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Chapter seventeen
~LIVIA~
I barely have time to sit down after changing back into my top and skirt before the door swings open, and in walks the 6’5 tatted NHL Captain who managed to flip my world upside down in a matter of weeks.
It’s been—what?—five minutes since his hand was buried between my leggings, his fingers circling my clit, since his voice was in my ear. And now he’s here again, standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. There’s hunger in his eyes; there’s lust, and I know why he took so long to follow me. My eyes drop to the imprint of his cock, semi-hard and visible through his shorts.
I swallow hard, shifting in my seat. I still feel it between my legs. I still feel sore, and I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t like it.
His hoodie is stretched over his broad shoulders, shorts slung low on his hips. He looks too good. Too tempting. And when his eyes drag over me, slow and unashamed. I feel like he’s already picturing how this is going to go. But I can’t let him near me again. Not before I get the answer to the question that’s been playing on replay in my head.
“You left,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“What?” His brows lift slightly.
“This morning,” I clarify, my voice low, gripping the edge of my chair on each side of my now-bare legs. “I woke up, and you were gone.”
Rowan steps inside, closing the door behind him.
“Well, I woke up, and you were right there.” His voice is lazy, amused. “Sleeping on my chest, looking like every irrational thought telling me to skip practice today. I would have loved nothing more than to have stayed, Livia.”
I study his face, unable to decide whether he’s serious or just telling me what he thinks I want to hear. But I also don’t understand why he’s still here. I gave him a piece of myself that no one else will have, and I don’t regret a second of it. But Rowan seems like the kind of man who would give you the best night of your life and pretend he doesn’t know you after that. I let him into my bed, fully knowing the kind of man he is. So why did he send me breakfast? Why is he still chasing me when I already gave him what he wanted?
Have I misjudged him? Have my prejudices gotten in the way of my assessment?
“My lunch break ends in fifteen minutes.” I square my shoulders, trying to steady myself.
His lips curve into that maddening, cocky grin as he turns the lock behind him. A soft click echoes through the room.
“So, what you’re telling me is I have fifteen minutes to do whatever I want with you,” he says, stepping toward me.
My breath catches. My entire body reacts.
“You have fifteen seconds to unlock that door and get out,” I manage, but I’m self-aware enough to know that my whole being hopes he doesn’t take me up on it.
“And then what?” he asks and prowls closer. “You’ll stay here all day, legs squeezed together, soaking wet for me?”
Lord, give me strength.
My thighs clench instinctively, and his eyes darken at the movement.
“If it means you have to walk around with a hard-on all day,” I throw back, tilting my head in a challenge, yet my heart keeps pounding against my ribcage.
We’ve been dancing to this song since the day we met at the café. Both of us challenge each other until everything inevitably snaps.
“You wanna torture me, hm?” His voice drops lower in a wicked rasp. “Even if it means torturing yourself,” he adds, stalking around my desk.
“I can always use my hand,” I quip, knowing he’ll take the bait.
And he does.
“Why, when I’ve got something better for you to use?”
And when he reaches for me, I don’t stop him.
His fingers brush against my knee, sending jolts of electricity racing through my veins. I want to lean into him, to let him take control again, but a part of me fights to hold back, to push him until his control snaps.
He steps closer, his hand sliding up my thigh, teasing the hem of the skirt I’ve changed into. I feel my breath quicken, my heart pounding as he leans down, his mouth hovering inches from mine.
“Thirteen minutes, Livia,” he says; it’s a promise laced with danger.
I can’t look away from him, his intense gaze drawing me in. His fingers graze my skin, sending a rush of heat through me. His hand presses firmly against my thigh, prying my legs apart, and my body welcomes him without a single protest.
His other hand wraps around my jaw, firm but not squeezing, as he dips lower, pressing his lips to mine. The heat of his body envelops me, and I let out a shaky whimper as his lips finally claim mine, demanding and possessive. My head spins as he parts my lips with his tongue, his hand dragging up my thigh until he reaches my panties. I let out a whimper, my hand wrapping around his thick forearm. All I feel is cords of muscle dancing under my palm as his hand moves under my ass, hauling me to my feet.
I gasp into his mouth, hands flying to his hard chest to keep my balance.
“I wanted to stay,” he whispers against my lips, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “It took everything in me to leave.”
And with that, he swiftly lifts me and positions me on my desk, him resting between my legs. I feel the cool surface against my ass with my skirt hitched up around my waist, barely covering my panties. I look up at him, seeing the dark desire in his gaze.
