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  I was seriously debating how fast I could grab him when he turned and rushed back toward the doors. My attention zeroed in on the way the man walked, his ass rising and falling with every step. Leaning my head back, I bit my lip, eyes frozen.

  I didn’t even realize that he had slammed both doors closed. The only thing that broke my focus was when he turned around and my eyes found themselves locked on his cock.

  Dorian stomped back in my direction. By the time he stepped between my legs, I was sitting up and reaching for his shirt. I pulled, earning a soft chuckle from him. He smiled at me, a crooked smile that hit me hard and only served to make me needier.

  I cupped his neck and slid my lips against his. He slammed me back onto the table and covered me, every inch of him grinding into me. I shoved my hand into his short, curly hair, trying in vain to hold him still while I sucked on his tongue. He pulled back, breath stuttering, and rotated his hips slowly.

  “Dorian!”

  “Shhh.” He ran the back of his fingers down my cheek. His lips were right above my mouth, close enough to touch, making the hunger spike even as he tried to calm me down. “Slow down, baby. You have me so damned close already.”

  “Dorian, I swear to God. Either take off the clothes now, or I’m ripping through them. You know I will.”

  This time, he laughed, the sound husky and pleased. “Gotta love what I’ve turned you into little sex fiend.” He bit his lip, his eyes twinkling as he lifted himself off me and reached for the buttons on his shirt. Less than a second later, my patience snapped while he continued to look me over, those eyes roving slowly.

  “Eh.” He shook his head, taking one step back when I reached for him.

  My hands curled into fists. The muscles between my legs were too tense, throbbing too hard, and a part of me was sure that all I had to do was rotate my hips once and I’d come. Just one glide of my swollen clit against my soaked thong, that’s all it would ta—

  “Don’t you fucking dare.” Dorian glared at me, his fingers moving at top speed, almost ripping through each button as I would’ve done. He flung the button down off and stepped between my legs again.

  My eyes were riveted on his huge chest, on every grove, on the veins that ran down his lower abs and straight down into his jeans…

  He grabbed onto my ankles and pulled, effectively slamming me back onto the table.

  “Dorian…”

  “I’m going to fuck you right here. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you so hard that I hurt you, don’t you?” His hands were rough as they grabbed onto my tank top and shoved it up my body. “When I ask you a question, you answer me, Demi.”

  As sexy as I always found that commanding side of him, I never really bowed to it. Not unless his cock was inside me, doing the very thing he was talking of doing. And it wasn’t inside me right then, so my cheeky response couldn’t be helped. “It’s freaking obvious, isn’t it? What I’m wondering is why you aren’t doing so, yet?”

  Dorian pulled the tank top off, flung it, and slapped one hand hard around my thigh. Hard enough to sting and make me arch with a gasp. “Watch it.”

  “Or what?” I asked, voice raspy. “You can’t threaten me with not giving me your cock. It wants me as bad as I want it.”

  I ran a finger across his lower abs, dipping it into his jeans just a little. The fucker wasn’t wearing any boxers, I could feel it. A hiss broke out, disbelief that he’d gone through a board meeting in that state filling me.

  “I wouldn’t dream of denying you that. Not right now, at least.” Dorian forced my skirt higher, not even bothering to take it off. “But I will spank the hell out of y—” Whatever else he was going to say was lost behind a moan, his hips pushing toward me as I ran my hand down his cock. It pulsed, straining under my touch.

  “You’re wearing the bra you tried on for me.”

  I nodded, wrapping my hand around his dick. His head fell back, hips thrusting, and veins bulging everywhere as he fought to stay in control.

  “As you can see, I’m wearing the panties, too.”

  “Not for long.”

  I found myself on my back again, blinking up at the ceiling. My panties were pulled down and off me in one rough move. He pulled my bra straps down, tugging it down enough for my tits to bounce free. I looked back at him. Dorian stood stiffly, his arms flexing as he went to work on the button on his jeans.

  “So swollen. So wet.” He freed his cock and stepped between my legs.

