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THIRTY-NINE

Brantley

I have no idea what I’m doing, but I can’t stop. Not when I have my tongue in Kinsley’s delectable mouth and sure as fuck not when she’s whimpering beneath me.

She tastes so good, feels so right.

But I made myself a promise—I need her to ask for this. I can’t, and won’t, make her want me.

With a groan, I pull back, the sight of her kiss-swollen lips almost making me lose control. Again. Knowing I did that to her fills me with a morbid sense of self-satisfaction. That and the dazed look on her beautiful face.

“Why did you stop?” She blinks up at me, her brows drawn together.

Well, that’s a good fucking question. Apparently I have to be a pain in my own ass too. Sometimes I really annoy myself.

I shake my head and take a step away from her, her hands unfurling from my vest and falling to her sides. “We’re at work, and I?—”

“Please, Brantley.”

I don’t dare move; fuck, I’m not sure I’m still breathing. I might drop dead on the spot, but you know what, at least I’d die a happy man. The way she says my name, ending on a breathy moan—I’m hard as a fucking rock. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Especially when her hands are back on me, running up my chest and across my shoulders.

I should take another step back. I should wait until we’re not in the office. I really fucking should walk away and let her be, but I can’t. She feels too damn good, and I don’t think I can resist her anymore. I’ve been trying for what feels like years, but it was all in vain. It was inevitable we’d end up here. Especially after my partners had a taste.

“Brantley…I need…” Her breaths are quick, shallow, and as she looks away, a lock of red wavy hair falls in her face.

I brush it back, tucking it behind her ear, and she shivers as my fingers graze her cheek. It takes all my control not to kiss her again, not to take her against this door.

“What do you need?” My voice is harsh, my words strained. I’m barely holding it together, and any minute I might snap. There’s a current running beneath my skin, a livewire set to detonate, to potentially destroy everything we’ve worked hard to create.

When we both give in, we’ll be crossing all sorts of lines, lines I never thought I’d cross in my professional career. I swore I’d never be that guy who slept with anyone on staff, I’d never do anything in the office, and I’d never jeopardize my reputation as an attorney.

But when it’s just the two of us and this undeniable connection we have, none of that seems to matter.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down, capturing my gaze with those baby blues of hers. She looks so open, so vulnerable. “You.”

A single word and it tears me in two. I might as well rip my heart out of my chest and hand it to her.

This is exactly what I needed. She wants me for who I am, not what I have or who my best friend is.

My pulse is hammering in my veins and my dick twitches, ready for his turn, but it’s not time yet. Sure, on the inside, I’m elated. On the outside, I’m locked down tighter than Fort Knox. She’s not begging yet; although, at this rate, I’m likely to beg her, even for just one more kiss. “What do you want from me, Kinsley?”

Her eyes flash with heat, her gaze flicking to my desk, and I can barely contain the groan building in my chest. Fuck. She couldn’t be more perfect.

I’ve never fooled around in the office, never even thought about it, but with her, I want to sit at my desk day in and day out, knowing I’ve fucked her on it. And I’m not going to lie, I’m dying to get one of her firsts. Maverick and my brother may have taken her virginity, but I want to be the first to have her in the office.

Her head tilts to the side as she continues nibbling on her bottom lip, a slight pink blush spreading across her cheeks. She stays silence for several seconds, watching me as I stare at her like a fucking predator. One who’s about to sink his teeth into his prey.

Kinsley’s hands curl around the edges of my vest, her voice soft, tentative. “You want me to beg?”

Preferably on her knees right before she chokes on my cock, but I can’t tell her that. Fuck, I’m not sure I can say anything, so I simply nod.

She takes a breath, bites down on her bottom lip once more, and just when I think she’s going to kick me in the balls and walk out, she pulls me toward her. “Please, Mr. Ellis. I need you. I need to know how you feel inside me.”

I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. “You want me to fuck that sweet cunt of yours?”

Her lashes flutter, and the blush that colors her cheeks has me itching to see it bloom across her chest, to see what she looks like when she comes. “Yes. Please, Mr. Ellis.”

Goddamn. If she keeps calling me Mr. Ellis in that sweet voice of hers I’m going to embarrass myself. As it is, I can’t hold myself back any longer, but luckily for the both of us, I don’t have to.

My hands slip around her waist, tightening around her curves, and I yank her against me. My mouth collides with hers in an explosive frenzy of tongue, teeth, and desperation. This kiss is wild, hungry. I kiss her like a man who’s been damned for all eternity, and she’s my only chance at salvation.

My restraint shatters like glass, my control long gone.

I walk us backward, spinning her around the instant we get to my desk and sit her right on top of the notes I’d been taking. Didn’t need them anyway.

With a groan, I take a step back, putting a hand on her stomach and pushing her back. “Lie back, dove. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes, and I intend to make sure you come twice before then.”

She’s eager to obey, the papers crinkling underneath her as she lays back. I’m pretty sure my stapler and several pens fall to the ground, but I couldn’t give a fuck. Not when my hands are running up her thighs and shoving her skirt around her hips.

The only thing covering her cunt is a small piece of black lace, but it doesn’t last long. Not when I fucking rip it apart with my bare hands like an animal.

“Those were my favorite pair.” She lets out a discontented hum in the back of her throat, one that turns into a whimper as I run a finger along her slit.

She’s dripping for me, and I can’t wait to make a mess of us both.

“I’ll buy you all the lingerie you want.” I loosen my tie and unbutton the top two buttons of my dress shirt. “I’ll buy you a whole fucking store.”

