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FORD

M y blood is burning, my cock swollen and aching against the waistband of my expensive suit pants, my gaze locked onto Faith. Faith, who’s just surprised the fuck out of me with what she’s said in that text. It obviously wasn’t meant for me, but goddamn am I glad she made that mistake.

I prowl towards her, watching every reaction she has. The widening of her eyes, pupils blooming until the black nearly swallows the blue, the goosebumps traveling over her arms, and the thrumming pulse in her throat.

I don’t sit back down in my seat. Instead, I stride to her, leaning down and bracing my hands on the arms of her chair, blocking her in. Her breaths are ragged and quick, and I can’t help but notice the way her breasts rise and fall beneath her silky blouse.

She’s so goddamned gorgeous.

“You going to fight me, baby?” I ask, my voice low even to my own ears. The pet name slips out without my consciously meaning to say it, but it feels right.

“W-what?” Faith stammers out, blinking up at me.

“You heard me,” I say. “Are you going to fight me? Go ahead, baby. Hit me. Let me feel all that anger you’ve got for me, huh?”

“No, I-I can’t fight you,” she gasps, her fingers tightening on the arms of the chair, her hands so close to mine that it takes all my self-control not to grab her. “Ford, what are you doing? You can’t be serious.”

“You’re the one that said it, Faith,” I remind her, smirking down at her. “Don’t know whether to fight me or fuck me, right? So, what’s it going to be?”

“Look, I’m sorry about the text. It was meant for my best friend, and I know it was completely unprofessional and ridiculous, but God, you just get under my skin, Ford,” Faith rushes to say, far more flustered than I’ve ever seen her. It’s fascinating watching that carefully crafted professionalism falter, and I want to see everything underneath. I want to strip her down and see her at her most bare, see her shuddering and speechless and defenseless for me.

I want to make her mine.

“So, not fighting then,” I muse, leaning closer, so close that her breath puffs against my lips. I want to taste her so badly it hurts . “That leaves us with one other option, baby.”

“Ford…” she whispers, trembling now. Her plush lips are parted with those uneven breaths, and she’s leaning towards me now a little, arching towards me like she craves this just as much as I do.

“Tell me no, then, Faith,” I challenge. I want this, I want her, but if she doesn’t want it, then I’ll force myself to walk away. Her consent matters more than anything to me.

I wait a beat, tension hanging heavy between us, giving her time to tell me no, to stop this completely.

But Faith presses her lips together, trapping any words in, refusing to back down like always.

My stubborn little angel.

“Ah, I see,” I whisper, my lips skimming hers with every low word. “So it’s ‘fuck’ then.”

At that word, Faith shudders, a full-body shiver that makes me groan. I need to have her. I suddenly can’t stand another second when I’m not touching her.

She gasps as I pounce, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to me. Her arms and legs wrap around me instinctively, the position pressing her core to the aching length of my cock. Even through our clothes, I can feel her heat.

Our mouths crash together as I set her on the table, the height perfect for her to keep her legs wrapped around my waist. One of my hands is on her thigh, the other tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, angling her so I can deepen the kiss.

Her tongue strokes against mine, and I groan deep in my chest at the taste of her. Mint and something sweet, uniquely Faith . She whimpers so prettily against me when I nip her bottom lip, and I swallow the sound hungrily.

She squirms against me, and I rock my hips forward, both of us mindlessly seeking friction, seeking contact, seeking more.

I need to know if she’s as desperate for this as I am, if she’s wet and needy for me, if she’d be as hot and soft against my touch as I imagine she is.

“Tell me I can touch you,” I groan against her mouth, my hand wandering up her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. “I need to make you come, baby.”

She whimpers, her hips shifting as my hand skims closer to where she wants me.

“Yes,” she whispers back breathily. “Touch me.”

I don’t waste a single second. I slide my hand up her skirt, her skin so fucking soft and warm beneath my palm. My fingers drag over her center, feeling the damp fabric of her panties that separate me from paradise.

“Oh baby, you’re soaked,” I say, lust filling me completely. “So needy for me.”

“Ford, please,” Faith gasps as I tease her through her underwear.

“You beg so pretty for me.”

I give her exactly what she wants, pushing the wet fabric to the side and slipping two fingers into her wet heat.

We moan in sync, her from the pleasure of being filled, me from the feeling of her wrapped around my fingers. My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants, begging to be surrounded by her.

But not yet. This is about Faith. About showing her just how good I can make her feel, how good I can look after her.

