Page 17 of Entrapped
“Colson,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I walked over to the desk, placing the report in front of him. “I need you to double-check these figures. It’s important that everything is correct before I have the reports printed.”
He took the papers from my hand, but instead of looking at them, he set them aside. His eyes never left mine as he stood and rounded the desk, his movements slow and deliberate. The air between us thickened, the tension palpable.
“Is that all you need?” he asked, his voice low, almost a purr.
My breath hitched. I knew that tone, knew exactly what it meant. “Colson, the report?—”
He cut me off by closing the distance between us, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. The heat of his body seeped into mine, making it impossible to think of anything else. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into those intense, dark eyes that seemed to see right through me.
“Forget the report,” he murmured, his lips grazing the corner of my mouth.
Before I could respond, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue parting my lips with a hunger that took my breath away. My hands found their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as I tried to steady myself. But the feel of his hard muscles beneath my fingers only made my pulse race faster.
“Colson,” I managed to gasp as he broke the kiss, his mouth moving to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “We shouldn’t…”
He silenced me with another kiss, this one more demanding, more insistent. His hands moved down my back, trailing fire in their wake, before they reached the hem of my dress. With a swift motion, he hiked it up over my hips, his fingers brushing against the lace of my thong.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled against my skin as he slipped his hand under the lace, his fingers teasing me. “Every time I see you, all I can think about is having you like this.”
My mind was spinning, a haze of desire clouding my thoughts. “Colson, please…”
But my protest was weak, a mere whisper. I didn’t want him to stop now that he got me going. We’d had sex in his office a few times, but I preferred not to since the walls were thin.
I felt the cool air against my skin as he tugged down my thong, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The sound of his belt unbuckling sent a thrill of anticipation through me. My heart pounded in my chest, the only sound louder than my rapid breathing.
Then he was there, pressing against me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me breathless.
Colson gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he set a relentless pace. The desk creaked beneath us, the papers scattering as we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. I could feel every inch of him, the way he filled me completely, the way he claimed me with each thrust.
“Josephine,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge. I clawed at the desk, trying to hold on, but the intensity of the moment was too much. With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me spiraling into oblivion, my body trembling with release.
Colson followed moments later, his grip on me tightening as he buried himself deep inside me. For a moment, neither of us moved, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing.
Finally, he straightened, pulling out of me and adjusting his clothes as if nothing had happened. I remained bent over the desk, my body still humming from the aftershocks, trying to regain some sense of control.
When I finally stood and turned to face him, he was already back behind his desk, the report in hand, as if our passionate encounter had never taken place. He looked up at me, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Your figures look perfect,” he said, his tone all business again.
I pulled up my panties and smoothed down my dress, my cheeks flushing as I tried to compose myself. “Thank you,” I managed, my voice a little shaky.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes following me as I walked to the door. “Josephine,” he called out just as I reached for the handle.
I paused, looking back at him. “Yes?”
His gaze was intense, a promise of more to come. “Don’t forget who you belong to.”
I nodded, a mix of fear and desire twisting in my gut. I left the office without another word, my mind racing. Whatever game we were playing, I wasn’t sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But one thing was certain—Colson Ashworth had no intention of letting me go.
Colson walked through the door close to 11 p.m., the tension of his intense dinner meeting still etched on his face. As he loosened his tie, I placed the pad and pen I was using on the nightstand, trying to appear nonchalant.
“What have you been doing?” he asked, his voice gruff with exhaustion.
I tapped the pad lightly, offering a small smile. “Menu ideas for next week.”
He nodded, tossing his jacket carelessly onto the padded bench at the end of the bed. He quickly shed the rest of his clothing, scooping it up and taking it to the closet without a word.
