Page 134 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

I’d say I regret getting on my knees instead of going straight to fucking her, but I don’t. I’ll always enjoy eating her out.

And, my god, I’m going to do whatever is necessary to make sure there is a forever.

“Oliver,” she gasps. “Oliver, I’m going to come. It feels too good.”

And then she’s biting her hand so she doesn’t scream, her eyes rolling back into her head, as her orgasm washes over her. It’s a beautiful sight. Mesmerizing, even.

As she comes down, I slowly pull my fingers from her. Then I slide her leg off my shoulder, because she’s so dazed it looks like she might fall over.

When I stand up, she doesn’t even give me a split second before her arms are wrapped around my neck and she’s kissing me. She moans at her taste on my tongue, or maybe it’s because of the way I press her into the wall with my body.

I don’t care. All that matters is that I have her.Wehave her.

“Doyou want me to fuck you?”

“Ineedyou to fuck me.”

With a smirk, I wrap an arm around her waist. “Come with me.”

It’s too out in the open for what I want to do. I don’t want to have to be listening for people coming down the hallway the whole time.

I scan each of the doors we pass. Most are offices, then there are bathrooms for the staff, and then—perfect.

Dragging her through the door labeled “Maintenance,” I give the room a once-over. Empty except for shelves of cleaning supplies, toilet paper, and the works. And in the far corner, a table that’s exactly the height I’m looking for.

I lead her over to it, and then I yank her dress up, exposing her ass. She gasps, glancing at the door, but she doesn’t look too worried.

“This okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” I murmur. Then I pick her up and set her on the table. It’s not very big, so her shoulder blades hit the wall behind it when I lift her legs, placing them on my shoulders.

She lets out a surprised squeak, probably from effectively being folded in half. I run a finger down her legs, then over her clit, and she jumps.

“You ready?”

With a nod, she reaches for my pants, but I beat her to it. I shove them down with my boxers, and instantly her gaze is fixated on my cock and the way I’m pumping it with my hand.

I line myself up with her entrance, but then I stop. “Hold on to me.”

One of her hands wraps around my neck. She keeps the other on the table, gripping the edge.

Then I slide into her, kissing her bare calf as I do. I’m already drunk off of her—her taste, her smell, the way she can’t stop shaking. But when a little ”Fuck,” comes out of her mouth, it takes every ounce of my willpower to keep my pace slow.

She meets my thrusts with her own attempts, but one of her legs begins to slip off my shoulder. I grab it, putting it back in place and holding it there. She tries again, but I shake my head, leaning down and kissing her.

“Let me, princess. You can touch yourself. I want to feel you come around my dick.”

Her eyes flutter closed for a second. Then, eyes locked on mine, she uses her middle finger to circle her clit.

“That’s it,” I say, watching her, never wanting to look away. My self-control runs out, and my thrusts quicken. When Wren’s moans get louder, pride unfurls in my chest.

“It’s a good thing Elliot can’t see you,” I chide playfully. “He’d be trying to make you scream right now.”

She bites her lip to try to muffle her moans.

This entire time, she hasn’t looked away from me, and it’s made the whole thing so much more intense. When she clenches around me, I groan. She feels so warm, so right, so fucking perfect.