“You look beautiful when you sleep.” Rowan leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Laying on my chest,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “The last thing I wanted was to get out of that damn bed and drag my ass to practice.”
There’s not an ounce of hesitation in his eyes when he says it. And even though I want to be right—I’ve always been right about people—I know when to admit defeat and say I’m wrong. And I’ve been so wrong about Rowan DiMarco.
But before I can answer, he’s lifting my skirt, exposing the lace of my underwear. My cheeks heat as he drags his fingers along the edge of my panties, teasing me, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
“You drive me crazy, Livia,” he says, his voice dropping into a dark, velvety rasp. "and you're lying to yourself if you tell me you don't want me too."
"Rowan… "I arch my back, desperate for more of his touch.
He grins a wicked, predatory smile that makes my pulse race even more.
“You want me to touch you?” He pushes my panties aside, the cool air hitting my slick skin. And then his fingers finally brush against my pussy, spreading it open.
I bite my lip, stifling a moan as he circles my clit, every movement calculated and slow.
The tension in my body coils tighter as he continues to work me, his fingers moving against my clit with a rhythm that makes my head spin. I writhe beneath him, chasing that sweet release while fighting the urge to cry out.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his gaze locked onto mine, filled with a dark satisfaction. “Don’t deny you want this.”
I moan softly, the sound escaping before I can stop it. Rowan’s eyes flare with lust, and he leans down, his mouth close to my ear. “That this pussy isn’t burning for me?”
With that, he picks up the pace, his fingers pressing harder, coaxing me closer to the edge. My body responds eagerly, and I feel the pressure building, begging for release.
My mouth opens, a moan clawing its way up my throat.
He leans in, silencing me with a kiss that ignites every nerve in my body.
And with one final circle with his fingers, he pulls back.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, not trusting my voice.
He steps closer, his body pressing against mine.
I can see the heat in his gaze as he slowly sinks to his knees, his hands moving up my thighs, brushing against my skin as he plants a soft kiss right above my clit. I gasp, my body responding before I can even think.
“Rowan, wait—”
He silences me with a glance, his gaze fierce and hungry. With that, he leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste me, and I gasp at the sensation. He starts slowly, teasing and licking my pussy with a maddening gentleness that makes my head spin. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me, building my desire even higher.
“Rowan,” I moan, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.
“Mmmm,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations adding to the pleasure.
He delves deeper, his mouth working me right before I feel his fingers at my entrance. He slowly pushes two of them in, stretching me as his tongue keeps circling my clit. I arch against him, my body begging for release, for more of him. With each movement, with every flick and thrust, he drives me wild, leaving me trembling on the edge of bliss.
I can feel the tension coiling inside me again, ready to explode, when he suddenly pulls back.
He glances up at the clock behind me before his eyes find mine again. He stands, pressing his forehead to mine, his lips glistening with the evidence of my desire. “Almost out of time, baby,” he says, his voice a low growl, before claiming my mouth in a kiss that feels like a collision. A salty, sweet taste invades my mouth, making my walls squeeze his fingers right before he slides them out.
He pulls back, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.
My heart races as he shifts, pulling the front of his shorts down, freeing his thick erection. The sight sends a jolt of desire through me, making my breath catch in my throat. God, I’m never going to get used to the size of him.
“Rowan.” My voice trembles as I gaze at him, my body still buzzing from the pleasure he just gave me.
“We have five minutes for me to fuck you senseless on your desk,” he says with a wink, pulling a condom out of his back pocket. I bite my lip to suppress a smile from what he just said and the fact that he walked in here with a condom ready—cocky bastard. I still haven’t told him I’m on birth control.
I watch, mesmerized, as he rolls the condom down his hard length. With one quick motion, he spreads my legs wide and positions himself at my entrance, his gaze locked onto mine as he glides his tip up and down my wet folds.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and take all of me again?” he asks, his voice so deep that it makes my entire body ache for him.
I nod, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before he pushes all the way into me with one firm thrust. The sensation of being so completely filled sucks the air from my lungs. My mouth opens as my head falls back. I feel his hand wrap around the back of my hair as he pauses to give me time to adjust to his size.
“Fucking Christ,” he groans before thrusting deeper, stretching me more, forcing a whimpering moan to slip out of me.
I gasp as he starts to move, his thrusts slow, filling me with pleasure that radiates from where we’re connected. The way he looks at me like he can’t get enough only adds to the heat between us. I look down to where our bodies are joined, shocked at how erotic it is to see him slide almost all the way out of me.
