Want Me (Mess with Me 4)

Confused, I nod.

Then he leans down and takes the phone out of my hand. He looks at the profile as if he’s evaluating the guy’s potential.

“Checking out the competition?”

I’m going for bravado but it’s making me intensely uncomfortable to see him holding my phone in his large hand. His thumb strokes over the screen as he scrolls down and I shiver. He dips his head and his breath brushes against the side of my neck.

“Do you think our friend Clint here will figure out how much you like having your hair pulled?”

When did he get so close? My fingers clench around the armrests of the chair.

“I’m sure he will eventually. If I decide I like him that much.”

He’s still leaning over me looking at the profile but I’ve forgotten all about poor Clint and his slightly above average biceps. Because all I can focus on is the skin exposed where Law has rolled his sleeves up. He’s not an overly bulky guy but he has always worked out regularly. However, I don’t remember his forearms being this muscular before.

Did I just miss that or is this some sort of sex-withdrawal symptom?

“Let’s hope our friend pays enough attention to notice that your ears are particularly sensitive.”

I moan softly as his lips graze my ear. Involuntarily my eyes close as the sensation travels all the way down my spine. He isn’t exaggerating about how much I love it when he pays attention to that area. Once during sex, he bit my earlobe softly and I came like a rocket. The memory alone has me wet.

When I open my eyes, his gaze is so incendiary that I’m shocked the entire room hasn’t gone up in flames.

I know that look.

“Law, what are you doing?” I whisper, but I already know what’s about to happen.

“Your neck is all I

can think about. All day long when I’m supposed to be thinking about clients, payroll or any number of things, all I can remember is how soft your skin is right below your jaw. How it tastes.”

His hands land on the arms of the chair, caging me in. The heat of his body surrounds me and when I take a deep breath, all I can smell is him.

I’m fighting a losing battle and I know it.

“We can’t do this.”

His hand threads through my hair and when he pulls at the back, my eyes almost roll in the back of my head. With a gentle tug, I’m out of my seat and plastered to his chest. As soon as our lips meet, every thought I had about why we shouldn’t do this is lost. In that moment, all I want is his taste on my lips and his hands all over my body. My legs wrap around his waist when he lifts me, carrying me a few feet to set me on the edge of his desk. We don’t separate the whole time, our tongues tangling as his fingers dig into the underside of my ass.

“Christ, Anya. If you knew how much I want you.” He sounds almost angry as his hands tug at his belt buckle.

I gasp, trying to catch my breath but as soon as he shoves his pants down, he’s kissing me again. He lifts me and his hands slide under my skirt. I pant as he tugs my panties down in one swift motion. It shouldn’t be so hot how easily he’s manhandling me but there’s no point denying it turns me on. I’m sure the panties he just tore off me are soaked.

He thrusts once and immediately I shudder at the invasion. Like he’s just as affected, he pauses and rests his forehead against mine.

“Fuck, yes. That’s what I want. Right there.”

“Right there,” I echo and he opens his eyes.

Holding my gaze, he starts to move and the friction immediately sends me right to the edge. It’s unbearable not to make any noise when I’m splintering apart from the inside out but I’m trying. After one ragged moan escapes, Law covers my mouth.

The carnality of his hand over my lips silencing my moans while he slowly fucks me on his desk proves to be too much.

The pleasure snaps and I gasp and moan through rolling waves that threaten to roll me under. As my muscles clench around him, Law’s face twists into a grimace that looks almost painful. His lips cover mine and he moans into my mouth, one long sound that makes me ache inside all over again.

He moves back and instantly the cold air in the room makes me shiver. We don’t look at each other as we each shift our clothes around and try not to look like two people who just had desperate sex on a desk. His eyes follow me as I pick up my panties from the floor and step back into them.

The awkwardness drives home how different things are now. There was a time I could say or do anything with Law without worry. Now every little thing is fraught with tension. I mourn the loss of that ease between us as much as the physical part.