Abby (Tate Family Holidays 2)

My head lies against the cool surface of his desk and I’m going crazy with need. “You,” I mutter.

“Tell me. I can’t hear you,” he says as I hear the zipper on his pants open and his pants drop around his ankles.

I look over my shoulder and see the desire in his hooded eyes. Without blinking, I tell him, “You. I need you.”

His fingers stroke through my wet slit and I feel the moisture on my thighs. He lines up at my center and pushes slowly into me. I forget to breathe because it feels so damn good. When he’s fully seated inside me, he waits for a second before pulling out again. His slow thrusts are driving me mad. I put my hands on the desk for leverage and push against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“This one’s for me, Abby. I’m going to nut inside you so that my cum is dripping out of you all day. I’m marking you. Making sure everyone knows that you’re taken… that you’re mine.” His words cause my whole body to tremble and I can’t stop it. The pressure builds and his controlling words put me over the edge, making me come so hard that my whole body flexes. He groans into me, shooting his hot warm seed deep inside me.

Brent

I help her clean up and we get dressed, while her phone rings on the floor. I stoop to pick it up, see that it’s her brother Jackson and hand it to her.

She answers, “Yeah, Jackson, I’m on my way. I had to wait for Mr. Wilder to give me the plans.” Her eyes are on me as she talks to him and I don’t try to stop myself from gathering her in my arms. When she hangs up, she backs away from me.

“I have to get to work.” And she starts walking toward the door.

I grab her by the hand. “Do you want to take the plans with you?” I smirk at her.

She shakes her head, obviously embarrassed, and holds her hand out to me.

I hold the plans in my hand, out of her reach. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

She scrunches her nose up and won’t meet my eyes. “Brent, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I force myself to take a deep breath so the anger doesn’t show in my voice. “Why not? You can fuck me but can’t let me take you out to dinner? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“We’re… just, I don’t know, okay, we’re too different. Look at us.” She points between the two of us.

I look down her body and even with her manly boots, jeans and jacket on, I’m still turned on. I don’t think she realizes exactly what we have here.

She puts her hand back up on that hip and I believe that’s my new favorite pose for her. I love it when she gets determined. Except for maybe when she’s trying to disagree with me. “Brent, please give me the plans. I have to get to work.”

“I’ll give you the plans if you promise to have dinner with me tonight. That’s it. Dinner,” I tell her firmly and hold my breath.

“Fine.” She holds her hand out and I drop the rolled-up papers into her hands.

I step forward and drop a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

She merely nods her head and walks out the door.

Chapter 6

Abby

I pick up food for dinner. Yep, I’m a chicken, and I don’t like the way this feels. I’m usually in control and confident. With Brent, I don’t feel that way. So instead of going out to some four-course restaurant, I’m feeding him at home and then giving him the boot.

Just thinking about ending it with him has my heart beating double time and causes me to gasp for air.

When he gets here, still dressed in his suit from work, I let him in and tell him that we are having dinner in. He doesn’t argue and honestly seems pleased to have me to himself. He slides my chair around until I’m practically sitting on top of him.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you spaghetti with meatballs. I hope that’s okay.” I put his plate down in front of him.

“Perfect,” he replies.

As we dig in, we talk about our day at work. He tells me about the new hotel and I can hear the excitement in his voice.

I tell him about work and how Jackson and Megan have already had a falling out. We talk about the party last night and all my crazy family. It hits me then that I’ve know this man less than twenty-four hours and I already feel closer to him than I have most anyone else.

“So I need to get to bed early tonight. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I tell him as I start rinsing our plates and putting them in the dishwasher. He cleans up the table and then comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.