I can feel the anger rolling off of him, but I know it’s not aimed at me. He’s pissed that he missed this, I bet, or he’s pissed that whoever set this whole thing up did so with such a huge error. If this is the evidence that he’s stealing and doesn’t match the dates, I bet that throws a wrench in his whole operation.

Feeling satisfied the situation is figured out, I get up and wander out of the office back into the great room. He’s hot on my heels and I turn. His hands capture my hips like he’s scared I’m going to fall.

His dark eyes lock on mine and I notice the hard line of his lips. And I feel bad for him. He’s up shit creek without a paddle. Hell, without a boat, for that matter. My arms slide around his shoulders and I revel in the sheer steel of him. He’s such a powerful man in every sense of the word.

“Kiss me,” I whisper and he does.

His lips are warm on mine, demanding. His hands stray to my ass and he grips me tight and pulls me hard to his body. I’m left off balance on my tiptoes and he’s got me suspended helplessly. The sexy sensation is enough to take my breath away. And I feel his hardness pressing into my belly. Every part of me wants to rub on him.

He backs me up and I feel the back of the couch pressing to my ass as his lips leave mine on a growl. Letting out a little whine that he let me go, I feel him spin me around. With my hips pressed into the couch, I feel him push me harder and, off balance, I have to lean forward and put my hands on the seat.

The position is a rather undignified yoga pose with my ass in the air and my shoulders lower than my hips. It’s so very vulnerable I can’t quite bring myself to fight him. Not that I want to. I’m curious where this is going to go.

He backs off a bit, his heat leaving my body and eliciting another wrung- out whine from my lips. Suddenly, my leggings are pulled down and he gives a satisfied growl as he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His fingers find my button and he begins to massage it in a way that makes my hips buck. I feel him slide a finger deep within me and I gasp, staring at the gray couch, wondering if this demanding bastard is the real Gavin Rossi and I’ve just been lucky enough to see a softer side of him.

Then, his finger finds a magical spot within me and begins to rub is so hard I see stars. I can’t breathe around the pleasure. My heart pounds in my ears, my lungs compress and I feel my arms begin to shake as they continue to support my weight.

“So very responsive,” he murmurs, more to himself, I think, than to me. “So sweet and perfect.” His fingers leave and I whimper, wanting the intense sensations back. But he has other plans. I feel the heat of his cock as he slips it between my legs.

Tilting my hips so he can slide home, I wait, but he doesn’t fuck me.

Instead, he unrolls a condom on to his cock and slides it sexily between the folds of my pussy and I gasp in shock at how hot he feels. How sexy it is. When he shifts, suddenly, his cock is putting pressure on my clit in a way that makes my body tighten up.

His hips shift and he slides between my legs like this, my moisture coating and lubricating him as he tortures me. “Good girl,” he whispers, and I whine at him, unable to formulate a coherent thought.

It’s like he’s found the button that reduces me to a quivering mass of desperation. It’s fucking insane and sexy. My hips buck back, begging him for more, more pressure, more speed, more sensations to drive me over the edge into oblivion.

“So eager,” he murmurs.

“Please,” I manage to get out.

“Please what?” he asks, his hands splaying on my ass. He grips me tight, his fingers so rough I imagine he’s leaving red marks if not bruises. It’s fucking amazing.

Instead of answering, I tilt my hips back. It’s the only thing I can think of to tell him I want him to fuck me. Because there’s no way in hell I can get any more words past my throat.

Suddenly, his thumb is pressing to my bottom and I let out a sharp whimper at the burst of sensations. All good sensations. His finger pushes into my pink star and my whole body goes insane. The tingling in my core becomes a hum of pure excited pleasure and my hips begin to buck harder, begging for more, for everything, for him to fucking take pity and finish me already.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you dirty girl?” He growls, his tone approving.

“Yes!” The word is more of a pant of breath leaving me, but it’s an answer he seems to understand as he begins to tease me with an in and out motion that sends my heart into overdrive and my body into a tailspin that can only end in orgasm.

The pleasure of his finger violating me coupled with the feeling of my clit sliding back and forth on his hard cock are almost more than I can take. I need this. I need to come. I need to fucking…

His finger plunges deep and his pace picks up. A short cry leaves me as a bit of pain comes with an incredible burst of pleasure. His finger has settled into in and out motions that match his hips and it’s almost more than I can take.

My belly coils up tight and I feel the promise there, just out of reach. I want this, want to just explode here, in this incredibly vulnerable position.

“Cum for me,” he urges and it’s like that’s all my body needed.

The tightness within me explodes into pulsing pleasure that ripples through every inch of my being. Little moans break free from my lips as my hips buck erratically.

“Good girl,” he says, his finger leaving me as his cock changes angles. Suddenly, he’s inside me and I see stars. The ripples of my pussy begin to slow and I feel a tiny flash of pain in my legs, back, and shoulders.

I must have made a noise or something, because he pulls out in a flash and helps me rise. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, his face serious.

I nod and he scoops me up into his arms.