“Stop.” My growl is a warning. I will fuck her. Right here in this office.
She moves so our knees are touching. Mine are against her bare ones. “You want me to stop?”
Her hand drops to the button of her top, and her head drops to the side as she circles it with a finger. She gives me a wink, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing she’s ever done. I’m out of my chair in one movement, catching her by the shoulders and pushing her back against the glass windows of my office.
“Don’t fuck with me, Amy.”
I confess, I’m not sure why I’m so mad right now. I’ve never really lingered over the women I’ve slept with. They could go home in the middle of the night if they wanted. But something about this woman is different. I fell asleep looking forward to opening my eyes to her beautiful face this morning. Now I’m just pissed.
I’ve got her by the shoulders, and instead of pulling away or shouting, she lifts a hand and slides the hair off my forehead with her finger. “Marcus,” she purrs. “Why are you so angry? We agreed this wouldn’t get serious.”
She’s fucking infuriating. Gripping her wrist, I pull it down, leaning forward so my face hovers over hers. She twists her arm to free it, but I hold it tighter, pulling it behind her back. Our eyes haven’t broken contact. She’s breathing faster now, only the light in her eye isn’t fear, and I’m getting harder just looking at her.
“Spending the night isn’t getting serious.” It’s a lie, but I don’t give a shit. She’s tying me up in knots, and no woman does that to me.
She actually smiles. “Spending the night is the definition of serious.”
I take a deep breath and release her wrist. I’ve got to grab the reins here. Reaching up, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why are you so fucking difficult?”
“I don’t like being ordered around. Remember?” I expect her to walk, but instead she lunges forward and nips my lips with hers.
Fuck it. I grab her face in both my hands, and kiss her back roughly. She lets out a little moan, and I kiss her deeper, holding her face while I pin her slim body between the window and me. Her back arches, and another moan vibrates through her chest. Our mouths break apart and we both gasp.
“Marcus,” she whispers. “Show me what you want.”
For a moment, I hesitate. Possession flames in my chest. I want to make her mine. It’s everything in direct contradiction to our “not serious” arrangement. I don’t want to feel this way for her. I don’t want to feel this way for anyone. I like my relationships casual, playful even. But she pushes into me, teasing my mouth again with hers, pulling my lip between her teeth and biting it.
Her voice is a sultry whisper. “What do you want, Mr. Merritt?”
Gripping her hips in both my hands, I lift her up against the window, off her feet. Her dress rides up to her waist, and I’m flush against her heat.
“Amy.” My voice is tight. “Be careful.”
It’s all I can manage before I’m covering her mouth with mine, moving her lips apart and exploring her with my tongue. She exhales a whimper, and I slide my hand between us. She’s supported with my hips and the glass is at her back. I slip my fingers deep into her wetness.
Her nails cut into my shoulders, and she breaks, lifting her chin with a sigh. “Oh, yes! There....” She’s gasping and clenching around my fingers.
I don’t waste any time. No telling who might decide to bring me a message or interrupt us. Why the fuck didn’t I lock that goddamn door? I fumble with my pants, release my cock, and lower her down on it. Slippery-smooth, tight-clenching heaven.
“Amy, fucking Christ,” I hiss, thrusting hard into her. Her back is against the glass, and I’m pumping her good. My ass tightens with every forceful thrust I send into her, and her head drops back with a moan.
“Oh, please,” she whisper-cries.
I drop my mouth to her neck. “Unbutton your shirt.” Another order, but her hands rush to her top, opening it so I can kiss the soft skin hidden there. Her beige demi-bra makes it easy fo
r me to find a tight nipple with my lips.
“You like this,” I growl, pulling the soft skin between my teeth. I give her a hard suck, marking her, another thing I don’t do. “You love making me angry so I’ll fuck you hard. So you’ll know I’ve been inside you, even when we’re apart.”
“Yes, Marcus, yes,” she gasps, clenching and pumping her thighs against mine. She’s getting off on me as much as I am in her. “Harder,” she begs, and I’m quick to comply.
All the frustration I’d felt this morning is mounting tighter, faster. The pressure rising, climbing up my spine until at last...
“Fuck me!” I close my eyes as release explodes through my hips straight into her.
She lets out a little cry, and I feel her working me. We’re coming together, and everything, my anger, her cheeky greeting, my concerns about wanting her too much, it’s all lost in the whirlwind of pleasure sweeping us both up and into each other.
I hold her against the glass a few beats longer, trying to remember what the hell I was supposed to be doing right now. My heart pounds in my chest, and my brain demands one thing: More.