Chapter 8
Lucas
I stared across the room at Sophia. She stood in the doorway, her auburn hair still rumpled from our earlier, heated encounter in the elevator. It was going on midnight. I often worked late, that was nothing new. I rarely worked late at the office however. Yet, everything I was doing tonight was driven toward being close to her. I had two lamps on in my office, one on the drafting table and one in the corner by the door. She stood in the doorway, soft light falling across her, her gorgeous auburn hair glinting with gold.
“Did you need something?” she asked.
Oh right. I’d just told her not to leave. The air between us felt electric despite the fact she was all the way across the room. It was as if a live wire connected us.
“Come here,” I said, the words slipping unbidden from my lips.
My brain went offline when she was around, my body steering the boat through choppy waters of nothing but raw burning need rolling through me. She stared at me and, for a beat, I wondered if she was going to tell me no and turn away. Then, she took a step. Relief scored through me, followed by another bolt of lust. Our little encounter in the elevator had done nothing for my sanity. I'd managed to talk my cock down, but it had been at half-mast since then. Even while I was working and trying to focus for the last two hours, I'd known she was right down the hallway with only a wall or two between us.
I watched as she walked across the room. She moved without artifice. Her sensuality was entirely innate. There was nothing manufactured about it. Perhaps that was what was so refreshing about her. Once you became wealthy, you found yourself surrounded by sycophants—so many people who wanted something from you, women trying to seduce you sexually, and others trying to seduce you monetarily. The superficial became old quickly.
Sophia had none of those qualities, and I savored that about her. I felt on fire inside and out, my need for her beating inside me like a drum. My heart knocked hard and fast against my ribs. I forced myself to wait, gripping the edge of the table. She walked straight to me and then stopped, perhaps six inches away. Her eyes met mine, darkening as we stared at each other.
I uncurled my hands and reached for her, sliding one hand into her hair and the other over the sweet curve of her ass. Her eyes flashed, her tongue darted out to lick her lips. I was so hard, it’s a fucking miracle I didn't come right there. Control had never been a problem for me, but with her it was.
“I want you,” I said.
Her breath hitched. I could see the wild flutter of her pulse in her neck. She nodded, almost imperceptibly.
“This is crazy,” she said, her words coming out husky and sending a shot of blood straight to my groin.
I didn't know how it was physically possible, but my cock got even harder.
“Maybe so I replied, but I don't care. I need you. Now.”
Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted on a breath. We stood there, staring at each other. I wanted to kiss her, but I needed to see her face. I slid my hand down over her bottom, hooking my fingers along the hem of her skirt and yanking it up quickly. Only then did I discover she wore a thong. In the rush of our encounter in the elevator, I’d missed that detail, so focused was I on sinking my fingers inside of her. Her skin was like silk. I cupped her ass in my palm, before dragging my fingers over the delectable curves, squeezing into her skin and arching my hips into the apex of her thighs.
A little gasp escaped her mouth, and I loved the sound. I slid my fingers between her thighs, dragging them across the wet silk. I watched her eyes widen. I teased her over the silk for a moment or two, barely in control. Then, I untangled my other hand from her hair and yanked her panties down over her hips. Nudging her back slightly and straightening, I glanced down to see the navy silk of her panties perfectly matched with her fitted skirt. They pooled around her ankles and those sinfully sexy kitten heels she wore. I wanted them to stay right where they were.
I shifted and moved behind her. “Put your hands on the table,” I ordered.
I half expected her not to do as I asked, but she didn't hesitate. I was behind her inside of a second, savoring the sweet arch of her spine and that gorgeous, full ass on display for me. I could see the glimpse of pink between her thighs, and my cock hardened at nothing more than that little tease. I knelt down behind her. Sliding my hands up her thighs, carefully easing her legs apart, I groaned at the sight of her pussy. It was pink and glistening from her juices. I ran my hand over the bulge of my cock through my jeans.
“You are so wet,” I murmured. “Have you been like this all night?”
A little laugh fell from her lips. “Yes,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks pink.
I dragged my fingers through her folds and then sank one inside of her core, savoring her moan. Her head fell forward, and her hips arched back into me. I dipped my head because I needed to taste her. Flattening my tongue, I dragged it from her clit to the base of her pussy and then back again, adding another finger to join the first. I settled in to taste every inch of her.
She tasted sweet and tangy, her musky scent like a drug. Her hips rolled into my fingers as I fucked her with them. Just when I thought she might topple over the edge, I drew back. It was an act of will and discipline that I wasn't quite certain I had. I tore my jeans open and freed my cock. Ever prepared, I yanked my wallet out of my back pocket and had a condom on in no time.
Her breath hitched sharply when I drew away. I paused looking down at her—the cheeks of her bottom were spread, her pussy was drenched and stretched open from my fingers. I held the head of my cock at her entrance and slid it back-and-forth, soaking it in her desire. I needed to know something.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Oh God, no. Don't you dare stop now.”
I chuckled, a roll of satisfaction coursing through me. I loved knowing she was as helpless in the face of this as I was. I held still for beat, my cock gripped in my fist, and then sank inside, straight to the hilt. She cried out. Her channel was tight, throbbing around my cock. I almost came right then, and I knew she was on the edge too. But I needed this to last a little longer, to wring just a little more of the madness out of my system. I forced myself to hold still, shackling the pounding need driving me. As I felt her core relax around me, I began to move, gripping her hips with my hands, my fingers digging into the soft skin. I meant to take it slow, to have a controlled buildup, but I couldn't.
I was rough, pounding into her so hard, her thighs bumped into the table. Again and again, she took me inside, arching her hips back to meet me. She rode my cock like she’d been born to it. Before I knew it, my release was upon me. I reached around, dragging my fingers over her clit and pressing with my thumb until I felt her begin to quake around me. She cried out, my name a husky shout. Heat twisted at my balls and at the base of my spine before my release thundered through me. My knees almost gave out. I slapped a hand on the table to catch my balance.
I stayed there, buried deep inside of her, my breath heaving in unison with hers. As sanity began to filter into my brain, it occurred to me I didn't want to move away from her. In fact, all I wanted to do was spin her around and start all over. This time I wanted to see her face when she came with me buried inside.
It was a foregone conclusion. I'd lost my fucking mind.