“You look lovely today, Harper,” he says, and I notice the camera feed on his desktop, and I clench my fists. I made an effort to look professional today, wearing a white pencil skirt and blazer and a bright red blouse, fiercer and more pronounced than yesterday’s. My hair is down this time, and I’m wearing a light layer of makeup to accentuate my eyes and lips, which is about as much as I ever wear. “Did you just want to make yourself look good for me? You’ve done a good job. I really should reward the effort.”
My jaw sets, but his words are having an effect on me, and I look down at myself, doubt already creeping in. Did something in my subconscious spur me to get this dolled up for him? I thought it looked professional, but as I look down at the heels I was wearing when I met him, damn it, I’m sexy.
“That’s not why I’m here, Will,” I say firmly, stepping forward to the desk. “I’m here because I want to have a serious conversation.”
“I’ve heard your concerns,” he says, waving dismissively in a way that makes color rise to my cheeks. “But my point stands. I can’t let some student’s pet project get in the way of my work.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, not budging, but his firmness sends a warmness through me, the cool command with which he carries himself. I feel like a child asking her father for a favor in front of him like this.
For the first time, he turns around in his chair and stands up, slowly walking around the table as he locks eyes with me, speaking slowly. “Delaney Enterprises is a non-profit. We’re here on request. The locals have spent years raising funds for the project going on outside your trailer — a clean water system running from a nearby spring to the poorest parts of town. They provide the planning and the labor, we provide the machinery.”
My jaw drops, and I feel punched in the gut.
“Your work might be disrupted by the project,” he says, stepping up to me, looming, “but countless lives will be improved by what I’m doing here. I will not budge. No matter how much your presence awakens something...unexpected within me,” he adds, his voice getting lower as he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me in, and I don’t even try to put up a fight as I look up at him.
This is the one thing I didn’t come here to do. I can’t let this happen...can I? But there’s something about him that I can’t seem to resist, and then an idea comes to me that my instincts and my judgement finally come to an agreement on. It’s a long shot...but it might be my only chance of meeting this god among men halfway, because I’m not about to fight a charity like this.
“I didn’t realize…” I start, but then I raise a hand, laying it on his chest softly. “I’m sorry. I thought you were something very different.”
He smiles, a rumble in his chest as he leans in. “Don’t be so quick to think I’m all sunshine just yet, Harper.”
I swallow before I manage to speak again. “I know. That’s why I have a proposal.” I can’t believe what I’m about to say, something utterly primal awakened in me because of this superior man. “Let’s work together.”
He laughs, and my heart sinks. “Work together? Oh, girl, I enjoy you more than anyone I’ve had before, but don’t think you can start making demands.”
“Not demands,” I say quickly, pressing my hips up against his, and I feel the warmth in his stiffening cock. “Work with me to keep your project eco-friendly — help the locals while keeping the ecosystem intact.”
“That’s a lot of resources, girl,” he says, his voice with a threatening edge to it. I shiver, excitement running through me. He could break me so easily.
“I’m here for a year,” I whisper, barely a breath. “If you help me...I’ll be yours for all that time.”
He raises an eyebrow, his face unreadable, and for a moment I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries. My breath quickens, but the next moment, he grabs my ass and pulls me into a kiss, his tongue penetrating deep into my mouth, and my instincts roar in triumph as my hands go up his sides, feeling those rock-hard abs and his body heat, his masculine musk even stronger to
day.
“You’re bold, girl,” he growls into my ear, “now let’s see how willing you are to back up that claim. Strip. Now.”
He steps back and sits on his desk and watches as I instinctively kick my shoes off. I have to obey him. Something about those brown eyes locked with my blue ones spurs me on. My shoulders shrug off the useless blazer, tossing it aside as I step forward, unbuttoning my blouse slowly as I breathe heavily. Everything in me wants to rip it off, but I want to give Will a show. I must. The blouse comes off, and next, I work my skirt down my legs, stepping out and showing off the long limbs I’ve been so self-conscious about, but Will drinks me in at every second, his stiffening bulge in his pants proving how much I turn him on. It’s exhilarating!
I step forward, hands going to my bra, but he steps forward after removing his own shoes, and in one swift motion, his shirt is off, and my breath catches in my throat as I see just how defined those muscles are. If anything, his shirt made him look smaller than he really is. No wonder he can hold me up so easily!
He steps forward and rips the bra off me, and before I can stop him, he tears the fabric of my panties, tossing them aside. “If you’re going to be mine,” he growls, “you won’t need those.”
Hands as strong as iron grip me by the ass and lift me up, his lips pressing into mine as he moves me over to the huge window in his office, glass running from ceiling to floor.
“What are you doing?!” I gasp, looking over my shoulder as he presses my naked back against it. “Anyone can see us!”
“Change of plans,” he says in a husk before kissing me deeply. “If you’re going to be mine, Harper Emerson...you’re mine forever. And I don’t care who sees.”
My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as I look at him. His monstrous cock is out again, and I know what he means. I know I should say no. I should get dressed and walk out, away from this irresistible British man... but I can’t deny the fact that I’m head-over-heels in love with him. I need him. I need his seed, his potent manhood deep inside me. And nothing’s going to stop that from happening.
“You want me to prove it?” I whisper back, caressing that rough stubble in a hand as my pussy wettens for him like it was made for him and him alone. “Deal. Fuck me, Will, I need your seed in me.”
Like a beast let off of its chain, Will lifts me up off my feet as I yelp, and without warning, he rams his cock into me, hard and fast, and I let out a moan of pleasure.
My pussy has wanted this ever since he left me last. Everything in me wants to just cut loose in this exotic, far-off world where there’s nobody but me and Will. I need him, and my hips push up into him and quivers with excitement.
Will holds me up like I weigh nothing as he starts pounding me, and he does not hold back. I feel the tip of his cock, his bulging crown so swollen and needy. I just want to be the perfect receiver for his seed, and the fact that his cock responds so hungrily gives me such purpose, such satisfaction! The bottom of his crown flares out just so, running against every inch of my depths and giving me unspeakable pleasure.