“Rowan, please,” I plead, needing him to give me more, to lose control just like I am.
“Pull your straps down,” he grits out, his voice strained as he fights to hold back. “I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce for me.”
His words are a command, but I can tell he’s barely keeping it together. I do as he says, freeing my breasts from my top. The cool air hits them, and I arch my back, urging him on.
He groans deep in his throat and pushes his cock deep into my pussy. “God,” I choke out, clutching his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin. He was gentle at first, but now I can feel the intensity building. His pace quickens, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office.
“Fuck,” he breathes, using my hair to guide me toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss as he continues to pump inside me.
His thrusts grow harder, faster, and each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending.
“Oh my god,” I gasp against his mouth, my fingers clawing at him. The way he fills me, the friction of his thrusts drives me closer to the edge again. It’s intoxicating and maddening, and I can’t get enough. I can feel his body tense, the way he holds back just enough, and it makes me ache for him even more.
“You’re incredible, baby,” he praises me against my lips, his voice low and raspy.
With a sudden shift, he pulls out completely, only to thrust back in hard, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me.
“God, Rowan!” I gasp, my body responding instinctively, wanting more, needing him to take me higher.
He grips my hips, his fingers digging in as he pounds into me relentlessly. The desk shakes beneath us, and I can barely contain the sounds spilling from my lips.
He puts a hand over my mouth. He thrusts even harder, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside me, sending me spiraling. I moan into his hand, feeling the tension building again, coiling tighter within me. He rolls his hips again and again, creating a whole new level of sensation inside me, the heat building until I can’t hold back any longer.
“That’s it. Come all over his cock, baby,” he commands before returning to relentless fast thrusts. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
With those words, the tension snaps, and pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave. His hand covers my nose as well, stopping the cry that was about to let everyone know exactly what we’re doing. I let go, my body convulsing around him, every nerve alive with ecstasy as the sounds battle with his hand.
“Fuck!” he curses, his own release following closely behind as his thrusts go out of rhythm. I feel his cock throb inside me, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure through me.
He rides the waves, pumping gently as he helps me ride out my high. He removes his hand, and I take a big gulp of air, my burning lungs expanding. He leans down, pressing soft kisses against my lips, each one igniting butterflies deep in my stomach.
As Rowan eases out of me, I feel a shiver run through my body before he pulls back, his gaze searching mine.
“Are you okay?” he pants, his breath warm against my skin.
“Yeah,” I breathe, still a bit dazed. “More than okay.”
He smiles, that cocky grin stretching across his face, and I can’t help but mirror it. There’s something completely empowering about this, about having one of the best hockey players in the NHL unable to get enough of me.
Rowan leans back slightly, his eyes roving over me like he’s memorizing every detail.
“Let’s get you fixed up,” he says playfully as he brushes my hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“Am I something to fix?” I challenge as his fingers move through my hair.
“You look perfect right now.” He leans down to plant another soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Only I get to see what you look like after you’ve been fucked,” he adds, that mischievous smirk dancing on his lips.
I roll my eyes, though my tummy does a little flip. “Possessive much?”
His hand travels to my jaw, squeezing lightly before he leans in.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs into my ear before kissing my cheek and letting go.
Once I look somewhat presentable, he straightens and walks to the trash can, pulling off the condom and tossing it inside. I watch him, my heart racing at the casual way he handles everything, how he flicks between being dominant and this laid-back dude who knows he’s hot.
He grabs a tissue from the box, wipes himself down, and tucks himself back into his shorts.
“I’ll have the cleaners come take out the trash,” he says, his tone light, but his eyes are still locked on mine, filled with that familiar mischief.
With one last lingering gaze, he presses his lips against mine, slow and deliberate, and I can taste the remnants of my arousal on them. It sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
“Would you look at that,” he says, looking at the clock behind me. “Right on time,” he adds, stepping back, that smug satisfaction clear in his expression.
I huff out a scoff, shaking my head as his lips stretch into a gentle smile.
“I’ll leave you to your work, Ms. Moody.” He dips his head. “But don’t think I won’t be back. We still have that interview to discuss,” he adds with a brow raise.
“You’re doing it?” My own brows shoot up to my hairline as I slide off the desk.
He’s already in front of the door, unlocking it with a flick of his wrist before looking back and giving me a wink.
And just like that, he’s out the door, leaving me alone in my office, a complete mess, hair all over the place, heart pounding, and the unmistakable ache of wanting him still lingering in my body.