Page 23 of Laila Manning (Shadeport Crew #3)
“I understand.” Nodding, with my eyes fixed on the floor, I was suddenly unable to meet her gaze, just as she always struggled to meet mine. “I’m sorry you saw that side of me.” I leaned off the door. “But I won’t apologize for defending you. Not ever.”
“Zeke.” She tilted her head to the side with that curious little kitten stare she got when she was out of her depth.
“Your job here is secure, work here for as long as you want to. No one will bother you anymore. You have the crew’s protection.” I had to get out of the room.
It was closing in on me as I saw the one thing I’d wanted more than anything else slipping through my fingers.
“Zeke.” She whispered again. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry I scared you.” Turning the handle, I opened the door, and the dim room was bathed in light from above the doorway.
“I’ll never do that again.” Turning and walking into the hallway, I felt as if my chest might collapse and explode.
I never lost control, ever. Yet there I was on the verge of losing it all because her rejection was the worst thing I’d ever imagined.
“It aroused me.” She called as I stepped away, freezing me in my tracks.
I looked over my shoulder at her as my brain tried to comprehend what she had just said.
She held her hands out at her side and shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t understand any of it, either.
“Seeing you like that—,” She shook her head and licked her lips as her chest rose and fell quickly, “Turned me on. ”
“Laila.” I growled, cracking my neck to the side as I turned back to face her.
“I’m soaking wet.” She bit her bottom lip, and I walked back into the room, closing the door behind me again and locking us inside.
“I don’t remember a time in my life I’ve ever gotten wet for any other man but you, Zeke.
” She nearly purred like she was on the verge of coming right there, from just words.
“Last night when you touched me was the first time I’ve ever orgasmed from someone else’s touch, and tonight, watching you defend me like that,” her eyelids fluttered closed as her head tilted back just a little bit.
“That power is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen before. ”
“Fuck it.” I cursed, closing the distance between us, and slamming my lips down on hers with my hand tight in her hair. She whimpered and clawed at my jacket as she opened her lips and licked my tongue seductively. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” She panted, digging her nails into my pecks over my shirt. “I don’t know how to control myself around you.”
“Dove.” I groaned, sliding my hands under the back of her thighs, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me as I crossed the office and sat her down on the desk.
“I should be calling you out for toxic masculinity and telling you to shove your chivalry somewhere dark, but all I can think about is how I’d rather show you my appreciation for saving me.” She shook her head as she rambled. “I’m fucked up.”
“You’re perfect.” I countered, flattening my hands against the desk on each side of her ass as she pulled me closer with her legs tangled around mine. “I thought you were afraid of me.”
“No!” She gasped, biting my lip, and sucking on it like a minx. “I wanted to fall to my knees at your feet right then and there. ”
“Never.” I growled, towering over her, and tightening my hand in her hair until she was forced to look up at me and focus. “Your knees will never touch the ground for me, Laila. You’ll sit atop a throne, and I’ll be the one at your feet.”
She moaned and rocked her hips, creating friction between our bodies, and my cock twitched in my jeans.
“Tell me what you want.” I demanded as she rocked her hips again. Her moves were frantic and uncoordinated from her inexperience.
“I don’t know.” She closed her eyes and tried to shake her head, but I tightened my hold around her long locks and dropped my lips to her neck, sucking on the skin above her wild pulse.
“Don’t lie to me.” I ordered, and she moaned, rocking her hips again, rubbing herself against my hard-on. “Tell me what you want, Dove.” I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and teased it with my teeth. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come.” She panted, speaking about her needs even though it made her uncomfortable.
“You want me to make you come, Dove?”
“Yes.” She cried, digging her nails into the back of my neck as she held me to her throat.
“Right here?”
“Yes.” She nodded frantically.
“Say it then.” I instructed. “Use your words to tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
“I want you to make me come, right here, on my boss’s desk.
” She panted and then gasped when I lifted her off the desk and laid her onto her back with her legs still wrapped around my waist as I pinned her down, hovering right above her.
Her eyes were wide, and I could see the brightness of fear in them, but behind that fear was excitement .
I rocked against her, using the entire length of my hard cock pinned in my pants to rub her clit, and her eyes rolled and then fluttered closed as I did it again.
“Tell me how you feel.” I whispered as I pressed my hand flat against her rib cage directly beneath her breast.
“Like I’m going to combust into flames.” She panted, opening her eyes, and staring up at me as I rolled my hips again, humping her into the desk through our jeans.
Twice now I’d touched her like this, but both times her clothes were between us, which was the safest way to ensure she was comfortable with it.
Until I could earn her trust with more than just her orgasms.
“I can feel how hot your pussy is, Dove.” I teased, “How needy it is.”
“God, yes.” She moaned, widening her legs and tilting against me so she got more pressure on her clit. “You feel so good.”
A flush of arousal colored her neck and cheeks as sweat beaded in her hairline. And she had never looked sexier to me.
Erotic.
She was so fucking erotic.
“I want to make you come.” I admitted. “I want it more than anything else.” Cupping the bottom of her breast with my hand, she arched her back, pushing it into my palm until I could feel the hard point of her nipple through her shirt and bra. “Good girl.” I praised, rocking faster.
“Fuck.” She whispered as her jaw went slack, and she tensed in my arms.
“Tell me.”
“I’m coming.” She whispered almost inaudibly, but I didn’t need to hear it to know.
I could feel it. In every nerve of my body, I could feel her orgasm cresting inside of her and tipping over the other side like a tidal wave of pleasure.
Even without orgasming myself, I felt pleasure.
Seeing her gain hers and being the one to give it to her was incredible.
“That’s it.” I commended, “That’s my good girl.”
“Oh God.” She panted, going lax in my arms, and dropping her hands to her chest as I leisurely rolled her nipple between my fingers and slowly continued to stroke my cock against her.
“Don’t ever stop.” She whined with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her lips that I eagerly tasted as I kissed her, slowing my movements and then stopping them.
Even though she told me not to stop, I wasn’t going to take it any further at her job. I shouldn’t have even taken it this far, but when she said she was wet—when she gave me that gift of communicating her feelings with me, I couldn’t tell her no.
I couldn’t resist.
“You stopped.” She pouted sweetly and opened her eyes. “You did it again.”
I stood up slowly, helping her upright as she fought to regain her equilibrium. “What did I do?”
“Made me come while taking nothing for yourself.” She stuck her bottom lip out and as I watched her freely express herself, I realized she was the most relaxed I’d ever seen her. She was communicating and depicting what she wanted and needed from me.
“You’re giving me my reward right now.”
Her brow creased in the center as she slid to her feet. “What?”
“You’re verbalizing your feelings to me.” I said, and she froze, blinking rapidly as she realized what she was doing. “And you’re alone in a room with me.” I added, raising my brow at her, “With the door shut.”
“Good gravy.” She sighed and then smirked. “I guess I wasn’t thinking about it when you led me up here. ”
“Does that mean you’re not afraid of me?” I questioned and held my breath for her answer.
“I’ve never been afraid of you.” She answered nonchalantly and then fought to hide a smirk as she adjusted her shirt. “You’re not as intimidating as you think you are.” Before she got the last word out, she fell into a fit of giggles and gave herself away.
“Funny girl.”
“Hmm. The funny girl falls for the serious man.” She hummed, tapping her finger on her chin. “How on earth do we expect that to work out?”
“I plan to distract you with so many orgasms; you don’t see my flaws.” I joked.
“And I think I plan to let you try.”