Page 115 of Brassy Bigwig

His eyes speak to me, saying everything I’ve wanted to hear from him for the past two weeks.

He’s sorry. He was an idiot. He should have had faith in me. He knows he fucked up, and he will have to earn back my trust.

Then his gaze turns dark, and he removes his hands from the wall, gripping my shirt in both of his fists. My breathing increases as my heart beats faster than it ever has before. I no longer want to run. I don’t want to cast D from my life. I lose my hold on the barricade around my heart I have struggled to keep in place over the last two weeks, and it comes crashing down.

“I fucking love you, Chloe.”

The ferocity in his voice heats me from within. There is a fire in his eyes I’ve only seen once before, when he chased me around his penthouse before completely and thoroughly ravaging my body in ways I never thought were possible.

“I protect what’s mine, and I will never apologize for that. That’s all I was trying to do for you. I’m not always going to make the right choices, but my actions will never be against you. Everything I do, I do it with you in mind. With our future in mind. Because we will have a future together, Chloe.”

My heart swells at the thought of a future with D. It always has. Shelby was right, from the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew. He is my future, and nothing else will ever compare to him.

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go again. I don’t care if I have to tie you to the bed in my penthouse and fuck you until you forget why you were angry in the first place. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck this insane notion of you leaving me right out of your head. I’ll—”

“Dimitrios,” I interrupt his monologue, and he stops, his eyes never leaving mine. “I fucking love you back.”

A split second later, D has me in his arms. I drop my purse to the floor and curl myself around his muscular body, my flip-flops flying to the ground. With a kiss more passionate than any we’ve shared before, he carries me back across the lobby toward his office. He kicks the door closed behind us and turns the lock into place.

He walks us to his desk and sits me down on its surface. With one quick motion, he sends everything on it crashing to the floor. None of it is important. The only thing that matters right now is him and I and reconciling our feelings in the only way we know how.

D takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head quickly. As he begins to unhook my bra, I reach for the button of his pants. His belt is still undone from a moment ago. I can’t believe he’s even ready to go again. But when I unzip his pants and they fall to the floor, the outline of his dick through his boxer briefs confirms he’s rock hard and more than ready for round two. I reach between his legs and cup his fabric covered balls, delighting in the moan that escapes his lips.

When my bra is off, D gently pushes me backward so I’m laying across the surface of his desk. Once he removes his own shirt, his hands fly to the button of my jeans, and he pulls the loose denim and my underwear down my legs in one swift motion. The last thing to come off is his boxers. Once he’s free of them, he grabs my legs around the backs of my knees and pulls me forward.

“Chloe, I’ve been so lost without you the past two weeks. I’ve dreamt of you every day and night. Dreamt of holding you, fucking you, tasting you.”

“Me too. I need you so bad right now.”

He places his index and middle fingers into his mouth and lathers them up with his saliva. It’s completely unnecessary as I’m already sopping wet for him, but it’s hot as hell to watch him, so I don’t say anything.

He reaches in between our bodies and plunges his fingers through my opening.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet.”

“It was so painful without you, D. See what you do to me?”

Removing his fingers, he replaces them with his dick. The pleasurable pain I feel as he fills me after two long weeks is staggering. Completely unimaginable. He drives his hips back and forth, giving me little time to get used to the size of him all over again. But I don’t care. I need it. I crave it. I wrap my legs around his torso as he lays his body over mine. Cupping my cheeks, he holds my stare as he continues pounding into me over and over again.

I can feel my first orgasm build within me quickly. Placing my hand on his cheek, I pull him toward me and kiss him like my life depends on it. As he pushes me higher, my breathing grows heavier. I break away from his lips, gasping for air.

“D, fuck. Don’t stop,” I moan.

“Never, théa. I’ll never stop.”

“I’ve missed hearing you call me that.”

My admission spurs on his thrusting. I didn’t think he could move any faster than he already was. When he leans down and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, it feels like electricity jolts through my body until it homes in on my core, and my orgasm tears through me.

D groans as I clench around his dick. He holds his breath as the added friction pushes him toward the edge. One more thrust and he’s coming inside of me, spewing like a geyser. With one final exhale, his body collapses onto mine. I feel him trembling, and I wonder if that’s the biggest orgasm he’s ever had before. Mine certainly felt like it.

“Come here,” he pants, lifting me from the desk and carrying me to the sofa.

He lays me down, and the leather helps to cool my feverish body. When D pulls out of me, I can feel our joint warmth leaking out from my core.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he orders me.

I admire his taut back and ass as he walks behind his desk and picks something up before returning to the sofa holding a box of tissues.

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