"Fuck. I canceled all the appointments for today. Who the fuck could that be?"

I jumped off his lap and started searching for my clothes. I shoved my skirt on and realized that my panties were tucked away with Tristen. I tossed my bra on, picked up my shirt from the ground, and put it on, trying to do something to cover the fact that it no longer had any buttons. "Did you really have to rip my shirt?"

Tristen pulled up his pants and adjusted his belt. "You weren't complaining when you were on the desk exposing your sweet cunt to me," he chuckled.

"I wasn't thinking about how I was gonna get out of here."

"Obviously, neither was I."

"Do you have anything I can use to wipe off the cum? I smell like sex."

I started scrambling for tissues; Tristen grabbed my wrist, forcing me to turn to him. "You're not wiping anything off."

"What? I smell like sex."

"That's the point, princess. I want every man to smell me on you and know that you're already someone else's property, and they need to stay the fuck away. I'm a possessive man. I don't share what's mine, and anyone who tries to take what's mine will be in a world of hurt."

I squeezed my legs together, feeling turned on by Tristen's words.

He rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip. "If we didn't have someone waiting right outside this door, I would have you bent over my desk, first time be damned." He slid one hand up my skirt before opening my folds with his fingers. "So wet, princess. My beautiful girl."

My head fell back as I moaned, grinding my pussy on his hand, desperate to get off. When Tristen talked dirty, I found that I would get more excited. He made me feel special, which made me feel open to anything and everything, as long as it was with him. He removed his hand and rubbed my juice along my lips before he bent down and kissed me.

"You're so delicious."

"Tristen," I panted.

"As much as I would love fucking your pussy with my tongue again, we need to get you covered up and out of here." Tristen took off his suit jacket and put it around me.

"Can I get my underwear back, at least?"

"No, that's mine now. But I am gonna ask you to give me five minutes to get rid of whoever that is, and I'll take you out for a meal."

Tristen whipped the door open and stared at the lanky guy standing on the other end. "Mr. Williams, I'm going to have to ask you to make an appointment. I'm done for the day."

Tristen didn't even wait for the kid to answer before turning to me. "Miss Matthew, I'll walk you to your car."

I nodded, wrapping Tristen's suit jacket tightly around me before walking out the door with Tristen following behind.

We walked silently down the hall to the elevator without making eye contact. When we got into the elevator, I was relieved that it was just the two of us. I felt like I'd done something seedy, something taboo, forbidden. Just as the shame was about to set in, Tristen laced his fingers with mine and brought my hand to his lips. "Don't. Don't you dare regret what happened there."

"I feel like we've fucked up your situation. I don't want you to have to suffer because of what we did."

"Fuck my job. Fuck it all, because the truth of the matter is, I've never been as happy as I was in that office with your sexy body laid bare before me. I don't regret a second of it, and I'm not ending anything because of a fuckin' job."

I glanced down at the elevator floor, not being able to make eye contact with him. "I'm not worth you losing everything you've worked for."

"You think a life in academia is everything that matters to me?" Tristen's hand glided under my chin and directed my face to his. "Look at me, Sonia. I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you. I'm sure that I've waited my whole life for you. There is nothing on God's green earth that will ever keep me away from you. Got it?"

I felt a surge of joy as I whispered, "Yes."

Chapter 5

TRISTEN

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” The words poured out of my mouth. It seemed that when it came to Sonia, I had no filter or shame. There was an unfamiliar feeling lodged in my chest when I was with her. It wasn’t love, 'cause I knew I loved the girl from the moment she tripped into my arms. It was happiness. Sonia made me happy. I knew how stupid that would sound to someone. A girl who had become the center of my obsession was who I was claiming to love. I knew I was like a mental stalker around her, but the thing was, I didn’t want to control Sonia. I wanted to protect her, to watch her blossom, help her achieve her dreams. I was like a pathetic lead in a romance film. I was that guy who would lay down everything to make sure that his woman would have it all, and Sonia was mine.

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