  I moaned, the sound high pitched and shamefully wanton. My gaze took in how his swollen cock bounced in my direction, the tip blushed and dripping. “God, Dorian.”

  “I know, baby. I know.” He grabbed onto my thighs and dragged me closer, leaving my ass almost hanging off the edge. He tilted his head, staring at my pussy.

  “Please. Now.” The tremors going through me grew stronger when he grabbed onto his dick and squeezed it. Watching it jump in his fist made another moan leave me, one even needier than the last.

  “I’m going to come deep inside you.”

  I clawed at his shoulders. “Yes.”

  “Then I’m going to eat you the way I’ve been dying to.” He ran his index finger across my lower lips lightly.

  It was a whisper of a touch, but I still seized up, an orgasm starting to ripple through my clit. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Baby, more!”

  “You’re coming all over my cock. No other way.”

  And he slammed into me, his dick pushing right past my collapsed, trembling walls.

  I exploded, my muscles morphing into a tight coil of pure electricity. Even my mouth froze wide open, a scream crashing and leaking out in small spurts.

  Triumph flared in Dorian’s eyes, a savage male look that only added to my pleasure. “Yesss.” His chin rose, his teeth bared and every sinew in his neck distended from the strain. He went wild over me, hips slamming painfully. “That’s it baby. Come all over my cock. Fuck.” His head fell forward, his brow coming down. “Needed this. So much. Shit.”

  “Dorian.” My orgasm had ended, I think, but it merely blended into another one, a stronger one that I could feel building. He pushed into me, rotated his hips and hit that spot deep inside me that made my eyes roll back into my head. “Baby, your cock. Shit, too good—”

  “Look at you. You’re crazed. We both know why, Demi. You can’t live without me.”

  I pressed my lips together, desperate to hold in the truth that wanted to spill out of me. Dorian dragged me closer, his tongue flicking at my nipple. I clenched helplessly around him, afraid of him, afraid of how he made me feel, afraid of giving away too much while I was that vulnerable.

  He licked at my nipple in slow, languid strokes, his hips moving in tight circles. He looked into my eyes, his tongue glistening in the bright lights of the boardroom. When he pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connected his tongue and my nipple. The sight made me cry out, my body jerking.

  “My cock is the only cock that can give you what you need.”

  I nodded as earnestly as I could considering that my body was being slammed back and forth by the force of his thrusts.

  “Tell me how much you love it.”

  “I do, Dorian. Baby, it feels so good. But you know that.” I leaned up to him. We shared a wet, torrid kiss, our tongues rolling and mimicking our hips.

  “You’re so tight. Too tight.” Each word sounded agonized, almost as if he was on the same edge I was, his body screaming between bliss and torment. He slid his large palm down my trembling stomach, slowing down his thrusts so he could pull back and watch. “Such a pretty little cunt. I can’t wait to lick myself off you, baby.”

  “Jesus.”

  Dorian spread his legs, arching his back. He splayed his other hand across my lower back, lifting me and bringing me closer. “Delicious, that’s what you fucking are. I love this. I love pressing my fingers right here.” Still holding me to him, he stopped moving completely, his fingers sliding down and caressing my lips. “I love feeling my cock
slamming in and out of you. It barely fucking fits. You feel that, baby? Feel how tight you’re squeezing down on me? How big my cock is compared to you?”

  I sobbed, hands and legs locking on him. “Move. Damn you, move.”

  He refused to move anything but his fingers, his dick throbbing involuntarily inside me. The feeling of those throbs coupled with my own made me feel too connected to him.

  “I’m so close. Make me come again. Fuck me, please.”

  Dorian shook his head, a hard, determined look on his face. His jaw jumped on either side, the strain of staying still showing itself. “No. Not unless you admit it.”

  “This again?” I growled at him, frustrated. Why did it always come down to this? What exactly did he want from me? And if it was what I thought, why the fuck didn’t he ask me when we weren’t in the middle of having sex?

  Damn him.

  “Say you’re mine, baby.”

