Only Love

London was sprawled on the desk, unmoving, staring up at the ceiling. I would have been worried except for the satisfied smile gracing her gorgeous face. I adored those fucking dimples. Sighing, because all I wanted to do was fuck her up against the wall next, I stepped back. Then I grabbed some tissues and wiped my beard as clean as I could. When I went to tuck my cock back into my pants, I spotted the dark spots from my dick leaking before I got inside her. How was I going to get us both home—me with come-stained pants and London with the “freshly fucked” look?

I didn’t know what it was about those thoughts that brought reality rushing back, but that was the moment I realized what I’d just done. A litany of curses ranted in my head, calling me every name in the book for losing control and taking London on the desk in my office for our first time. More importantly, her first time. I’d taken her virginity without the plush bed, candles, soft touches…everything I’d planned to make it perfect for her. What was worse, I’d been rough and had ridden her hard. Instead of a slight ache tomorrow, London was going to be sore as hell.

“You’re a fucking tool, Grey,” I muttered as I buckled my belt.

“Huh?” London had dropped her legs and was struggling to sit up. I rushed forward to help her to her feet, and another curse escaped when the movement made her wince.

“I’m sorry,” I said with a grimace.

She peered up at me with confusion and worry. “Was…Did you…Was I…?” She was struggling to express a full thought, but I knew what she’d been trying to ask.

“If you’d been any more perfect, it would have killed me.” I smiled and tenderly brushed some wayward hair out of her face. She brightened, and her eyes turned soft as she looked up into my face. “I was apologizing for being such an asshole.”

“I don’t understand.”

I sighed and drew her into my embrace, resting my chin on the top of her head. “I never should have started this here. This was a shitty way to take your virginity. It wasn’t what I’d planned, and I should have the shit kicked out of me for being so rough. I wanted to cause you as little pain as possible, and I’ve done the complete opposite.”

Chapter 6

Liam

London cocked her head to the side and gave me a look that suggested she thought I was crazy while her hand absently rubbed my beard. “This was amazing. I loved everything about what just happened between us, Dr. Grey.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and mentally shouted at my rising dick to stand down. “Don’t call me that unless I tell you,” I reminded her with a growl, “or you’re going to find yourself being fucked up against a wall or on the nearest flat surface.”

A naughty gleam entered her green eyes, and I frowned and gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger. “If that happens, I’ll spank your luscious ass until it’s raw and you feel the burn from my hand every time you sit for a week.” My fingers tightened to make sure she wasn’t able to look away. “I own your pussy, London. I’m the only one who decides how and when you come. When it comes to sex, I’m in charge. Is that clear?”

I loosened my grip on her chin, and she gave me a small nod. She licked her lips, and the desire sparking in her eyes almost depleted my resolve to wait to take her again.

“Good,” I said with a soft smile. I kissed the tip of her nose and stepped back, lacing our fingers together. “Let’s go home.”

London’s brow creased as she contemplated my statement. “My house is only a short train ride away from here. I appreciate your suggestion, but you don’t need to drive me home.” She shrugged and tried to release my hand, but I refused to let her go. Her smile turned shy all of the sudden, and her cheeks colored. “Maybe we could…um…run into each other again on Wednesday. Somewhere besides school of course.” She peeked up at me through her lashes, looking a little unsure. “Or whenever. I can keep things casual. I’m not the clingy type.” Then she muttered under her breath, but it wasn’t quite so low that I didn’t hear it. “I think. Then again, how the heck would I know for sure?”

I smiled for a moment, enjoying her sweetness, but the distraction from her words didn’t last long. I spun around and marched with her over to the nearest wall, then moved her so her back was against it and I was caging her in with my arms.

“First, baby girl,” I growled. “I wasn’t making a suggestion. Second, when I said ‘home,’ I wasn’t referring to your parents’ brownstone. And third, there is nothing casual about us. This isn’t a hookup, it’s not temporary, and I don’t ever want to hear you insinuate otherwise again.”