The Office Rival: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Simple words that stop me in my tracks. Is he talking about the baby or my feelings? I thought we covered hurting the baby already. Emotionally, I am resilient, or at least that’s the lie Kitty feeds me. This is a pity fuck, a spur-of-the moment-need-to-release-the-tension fuck. We aren’t going to get married and live happily ever after. Physically, I want him to give it all to me.

“You won’t,” I almost beg of him.

Momentarily, his hands slide past the edge of my shorts and into my panties. The low grumbling sound he makes, followed by a deep moan, push him further against my clit until his fingers find their way inside.

I gasp at the pure pleasure of the deep thrusts, moving my body in a slow rhythmic motion, bucking my hips against his hand.

“Hot fucking damn, Malone, you’re completely soaked,” he tells me, thrusting a third finger deep within.

I’m going to explode. I’m just one finger away from gushing all over his hands. In an attempt to control my breathing, I relax my body and enjoy how good it feels until he warns me that he’s about to enter me.

“I need to be inside you now,” he demands, and with a swift and steady drop of his shorts, he commands me to sit on top of him. “I want to see all of you, riding me, hard, till you can’t take it any longer and explode all over my cock.”

I’m quick to jump on top of him as he holds his cock with that shining silver barbell, teasing me before gently sliding it inside me. The fullness of him completes the emptiness that I felt earlier. He moves slowly, gaining momentum as I arch my back, gripping his thighs for support.

His hands trace the base of my neck and follow down my chest and between my full breasts, stopping just shy of my nipples. The anticipation becomes frustrating, so I take control, resting my palm on his and dragging it on top of my nipples.

He moans in delight. “You feel just as I’ve always imagined you… tight, wet… your body craves me to fuck you.”

My head won’t even nod, so possessed by the strong build-up of pressure forming below that I cannot string together my thoughts or words.

He stops, and instantly my eyes flick open, staring widely at him, wanting to know why. This better not be his signature calling card—abandoning women on the brink of an orgasm.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands quietly, running his hands along my thigh. His beautiful eyes stare back at me oddly, and I can only imagine he is riddled with guilt.

I lift his hand and kiss his fingertips. “I want you.”

“Tell me it’s only me that you want to fuck this beautiful pussy of yours.”

“It’s only you.”

My uneven breaths echo throughout the quiet room, and I move against him, only for him to stop me once again.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me it’s only me that will ever be inside you from this moment on.”

My eyes connect with his, attempting to understand what he’s just demanded of me.

He wants me for the rest of his life. Or am I signing a contract to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

His eyes show no mercy, fixated on my lips and waiting impatiently for my answer.

This is a heavy question from someone buried inside me, and from someone who’s engaged. Everything we are doing is completely and morally wrong. We are hurting others. We are the driving force in this sick and twisted game, leaving the pawns to hurt and suffer from our indiscretion.

But I don’t care.

I want him.

All of him.

And right now, in this deep and intimate moment, I want only him for the rest of my life.

“It’s only you… you will be the only one ever to be inside me and make me feel this way from this moment on.”

Promises are just promises made to be broken if they are built on lies.

Not wasting any time, he pushes me back as the tip of his pierced cock rubs against my wall. He pulls me forward again, this time fast and steady. I ride him, and just when I know my body is ready to explode, I warn him in a high-pitched breath, “Haden, I’m going to…” Releasing my inhibitions, I scream as the orgasm spreads throughout my whole body, causing me to see only stars in the dark room.

He follows, picking up the pace, holding a deep breath until he releases and cries out, “Fuck!”