I fuck her with my fingers while she squirms and gasps. It’s obvious she’s trying to keep quiet, and though logically, I know we should be trying to stay quiet and avoid being caught, logic went out the window the second Faith sent that text. I want her screaming my name, moaning loud for me, but instead I press my free hand over her mouth and feel her gasp into my palm.

My thumb finds her clit, and her eyes fall closed, her hips moving with me as she chases her pleasure.

“Come all over my hand, baby,” I growl.

She shatters, her teeth digging into my palm to muffle her scream, as she follows my request perfectly like the good girl she is.

I open my mouth to praise her, but a rough knock on the door interrupts me. Both of us go stock still, my fingers still inside her, and her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.

“This room is booked!” a male voice shouts, breaking the silence.

I recognize who it is instantly, cursing under my breath as I release Faith. Unable to help myself, I lick the taste of her off my fingers, groaning at her flavor.

“Whoever’s in there, you need to leave! My room booking started five minutes ago!” Tom calls, his voice grating on my nerves for the second time this morning.

Faith’s eyes are wide and glassy from the combination of shock and lingering pleasure, and I’ve never wanted to fight Tom more than I do at this moment.

“Hello?!” he calls again, sounding more exasperated by the second.

Faith’s shoulders begin to shake, and she slaps her hand over her mouth. For a second, a spark of fear goes through me as I think she’s crying. Then, the quietest giggle slips past her fingers, and I realize she’s not upset at all. She’s laughing. My lips quirk up in a smirk as I pin her with a be quiet look that lacks any actual sternness. I try to swallow down my own laughter, forcing myself to look away from her so we don’t give ourselves away.

“I never thought I’d say this,” I whisper under my breath, regret heavy in my tone. “But get dressed, baby, as fast as you can.”

As though she’s only just realized her heels are on the floor and her skirt is rucked up and messy, Faith jumps into action. Unable to keep delaying this, I run a hand through my hair, smooth down the front of my pants, and then head to the door.

Just as I unlock and open the meeting room door, Faith curses and squeals. My gaze snaps away from Tom’s disgruntled face to my girl, who’s currently falling through the air, one heel on her foot, the other flying off and landing on the carpet halfway across the room. Clearly, trying to hurry and put heels on is not a good combination.

Without thought, I reach for her, grabbing her around the waist before she can fall on her face. She falls into my arms with a soft oof , and for a second that stretches on for what feels like an hour, her face is pressed against my chest, and my hands grip her small waist tightly, possessively.

A loud cough breaks the moment, and we both turn to see Tom frowning at us, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on his face. Faith straightens her spine, raising her chin as she scrambles out of my arms, despite the fact I had no desire to let her go. She meets Tom’s eyes, though her cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Ensuring she’s steady, I retrieve her other heel and help her slip it on.

“Sorry about that,” Faith says, breaking the tense silence. “I’m not usually so clumsy.”

“Right…” Tom murmurs in response, glancing between the two of us.

He opens his mouth as though he’s going to ask something, and I can’t risk that.

“Apologies for overstaying our time,” I say, my voice smooth and professional as though we haven’t just been caught, as I stride towards the door. He has to move out of the way for Faith and me to rush through, clutching a file to his chest like he’s worried her ‘clumsiness’ is contagious. “We had a lot to work through.”

Without another word, I subtly nudge Faith and walk away down the hall, her hot on my heels and Tom’s stare burning a hole into my back. Goddamn, I really don’t like that man.

I hear the meeting room door close behind us and quickly glance around to make sure nobody else is lingering within earshot.

“Text me your address and be ready at seven tonight,” I tell Faith, thoroughly enjoying the way her eyes widen and her pink lips pop open. Her pupils are still blown out, and if I could, I’d throw her over my shoulder and take us both home right fucking now.

“What? Why?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

I grin, stepping close to her so she has to tip her head back to look up at me. “Because I’m not done with you yet,” I say. “Fuck, baby, I don’t think I ever will be.”

She smirks, and my heart tries to throw itself out of my chest with how hard it beats for her. “Oh really? And if I don’t follow your instructions?”

A smirk takes over my face as I pretend to think about it. “Well, then you might not get the budget you need for that campaign,” I answer teasingly, ensuring my tone implies the fact that I’m not serious. I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants if she so much as bats those lashes at me, but teasing her back is so much fun.

With a wink, I turn on my heel and walk away, just in time to see a colleague walk in our direction. I greet them as though I didn’t just have my fingers buried in my dream girl and my head isn’t filled with all the filthy things I want to do to her later tonight.

I can’t wait.