She opens her mouth, I’m sure to protest, but instead lets out a strangled moan as I slide two fingers inside her. Fuck me. She feels better than I imagined.

Her back arches off my desk, she pushes against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her, and I snap. The tiny shred of control I had is gone, lost somewhere between her thick thighs.

I suck her clit into my mouth, and I’m not gentle, lashing it with my tongue, raking it with my teeth, anything to hear her cries. I fuck her faster with long, deep strokes, pressing against her g-spot with every pass. I’m relentless, merciless, with only one goal.

I want to make sure she screams my name. Not Maverick’s. Not my brother’s.

Mine.

Her legs are quivering, her thighs tightening around my head. Her arms thrash around her head before she grabs onto the other side of my desk. More things fall to the floor, and I don’t care. I don’t stop. I don’t let up.

I only work her faster. Harder.

“Brantley. Oh, God.” She releases a loud cry, her pussy quivering, tightening around my fingers like a vice grip.

I suck her clit into my mouth and bite down, driving my fingers into her as her entire body spasms. My name comes out a garbled mess along with several curse words as her orgasm slams into her.

Her entire body bows off my desk, and a rush of fluid gushes around my fingers, spraying my dress shirt, my tie. Holy fuck. Did she just?—?

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She sits up and pushes me away, her eyes wide as she peers down at me. “Did I…did I pee on you?”

“No, dove.” I chuckle, licking my fingers one by one, savoring the taste of her. “You squirted.”

I figured she’d be intrigued, maybe even proud of herself, but she still looks downright horrified. “I didn’t know I could do that,” she whispers, trying to close her thighs, but I wedge myself between them. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Your shirt is soaked. You’re not mad?”

“Do I look mad?” I unzip my pants and pull out my rock-hard cock—I’m not kidding, this thing could cut diamonds. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh.” But she’s not paying attention to anything coming out of my mouth; her gaze is fixed on my dick, so I stroke a hand down my length and let out a small groan.

“Is your greedy pussy ready for more?”

She nods, wraps her legs around my waist, and gives my tie a small tug.

I reach for my wallet to grab a condom, but she stops me. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve never…”

I freeze. Well, I freeze, but my dick jumps like he’s an Olympian. “You want me to take you bare?” I force myself to take a deep breath, to calm down before I lose it right here. “You want to go back to your desk with my cum dripping down your thighs?”

She nods again, her gaze returning to my face. “Is that okay?”

I don’t give her an answer, I can’t, not when my dick is already sliding inside her. This time I move slow, giving her time to adjust, but more importantly, giving me time to get myself under control. Knowing I’m the only one to have her with nothing between us has me almost ready to come, and neither one of us is ready for that yet.

She still has one more to give me.

Her legs tighten around me, urging me to go deeper, and as I bury myself in her sweet cunt, she whimpers my name. “You feel too good.”

She feels right, like home, like everything in my life has been leading me to this moment, to her. With each thrust of my hips, each stroke, she’s dismantling the walls I’ve built around myself. She’s forcing her way under my skin and in my heart, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m not sure I want to.

My hands tighten around her hips and hold her in place as I increase my pace, fucking her with deep strokes. She moans, whimpers, cries out my name, curses. She must realize how much louder she's getting because she clamps a hand over her mouth, the other seeking mine, and I thread our fingers together.

Her hips move back and forth, meeting me thrust for thrust, urging me to go faster, so I do. But I can’t get enough. I want to consume her like she’s consuming me. I want her to burn with me; I want to be a brand on her fucking soul.

“Fuck. Kins.” My free hand tightens around her hip, and my fingers dig into her skin. “Everyone in the office will know what it sounds like when you come on my cock.”

That thought shouldn’t spur me on, but it does.

I shift, moving my hand between us, and I rub her clit with my thumb. I’m close, so close, and I need her to come again.

I hold her gaze, tighten my fingers around hers, and fuck her with abandon. I’m so lost in her, drowning in the depths of her eyes, in her.

Her muffled cries get louder, her legs tighten around me, and her pussy flutters. She’s close. I work my thumb faster, press down harder. Her eyes squeeze shut and body trembles as her second orgasm rolls through her.

Fuck.

She’s squeezing me so tight, I follow right behind her, grunting out her name, and with one last thrust, I empty inside her.

I lean forward and rest my head against her soft stomach, trying and failing to catch my breath. Her fingers rake through my hair, and of course, that’s when my call rings through.

“Just in time for your meeting.” She moves beneath me, but I stay on top of her, making her escape impossible.

“I’ll call them back,” I mumble into the fabric on her blouse before reluctantly pushing off of her with a long groan and watch my cum drip out of her. If this call wasn’t fucking important, I’d take her again, make sure she was so full of me, she’d still be leaking my cum tomorrow.

Her hand brushes down my tie, and she gives me a small smile. “You might want to change into that spare suit you keep in here.”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “I think I’d rather smell your pussy for the next few hours.”

She shivers, slides from the desk, and pulls off her ruined panties. I snatch them from her and shove them in my pocket, a reminder for later when I’m in bed all alone.

Another problem to remedy.

The damn phone keeps ringing, and I sigh, running a hand down my face and press a quick kiss to her lips. “If you throw anything else at my face, I’ll throw you over my knee and turn your ass red. Understand?”

Her thighs shift together, and if it weren’t for the fucking phone, I’d spank her ass right now.

She nods, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Yes, boss.”

Great. Now I’m going to have to sit through this call with a boner.