Page 37 of Ruined Promises

Ihad stood behind her, watching as she admired her surroundings. That red dress clung to her slender figure, and those heels had me as hard as the ground we walk on.

It’s been two hours after her confession—Cal is not her boyfriend. It was all a fucking setup.

Two hours of watching her mingle.

Two hours of her ignoring me, although I don’t blame her. I’ve been an asshole for the past few weeks—pissed at myself for my stupid rules I set in place when all I wanted was her. I thought I had lost her, but in fact, she was still single. It makes my blood boil when I think about the way he touched her and kissed her as if she were his. I clench my fist at the memory.

I’ve stood at the bar opposite where she had run off to, chatting with guests and meeting spouses and significant others all night. I chug the rest of my whiskey and set the empty glass on the bar top. I button my suit coat and make my way over toward where Lexi stands with fellow employees. Lexi currently has my back to her, but Ashley and Amy, whom she is speaking with, notice me and greet me with a smile.

“Excuse me, ladies, sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Lexi here for a moment.” She shivers with my breath against her skin.

“Oh, of course,” and “No problem,” they respond at the same time while Lexi seems unsure of herself. I place my hand on her lower back and escort her out of the room in the direction of my office. The lights are low, the only glow coming from the night lights. We roped off the office area to keep employees from fraternizing outside of the party, but fuck those rules. Lexi and I do not need an audience for this.

I ignore her pleas to stop and talk to her. We’ve beaten around the bush, and now after her confession, I am a man on a mission with one goal in mind—her. Her friends thought I needed a push; well, here goes jumping out of an airplane without a parachute.

“Ben. It’s the damn Christmas party. Can’t whatever you have to say to me wait until Monday?”

“No,it can’t.” I shut the door behind her a little harder than I planned,causingher to jump. I stalk toward her, throwing my jacket on the chair, her eyes following my every move. Even in the darkness, I can see her pulse racing and her chest heaving.

“Well, what is it?” Her voice trails off as I slowly roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt. Her eyes dart to the ink on my arms, and she bites her lip. She backs up toward the window, and I follow like a predator stalking its prey. “What is so important that can’t wait until Monday?”She’s doing a shitty job at keeping her voice calm. I can feel the need vibrating off her words.

“This.” Before I give her time to respond, I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull my mouth to hers.

I pinch her bottom lip between my teeth, and when she gasps, I take advantage of her parted lips and slide my tongue into her mouth.

I kiss her as if my life depends on it. As if we were just told that an asteroid was about to collide with Earth, and I want to spend my last waking moments on this Earth kissing her so that her taste is forever branded on my lips.

After a few minutes, I pull back, peppering kisses along her jaw.

“It’s not enough.”

“What’s not enough,” she breathes against my lips.

“Kissing you—it’s not enough. I thought I could satisfy my craving by kissing you.” I press another soft kiss to her lips. “But now that I’ve had a taste, Ineedmore.”

I claim her lipshungrily, desperate to taste her, to have her again. Lexi lets out a soft whimper when I deepen the kiss, and I know I am royally fucked.This one time will never be enough.I grab her waist, pulling her close to me, the evidence of how turned on I am poking her. When I reach under her thighs and lift her, she instinctively wraps her toned legs around my waist. I press her up against the window. She arches off the cold glass, leaning more into my touch.

Anyone could come in search of us, and honestly, I don’t fucking care.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined bending you over this desk and burying myself deep between those gorgeous legs?” I drag my tongue down her neck, her pulse convulsing under my tongue, and I can’t wait for her clit to do the same.

“Well, what are you waiting for.”

In a heated passion, I spin us around. With one hand wrapped firmly around her waist, I use my other hand to push everythingoff my desk. Not giving a shit about the loud crash, I lay her down on the large desk, and she leans back on her elbows. I stand back, taking her in— her lips swollen from my kisses and her skin flushed from her arousal.

She starts to kick off her heels, and I stop her. “No, leave those on. They’re sexy as fuck.”

I trail my hands up her legs, pressing my thumb into her skin, massaging her legs as I reach her thighs, giving her a preview of what I plan to do to her body.

Lexi pushes up on her arms, closing the distance between us. I can feel her warm breath over my lips as I continue to tease her.

“Ben.” I wanted to hear my name on her lips like this. Not in a professional way but in pleasure. Her voice is full of want and need. I crash my lips to hers and pull her to the edge of the desk and flush against my body.

I lace my fingers in her hair and tug. She tilts her head up at the slight pressure, giving a heavy sigh. I take advantage of the new access as I kiss her jaw and down her slender neck. Nipping, licking, sucking—with every intention of making her mine.

“Ben,” she moans again. She continues to press her pussy against the rigid outline of my cock. He is begging to be free, pushing against the zipper of my dress pants. There are too many barriers between us. Now that we have gotten rid of the barrier keeping us apart, it’s time to rid us of these clothes. Her legs wrap back around my hips.

With her dress now bunched up around her hips, her lace panties are on display. Our eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and with the light coming in through the windows from the mood, I can see the darkened spot in the center of the black lace, telling me how bad she wants this to happen, too. Finally, I get to have her and not just the fantasy in my head, with my hand wrapped around my erection wishing it was her, or her mouth or her pussy. I drag my thumb over the damp spot, her juices leaking through the material. I bring the thumb to my mouth, sampling her sweetness. But I’m ready to sample straight from the source.

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