Page 96 of Empire State Enemies

Owning my cock.

“Fuck . . . Connor . . . oh . . . god . . .” Her words mix with my own grunts and panting as we both approach the edge of pure carnal release. “Yes, yes, keep going. Don’t stop.”

As if I could.

I’m losing my mind, seeing stars with every thrust.

I lean down and whisper in her ear, my voice dripping with lust. “You can hate me all you want, but you can’t deny how fucking amazing this feels.”

Even if the whole damn office barged in right now, nothing could stop me from claiming what’s mine.

I just about hold on as she comes hard on my cock.

With a tortured groan, I hold on to her hips tight to keep her still as I release myself into her wet heat.

But then the euphoria quickly turns to . . . disorientation.

Jesus, what the fuck? I can barely stay upright, the whole room spinning like crazy.

I pull out of Lexi, my cock drenched in her arousal. My hands drop from her as I stumble back, wondering if I’m about to pass out cold.

I grasp the desk for support as everything spins nauseatingly. Shit, it’s like the whole world just went sideways.

“Connor?” Lexi’s voice cuts through my dizziness, soft with concern.

I force my eyes open to see her staring at me, her brows pulled together with worry. She blinks, confused, and hastily smooths her dress down over her hips.

The last thing I need is her pity.

Teeth clenched, I steady myself on the desk, letting out a pissed-off growl. Fucking vertigo has to hit now of all times . . .

She reaches for me cautiously. “What’s wrong, tell me?”

I shrug away from her touch. What the hell, this issue is impacting me even when I’m with a woman now? “I need a minute. See you back at the bar.”

Her hand hesitates in the air. “What’s going on, Connor?”

I grit my teeth, trying to keep it together. I don’t want her fussing over me. Seeing me like this.

So this is how it’s gonna be now? Everyone walking on eggshells around me, giving me those pitiful looks, treating me like I’m about to shatter into a million pieces?

“Just leave, Lexi,” I order in a low voice.

She flinches at the sudden change in my tone. “What the hell? Are you serious?”

“I said go. We’ll hash this out later.” I glare at my desk, trying to keep the room from spinning. Moving right now would only make it worse. “Get out. Please.”

But she just stands there staring. And that’s when I feel my patience slipping away. “Are you fucking deaf? Get the hell out of here.”

Her sharp intake of breath tells me I’ve gone way too far. “Is this your messed-up way of getting back at me for the car?”

“No,” I manage to grunt out, each word a battle against the dizziness.

“Whatever, asshole. It’s done. Forget this ever happened.”

As the door slams violently behind her, I sag against the desk with a muttered “Fuck.”

I screwed this up. She didn’t deserve that rough treatment. But better she thinks I’m an asshole than me having to explain the truth.