This woman got me every fucking time. There was something about the glint of challenge in her eyes that made me hard as granite. Something about the way she pushed back instead of rolling over that had me wanting to devour her. All week, she’d pretended to be put out by my plans, to be inconvenienced when she’d enjoyed a five-star dinner and a thousand-dollar bottle of wine with me. But that fire had never reached her eyes—if it had, I would’ve quit.
Instead, she’d waved a red flag in front of a bull, playing games, same as I’d done to her. Since I’d confronted her, she’d kept her hair loose instead of pulling it back in her signature ponytail—which, of course, had only reminded me of when I’d had the locks spread out on my pillow. And then on Tuesday—and every day thereafter—she’d worn flaming red lipstick. The exact color she’d left in a ring around my cock Saturday night. She’d put a little more sway into her hips when she’d walked, and she’d even begun to anticipate our dinner plans, her office light still burning well after she’d normally have left for the day.
But Sloane would never dream of entering a relationship—sexual or otherwise—with her boss, because she was the kind of woman who lived by the rules.
Fortunately, I was the kind of man who broke them.
“Open my pants and take out my cock.”
“Maybe I’m not in the mood to take orders from you. Besides, I’d rather ride your face again.”
“The next time you come, it’s going to be on my cock.” I stepped into her, letting her feel the hard ridge of my erection against her stomach. Letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her. “And we both know you’re desperate to come again, so there’s no need to be coy. You’ve got a greedy little pussy, don’t you?”
Truth be told, I was the one who was desperate to come, but I’d hold out. If I had to jack it in the shower to thoughts of her coming all over my fingers, I would. But I would not be the one opening my pants tonight. I needed that from her…needed her to show me she wanted this as badly as I did, needed her acquiescence. She might not like that she wanted this thing between us, but I was tired of her denying it.
“Fine.” She slid her fingers into the waistband of my suit pants and jerked me closer before unfastening my belt and pants. “If you want my hands, you can have them.”
I wanted to spout off some smartass remark about her finally seeing it my way, but her hand wrapped around my cock stole every word. All I could do was groan into her neck, my hips thrusting forward of their own accord. “Hasn’t even been a week, and I’ve missed your hands on me.”
“If you think my hands feel good, wait until you slide inside me. I’ve been wet for you for days.”
Before she could make me come in her hand like a goddamn teenager, I pulled out of her grip and spun her to the side, caging her against the window. She rested her hands on either side of her head on the glass, her face turned to the side and looking back at me. Lips swollen, ass upturned, and glistening pussy peeking out from between her spread legs, she was a fucking wet dream come to life.
“How’d I go six months?” The question was more to me than her, whispered under my breath as I sheathed my cock with a condom and once again pressed against her back. After this week of abstaining, it was a goddamn miracle I’d been able to do it the first six months of her employment with me. I had absolutely no desire to go back to that. Not after I’d had her.
I slid the tip of my cock through her slit, spreading her wetness, rubbing circles around her clit. Shuddering, she lifted her ass a little more, offering her pussy to me. Just how I wanted it. “You ready for me?”
“Yes.” She reached back, digging her fingernails into my leg, but my damn pants got in the way. We hadn’t even stopped long enough to unbutton her shirt or take off my vest, simply removing the necessary articles that stood in the way of me getting inside her. That was what happened when we’d denied ourselves for nearly a week. Combustion.
But next time? Next time, I was going to spend an hour licking her pussy. She’d be naked and spread out on my bed before the evening was through.
I brought my cock to her entrance, letting the tip rest there without pushing inside. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“So your ego can get stroked a little more at my expense? No thank you,” she said, even as she lifted on her tiptoes and tilted her hips back, chasing my cock.
“Admitting you want me doesn’t make you weak. God knows I want this pussy.” I finally put us both out of our misery, pushing into her and sliding deep in one swift thrust. “Christ, I’m a starving man for it, aren’t I?”
“Then fuck me like you are.”
With a growl, I gripped her hair in my fist, tugging her head back and exposing her neck. I nipped the delicate skin as I pumped into her without restraint. We could go slow later. Hell, I’d take her slow five times tonight if she wanted. Right now, I was desperate for her. Desperate to feel her come apart on my cock, desperate to feel her body go pliant against mine. There was something gratifying in knowing I could make this tough-as-nails woman soften even for a moment, all because of what I did to her.
“Deeper… Colin, fuck me harder.” She lifted her ass, trying to get as much of me inside her as possible. Arched back, fingers clawing at the glass, panting breaths against my neck…this fierce woman was reduced to pure need.
And I was more than willing to give her what she wanted.
I gripped her under one knee, bringing it up to rest against the window and opening her to take my cock all the way. Opening her enough that anyone who was looking from outside could see exactly what we were doing. Despite the grounds surrounding the estate being vacant, the idea of someone witnessing this only made me hotter. Had me pumping into her harder and faster as I thought of people seeing who was bringing this powerhouse of a woman pleasure enough that she surrendered.
“You didn’t need to tell me that. I know exactly what this pussy needs.” I slipped my other hand around her hip and straight down between her legs, not stopping until I circled her clit. Her fingers curled against the glass, her head resting back against my shoulder, mouth hanging open in silent pleasure. “You want every single inch I’ve got stuffed inside this tight little heaven, isn’t that right? Deep and hard. I remember. I remember exactly what you need.”
She reached down, gripping my forearm as I teased her clit, her nails digging into my skin. One of the signs she was close. One of the signs she needed me to go faster and harder. I pinched her clit between my fingers and slammed into her from behind, pumping into her in a frenzied rhythm.
“See? Knew you needed me to work this clit faster. Knew you needed me to get a little rough.” I scraped my teeth against her neck, then bit down as her back bowed, her blouse-covered breasts pressed against the window. “I know just what to do to have this pussy coming all over me, don’t I?”
“Oh God, I’m—” She broke off on a loud moan, thrusting her hips back to meet mine. Her pussy squeezed my cock as she came, my name a panted chant on her lips.
That was all it took for me to surrender. With my lips pressed to her neck, I thrust as deep as I could and let go, my orgasm overwhelming me as I spilled inside her.
As soon as our breathing evened out, I gripped my cock and pulled out, discarding the condom and grabbing a couple tissues from Sloane’s desk. She stood still, resting against the window, her breaths puffing steam clouds on the glass, skirt rucked up around her waist. Sloane McLaren’s perfect facade sullied—by me.
After cleaning her up, I tossed the tissues and righted her skirt—pity, but I’d be seeing that fine ass bent over my bed in about five minutes—before tucking myself in my pants, ready to guide her straight to my bedroom.
She turned around, smoothing her skirt, her professional mask slipping on as if I hadn’t just fucked her up against the window in her office. “I’m sure you have other things to do. I should probably head out.”
I stepped closer, lifting her chin with my fingers. “C’mon, spitfire, you know me better than that. This was just an appetizer. You think I’d let you spend the night anywhere but my bed?” Slipping my hand down to her neck, I wrapped my fingers around her nape and bent to brush my lips against hers. “It’s been almost a week since I’ve been tongue deep in your pussy, and I plan to rectify that tonight.”