Page 33 of Desperate Haste

“I’m yours, I’m only yours.” The words come out desperate as I can feel myself starting to climb because of how hard and deep he’s fucking me. As the words fall he pauses and brings a hand back to my throat and his fingers push the back of my head up so I have to look at him.

“I know.”

With those two words, I feel myself become his. He pounds into me harder with each thrust of his hips and he uses his free hand to play with my breasts like he knows drives me crazy. Our lips crash together in frantic need and before long, we’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, falling over the edge completely. His hand grips my throat harder as he finishes inside of me and he presses his mouth to mine to stifle the cry I can no longer keep in as an orgasm rips through my body. As we both come down and work to catch our breath, he brings his hands to the edge of the desk again and slowly pulls out.

“So, you’re mine, huh?” he teases, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Oh please, I just said that in the heat of the moment.” I roll my eyes and bring my hands to his chest, giving him a gentle push.

“I don’t know, it sounded pretty sincere. Sounded like you kinda meant it for real.” He hums as I step around him and start to collect my clothes.

“Well, as you know, I don’tdorelationships. I’m strictly a one and done kind of girl.”

“And yet, that was the”—he pauses and counts on his fingers—“fourth time we’ve slept together?” He cocks his head to one side and studies me incredulously. I bend over, pick up his shirt and throw it at him, hitting him square in the face with it.

“Iamactually starving and still have time to go get food. You wanna come?”

“Give me an hour and I could come again,” he jokes and I roll my eyes again. We both get cleaned up in the private bathroom that’s inside my office and as I’m grabbing my things, he gives me a small smirk.

“What?” I ask with a huff. I’m slipping my jacket back on and running my fingers through my hair to try and make it look like he didn’t just totally fuck me on my desk.

“I think you like me,” he says with a raise of his brows.

“I do notlikeyou, I just like what your dick does to me.”

“Mmm, you say that. But I think what you mean is you likeme. It’s okay, one day you’ll say it and I’ll be here to say ‘I told you so.’”

“Hell would sooner freeze over. Remember, Malcolm,” I start, taking a step closer to him so our chests are nearly touching. “I. Don’t. Do. Relationships.” I press a finger into his chest with every word to prove my point. Then, I turn away from him to head towards the door to leave.

Before I get too far, he slaps me hard on the ass and I react by turning to punch him in the arm. Before I can land the hit, he grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest in one swift motion. I’m so taken aback by how he catches me that my eyes go wide as he brings his face close to mine.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll be here to catch you when you fall for me completely. I know the feeling well enough already.” Before I can rebuttal or tell him to not be stupid, he drops his lips to mine and kisses me hard before pulling away again. “Now turn around and walk out of here slowly, I wanna watch that sweet ass of yours from behind as we walk to lunch.”

I step away and glare at him for a second before slowly turning away to open the door. As we walk, my brain can’t help but focus on the way he just told me he was falling for me and the fact that his admission made my heart happier than it’s been in a very long time.

18

MALCOLM

1 New Message: Dungeon and Dickheads

Connie:

Are we still good for campaign night next week before Thanksgiving? No one has plans, right?

Hank:

Bailey and I will be around all week, we aren’t traveling to see her family until Christmas.

Kolbi:

Magnolia and I will be here.

Oooh, sorry dude, I’m actually going to be out of town that day. My dad needs me for something and I totally forgot it was campaign night.

Connie:

Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?

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