He stood up and tugged on his jeans, then looked down to see her naked and pouting on the office floor. "I almost have to get a picture of that," he said, then pretended to reach for his phone.
"Don't you even think about it." She took the hand he offered and let him help her to her feet. His arm went around her waist, and he was struck by how good it felt to hold her like this. Not to mention how delicious it was to have taken her like that in the office. To know that he could have her whenever and however he wanted. Jenna. The woman he'd loved his whole life, and who he'd been craving for months.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking how much I want to bend you over this desk, spank your ass for going on about me parading across that stage, and then fuck you until you come so hard you scream."
"Oh." She swallowed, her eyes wide.
"You asked."
"Yeah. I did." She licked her lips. "Tell me why."
He studied her for a moment, wondering if he'd crossed a line. But he had no desire to play games with her. He knew what he wanted--and that was Jenna.
"Because you're mine. Fully. Completely. Not Easton's. Not anyone else's. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She licked her lips, her eyes glued to him.
"I've wanted you for one hell of a long time, and now that I have you, I don't want to play games anymore. I'll be your friend until the end of time, and I hope you know that. But this--Jenna, I need to know now if what's between us--if how I want to claim you--is going to be too much for you. Because, baby, I don't want to hold back with you. Not ever."
"I see." Once again, she licked her lips, and he had to reach down and shift his cock inside his jeans. Then she took a step toward him, her naked body moving with such grace he wanted to ignore the fact that the rest of the employees would be arriving soon.
When she was only inches from him, she took his hand, spread her legs, and ran his finger over her slick, hot pussy. "It's not too much," she said, her eyes never leaving his. Then she turned and bent over the desk. "I think you better spank me."
"Oh, holy fuck, Jenna."
She didn't say anything. Just spread her legs wider, offering all of herself to him.
Fuck it. He wouldn't deny wanting it. And if she wanted it, too...
He stood behind her, looking at that perfect ass, and then smacked his palm hard and firm against he fleshy part, then rubbed the sting away. "That was to remind you that you're mine." He spanked her again. Then again, cherishing her breathy cries. He slid his hand between her legs and found her so wet now she was practically dripping.
He thrust two fingers inside, then another, fucking her so hard with his fingers that her breasts rubbed the desk. "Do you like that? Getting fucked at the office?"
"Yes."
He spanked her again. "But only by me."
"Yes."
"You shouldn't have seen Easton last night."
She said nothing, and he smacked her again, then once more. "Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what I want to hear."
"I'm yours," she whispered.
"Do you like the way your ass feels?"
"Yes. But I mostly like the feel of your hand."
He took a moment to absorb her words, treasuring them. "You're mine," he repeated, rubbing the sting out.
She looked at him over her shoulder, then nodded slowly. "Oh, yes." The words were breathy and full of need. "But don't you know that I always have been?"
He lifted a brow. "Is that so?"
"Definitely."