“There’s definitely a desire to,” I joke.
She cracks up. “Get it, girl! I’m dying to hear more, but I gotta get back to work. Call me later?”
I grin. “For sure.”
Right as I hang up, the door swings open, and in storms Alec.
“Where’s the fire?” I tease.
He shoots past me. “Office. Now.”
With a sigh, I stand and head his way, wondering what version of Alec I’ll get today. It’s been four days since our little masturbation session, and he’s on edge, hardcore.
Day one, he acted like nothing had happened, like I was the pain in his ass.
Day two, he tracked my every move with fiery eyes, and I’ll admit, I played into it a bit, licking my lips extra slow and exaggerating my stretches. It was a new kind of fun I wasn’t used to.
But, yesterday, day three, he got pissy, barking at every little thing anyone did wrong during drills, Rowan especially.
So, today should be interesting.
When I reach him, he tosses his phone to his desk, holding the door open for me to enter.
I squeeze past him. “What seems to be—”
I’m cut off when the door slams shut, and I’m hoisted at the hips by two angry, large hands.
I stare wide-eyed at Alec, who has yet to look at me. He quickly rounds his desk, setting me on the short bookcase behind it and wedges himself between my knees.
His grip tightens on my waist before lowering to my thighs where he squeezes, a deep rumble releasing from within his chest as he does.
Still, he hasn’t met my gaze, but I can’t take my eyes off him.
His nostrils are flaring, jaw clenched tight, and his breathing is out of control. A measured man on the edge, a sight to see in itself.
“I learned something today.” His voice comes from his chest, cavernous, rough and—oh my God, I’m sweating.
I slowly drop my head against the wall, my eyes still on his, waiting to see the look they hold. “Care to share with the class?”
He chuckles, but it’s short, and then his eyes fly to mine.
And I swear the hunter green is as dark as a forest’s night, burning and bold.
He stares, then glares, and shifts closer. “Let me ask you something, Oakley …”
My back bows at his raspy tone, my head staying stiff against the wall.
He knows.
He’d never grab hold of me, position himself perfectly but still inches away, if he didn’t.
He wants me to push back, to pull myself in, and even stranger … I want to.
My hands drop beside me, palms flat against the wood. “Ask,” I dare.
His hands come around, sliding up my skin to the crease where my thighs meet my pelvis. He smirks, slow and suggestive. “You’d like me to, wouldn’t you?” His head tilts slightly, and those eyes rake over my chest, watching the force and rapid speed it rises in. “Yeah, you want me to.”
My hands glide down the wood, firmly gripping its edge. “So, do it.”
His gaze comes back to mine in pure challenge.
Challenge accepted.
Using the hold I have on the wood, I slide my ass along it, bringing myself directly against him, but I don’t stop there. I lift my feet until I find a shelf beneath, allowing my knees to bend, and I prop myself up. Now, my chest is in his face, my eyes almost even with his, my pussy against his dick.
His smirk is gone, and in its place is the impassioned gaze of an unruly man, who is ready to burst.
No one has ever looked at me with such raw, unapologetic want.
I lift farther, dropping my head back. Officially begging.
It only takes a few seconds for one strong hand to come up and case my neck in, and then his hot breath travels down against my skin.
His breath is slow, deep. Deliberate.
A shiver runs through me, his grip tightening at my reaction.
“I’m gonna tear you up, Oakley,” he whispers. “Every inch of you will know me … feel me. Want me.”
My thighs tighten against him.
“And you will. You’ll want all of it. But you know what?”
“Hmm?” I squeeze my eyes shut, anticipation killing me.
He drags his lips across my neck, his dick twitching against me. “You’ll get none of me … until you want none of him.”
My body freezes, and slowly, I lift my eyes to his.
A deep flush colors my face when I see the vile look in his eyes, disgust and distrust burning heavy.
“Why you let me believe that you and Rowan were together is beyond me.”
“Alec …”
Unexplainable dread rises in my chest, and I reach for him, but he pulls back, and I’m shocked by how much it stings.
“I don’t want you after dark.” His eyes flit between mine. “I want you around the fucking clock. No exceptions.”
I inhale deeply, a tingling feeling making its way across my ribs.