my clit. A few deft flicks across the tiny bundle of nerves makes me see stars. My toes curl inside my shoes, making me wish my feet were bare. None of this was ever part of my plan, though. I had no idea that I was going to come into Xander Sanderlin's office to quit my job and would end up on my back on his desk. I still have no idea what any of this means.
“Fuck, I've missed this,” Xan breathes, pumping into me a few more times before his breath hitches and I feel his cock pulse and spurt into me. It feels like another punishment. Is he coming inside of me this time because I tried to quit? Alarm fills me, but I don't push him away. The truth is that I like it when he comes inside of me. It makes me think that he might want a family with me, even though that's illogical.
If I were a smart girl, I'd be in self-preservation mode. But Xan makes me stupid. There's no doubt about that.
He pulls out of me and turns away, placing his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. When I look up at him, guilt assaults me as I see several light lines of red down the back of his shirt. I made him bleed. I knew I had clawed him, but I hadn't realized how hard at the time. As hard as you could. You did it as hard as you could because you wanted to make sure that any woman he's with after you will know that you were there first.
I don't feel half as bad about it as I should.
“Sorry about your shirt,” I mutter as I struggle to sit up and pull down my skirt. Both are difficult with my hands bound.
“What about my shirt?” He turns back to me to free my wrists.
“You're...bleeding.” Please don't get pissed.
“You did claw me pretty hard.” His eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second, but there's no disapproval in his expression.
“You're not mad are you?” I cower slightly.
“No.” He laughs. “I'm not mad.”
“Good.”
“I never would have imagined you'd be full of so much passion. To be honest, Christiana, you never cease to amaze me.” He brushes my cheek with the back of his knuckles, his eyes and voice full of affection, making me swoon. I hate how easily he's able to cast his spell on me.
“This wasn't supposed to happen.” I avert my gaze, suddenly feeling ashamed that I gave into him so easily.
“I'm glad it did.” He rests his forehead against mine, drawing me back to him.
“Me, too.” My treacherous mouth betrays me. “So what happens now?”
“Now I go get changed and head to my meeting. And you take the rest of the day and tomorrow off. Go spend time with your mother. Send her my regards. But promise you'll come back to me.” There's far more desperation in that last sentence than I ever could have imagined. It's like he's afraid that if he lets me go, I'll disappear.
“Thank you, Xan.” I stroke his hair, just wanting to feel close to him for a while longer because I know this tender moment between us is fleeting.
As if reading my mind, he pulls away, turning from me to exit the room. I'm left alone and dazed. Nothing that just happened makes any sense. He should have fired me; I haven't been a great assistant to him by any means. Why didn't he? The only thing I can come up with is that maybe he really does care for me. Maybe he's not the monster I've made him out to be.