  I bit my lip, feeling tears of frustration prickling at the back of my eyes. I tried to pull him closer, tried to kiss him so I could wordlessly give him the answer he needed. There was no way I could tell him out loud, not without spilling a million other things I wasn’t even sure of yet.

  Dorian rubbed my clit softly, another tease that sent ripples through me. “You’ll never belong to anyone else. I own you. Possess you. Every drop of my cum inside you marks you as mine. That’s why you beg me for it. You can’t live without this. Admit it, Demi.”

  He slammed into me once, twice…stopped.

  “Uh, yeah. More. Dorian, I’m yours.” I gave in, gave him what he wanted, writhed desperately, begging him with every move to give me what I needed. “Yours. All yours, baby.”

  “Oh, fuck yes,” Dorian growled, grabbing onto my hips and commanding our rhythm ferociously.

  My ass and legs slammed onto the boardroom table so hard that I knew I’d be bruised, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck. I could feel my orgasm building. The tip of his dick pressed against the deepest part of me with each thrust, the pain adding to my mindfuck.

  “I need you and your beautiful cock.” I felt him grab my neck, fist my hair, pulling me up so he could seal his mouth over mine. His body didn’t slow or relent in its violent movements, but his tongue was soft, stroking mine lovingly. He ran his thumb over my nipple, just once but enough to make me clench helplessly around him.

  For a moment, I was left dangling, my orgasm on the cusp. My heart sputtered within my ribcage, struggling to keep up with the pressure about to burst inside me.

  “Getting even tighter. Fuck,” he moaned, relentless. “You want my cum? Take it. Take it from me…God, I feel your pussy trembling all around my cock. Squeeze harder baby. Take my cum, fucking force it out of me.”

  My body couldn’t have taken his command more seriously. The pleasure pulsed through me, pain flowing along with it as all the blood in my body slammed from my pussy back to my heart.

  Dorian lifted his leg, bracing his knee on the table. Incoherent, he slammed deeper, somehow pushing farther than he should have been able to. He cried out my name, a pained groan that made me shiver in his arms. He came with a forceful thrust, his cock pulsing so hard I felt it deep inside my pussy.

  I struggled to breathe, my heart hammering inside my chest. He collapsed on me, his heart beating just as hard. Black spots danced before me as I strained to steady my vision. It was futile; all the energy in my body had erupted out of me along with that last orgasm. I felt Dorian shift against me and then I didn’t feel anything other than exhaustion for a few seconds.

  4

  The semi-darkness and numbness receded when I felt Dorian pull away from me. Practically boneless, I could do nothing but whimper as he latched onto my calves and spread my legs once more. Remembering his promise made me try and close them, but he held them open and leaned down.

  My brain rejected the possibility of another orgasm right then. I felt him spread my lower lips, his fingers teasing me.

  “Dripping my cum. Perfect.”

  My back bowed. Dorian covered my pussy with his lips, sucking softly on my clit. My legs all but convulsed around him. He slipped his hands under my knees, holding my legs up and apart. He sucked each of my lips in turn, his hum tickling the too sensitive nerves of my clit.

  “Oh, Dorian.”

  “So good. I missed this pussy so much, baby.”

  “Wait. Dorian. Ohhh God, it’s too much!” Even as I begged for mercy, my hips were raising, thrashing against his face, asking for more. He groaned between licks, his tongue tracing my quivering slit.

  “Shit, baby. I really can’t.” I pulled on his hair, trying to tug him away. The next second, I was pushing his face closer, desperate, so ready to come…God, so fucking close…This orgasm was going to hurt. I could feel it, and it made me want it that much more.

  Dorian slid one finger into me, then two. He scissored them, spreading me, pressing against my G-spot… “Yes. Yes, fuck yes!”

  “Squirt for me, baby. All over my tongue.” His tongue snaked around my clit, flicking it over and over, his fingers relentless inside me. His hungry mouth felt so good. Jesus the way he sucked on me…

  “Coming. Fucking comi—” I froze. Pleasure burned through me, leaving me a jerking mess against his fingers.

  “Love feeling you come. God…come here, baby.”

