Page 51 of My Office Rival

He pinned me with his hips and his hands, the hardness of his erection insistent against my stomach. So close to where I needed him, and so far. He hitched me up and ground me down on him like he knew what I needed. He probably did. That one night, he’d anticipated my needs better than I had. One rock of his hips, two. I moaned. The pressure was so good.

“You like that?” His voice was thick.

“Do it again.”

He grinned savagely and pressed forward. I arched off the wall.

“I could come like this.”

“No.” His voice was forceful, and he grabbed my jaw. My heart thumped wildly, and my body thrummed with arousal.

He rolled his hips into me again, his eyes hot on mine. “You don’t come like this. You come on my cock, or not at all.”

I hated taking his orders at work, but here? Damn, it was hot.

“So, this is what you’re into?”

“It’s some of it,” he said against my neck. “I like to play, sweetheart. Now turn around.” He spun me and pressed me against the wall, his erection digging into me, his hands keeping my breasts flush to the hard surface, but my hips jutting back. I pressed back against him and he inhaled sharply. “Stop that.” He grabbed my hip, his fingers digging in almost to the point of pain. “Hands against the wall.”

I complied, shivering. Where was this going? He unzipped my skirt and pulled it down. Cool air drifted over my skin, where it was exposed under my thin tights. He hissed a breath, and then his warm palm landed on the right cheek of my ass.

“Can you handle a little pain?” His voice was tight.

“I think so.” I’d never really experimented, but I desperately wanted to.

“Let’s find out.” He breathed and smacked my ass.

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Cynthia let out a cry and then a moan.She likes this. A rush went through me at her reactions.Fuck yes.I was already impossibly hard under the fine wool of my suit, but I ignored it. The delayed pleasure was better than anything.

I smoothed a hand down that perfect curve and smacked her again, before soothing the sting with soft fingers. She shuddered and went boneless, threatening to slide to the floor.

“One more, okay?”

“This is insane,” she panted, and I grinned.

I brushed my thumb over the curve of one soft cheek, then the other. “Why insane?”

“Because I hate how cold you are at the office, but this…” She let out a breathy sigh. “This is great.”

My stomach twisted. I’d been a prick earlier. Too scared that she might have discovered how much I wanted her in control, that my client might learn my secrets.That’s no excuse.

My hand stilled, and I leaned over to press my lips to her shoulder. That perfect little divot fit my mouth so well.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed against her skin. “Forgive me?”

She stilled, as if considering.

“I’ll tell you what.” I palmed her ass again, digging in my fingers and then relaxing them, a preview of the pain to come. “Think about how much you hate me.” Another hard grasp. “Think about how much you’d like to scream in my face. How crazy I make you. How frustrated you are. Are you there?”

She gave a short nod.

“Good girl. Now—” I gently caressed the other cheek and then brought my hand back. “Let it go.”Thwap.My palm came down hard on the fleshiest part. and she screamed and went limp against the wall.

I caught her as she sank down, lifted her in my arms, carried her to the couch. She was shaking with want.

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