  I was still convulsing when he rose above me and fitted his cock inside me. The merciless brute used all his strength to pound into me, until I could do nothing but hold onto him as he roughly took me.

  I was past the point of sounds and on the verge of losing my ability to breathe. There was no way I could come again, my body just wasn’t able to. That didn’t diminish the pleasure in the least. Each stab of his cock rocked us both.

  Dorian heaved over me, grunting, groaning—a brutal, beautiful, male beast that was all mine.

  “Give me your cum,” I managed to gasp, bringing him closer.

  “Demi!”

  I held onto him with all I had, watching his gorgeous face fall apart and feeling him erupt inside me. His satisfaction thrummed through me, leaking into me. His dick throbbed so hard, I felt a mini-orgasm pulse inside of me.

  Dorian fell onto me, his eyes hooded. He held onto my stare, panting as he leaned into me and kissed me softly. The way his lips brushed across mine made my chest tighten. He lifted me off the table and right into his embrace. One of his big hands cradled the back of my head. He nuzzled my neck, inhaling me.

  My heart thudded inside me. Emotions were spiraling out of control, choking the ever living fuck out of me. Still swallowing, I managed to whisper, “I missed you so much.”

  Dorian hummed, hugging me tighter. “Same here. I can’t believe that I just attacked you on the boardroom table.”

  “Actually, I think I’m the one that attacked you first.”

  He chuckled, stepping back.

  “There wouldn’t happen to be any cameras in here…are they?”

  Dorian gave me a disbelieving look. “Baby, as much as I needed you right then, do you really think I would’ve fucked you if there was a chance of us being watched? As if I’m going to let anyone else see you like that.”

  I nodded, unable to look away as he grabbed his dick and slid it back into his pants. “I really want to suck it.” I slapped my hand over my mouth, unable to believe that I’d just blurted that out. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was near-comatose from the sex we’d had, yet my mouth was still hungry for more?

  Dorian froze in the middle of slipping on his button-down. He was facing away from me, but I could still see that his jaw was ticking. Then, with a shake of his head, he buttoned up his shirt and rushed toward where his phone had landed. Once it was in his hand, he stalked back to me. That harsh, horny look was back on his face.

  He fisted my hair and gave me a soft, possessive kiss. “Put these on. I need to get you home now.” He helped me step into my panties and reached for my tank top while I shakily adjusted my bra. He gave me o
ne more kiss then took a step back. “I hate this shit. I am sick of having to hide and keep my hands off you.”

  I gave him a reassuring smile and tried to keep my liquefied legs from collapsing on me as we walked out of the boardroom. Running my fingers through my hair was futile, I knew this, but I couldn’t stop myself from trying to fix the mess that it was.

  “Dorian,” I said. “There are definitely cameras out here and we just walked out of there together, alone, and…” I took a deep breath, knowing that this was most likely not the best time to bring this up. “I think Jocelyn suspects something.”

  Because I’m a possessive brat when it comes to you and I wanted her to.

  Fuck.

  Dorian looked down at me. “Baby, I frankly don’t care anymore. We just need to be the ones to tell your dad, and we have to convince him to be alright with it. Other than that, I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say about us. I want to be with you, and that’s that.”

  He held my hand the whole way back, only letting go when we turned the corner leading back toward his office. I walked a few steps behind him, my heart in my throat. I could feel the stupid, besotted look on my face, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the back of his head. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jocelyn staring at us.

  “Ms. Logan, I’m leaving for the day.”

  “Yes, Mr. Sorenson.”

  I could tell that Jocelyn was throwing me a part curious and wholly malicious look, one that I studiously ignored. If I looked at her, I was going to definitely give something away. I just knew it.

  Dorian walked straight toward his desk once we were in his office, and he picked up the two bags I’d left on it. His eyebrows rose when he spied the size of my Victoria’s Secret bag and I felt my face heat up a bit. The smile on his face became mischievous.

  I found myself returning it.

  He stopped in front of me and handed me both bags. “Is all this for me?”

  I scoffed. “What are you talking about? This is for me and only me.”