Page 66 of The Burdens We Share
Tears sting the backs of my eyes as I ask, “And you coincidentally started a partnership with Selene?”
He shakes his head, “Nothing is a coincidence with us, Ivory. I found that when I was losing my shit or close to losing my shit, I’d open your file. It was like every time I was dangerously close to the edge, you were there to pull me back and you didn’t even know it.”
The tears start falling. I had not the slightest idea. This man has been hurting so badly for so long and I didn’t know. “Why did you start working with Selene?”
A weak smile takes over his perfect face, “I couldn’t take seeing you in photos anymore. I wanted to see you in person even if I wasn’t good enough to actually have you.”
I shake my head at him, “You were good enough, Dallas. Youaregood enough.”
He scoffs as if he doesn’t believe me. “I’m not. Sometimes I feel tremendous guilt when it comes to you because you have this light in you and I feel like me even standing in the same room as you dulls it.”
“How can you say that?”
“It’s the truth, Ivory. I’ve never deserved you,” I can see in his eyes that he truly believes every word.
I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off, “I have to say this one last part and then you can tell me you hate me and never want to see or hear from me again.” I know that nothing he can say could ever make me hate him, but I let him talk. “I was infatuated with you from the minute I saw you and not for the same reason anyone who looks at you is. Yes, you’re absolutely drop dead gorgeous and a single smile of yours could save the world, but I could see the same pain in your eyes that I saw in mine in the mirror. Your pain called to my pain and I just needed to have you in any way I could. When the file wasn’t enough for me anymore, I started working with Selene and the plan was always to remain professional and observe you from a distance. But then that wasn’t enough either. I think Selene knew from the very beginning what my intentions were and I think that’s why she called me right away when you told her you were being stalked. She knew I would’ve done any and everything in my power to protect you, no matter the cost and I selfishly took the position to be close to you.” He paused for a moment before adding, “You can hate me. I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I manipulated my way into your life, but Ivory, I was always planning on telling you. Especially when things started to get serious between us. I just didn’t know how to.”
I rise from my seat in his chair and close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning into his lips, capturing them with mine. I kiss him slowly at first, the salty taste of my tears on both of our lips and tongues as he finds mine. His hands find the curve of my waist and hold me close to his body and I completely melt into him. Our kiss starts off slow but quickly becomes heated from the intensity of our emotions.
Kissing starts to not feel like enough and I suddenly needto feel his bare skin on mine more than I need air to breathe. I reach for his tie with hurried fingers, making quick work of undoing it before reaching for the buttons on his dress shirt. I break the kiss for a split second to glance down at his shirt, hoping to undo the buttons faster if I can actually see them. He reaches for my wrists and stops my hands and I instinctively look up at him. “I need to know if you hate me,” he asks, his usual controlled expression poisoned by doubt.
I tilt my head at him with a teasing smirk, “Would I have just kissed you like that if I hated you?”
“I’m being serious, Ivory,” his voice is stern. He needs reassurance.
I give it to him, my expression going serious. “I’m annoyed that you didn’t tell me about any of this earlier. Especially because we’ve been getting so serious. But I could never hate you. Not for something like this.”
He releases my wrists, “I promise you there will never be any secrets between us again and that I will make this up to you.”
Now he’s piqued my interest, “How do you plan on doing that?”
He rises from his angled position to full height, looming over me. His fingers trail over my hip until his hand is on the curve of my waist and he surprises me by wrapping his arms around me and spinning me so fast as if he’s a cobra striking on its prey and lays me down on the surface of his desk. He leans down and kisses my lips, my jaw, my neck, all of my exposed skin, until he wants more. He then reaches behind my neck and unties my cream-colored halter top, pulling it down to reveal my breasts. His mouth closes over a nipple and I moan in ecstasy as his other hand reaches for my other breast and starts gently pinching the stiff peak.
He licks and teases my breasts all while the valley between my thighs aches with need. As if sensing my desperation, he lowersone hand until it dips inside my jeans and under my panties, gooseflesh forming on my skin from his featherlight touch. His fingers run through my slick folds and he groans against my lips, “Always so wet for me, Little Devil.” His voice is thick with lust and I want so badly to make a bratty comment to remind him he wants me just as badly as I want him when all logical and rational thought escapes me from the sudden entrance of his fingers inside my pussy.
I moan as his thumb finds my clit, massaging the sensitive bud as his fingers start moving inside of me, finding a perfect rhythm. I grind my center into him, desperate for more friction as if I’m not already getting enough. He kisses my jaw and I can feel his smirk on my skin, “My needy girl,” he breathes into my skin.
His fingers find a rhythm so perfect, he’s playing me like an instrument and each thrust of his fingers, each pulse of his thumb on my clit, and each curl of his digits against that sensitive part inside of me elicits sweet music from me. In a matter of moments, I feel warmth growing at my center, an orgasm building inside of me. He senses it and increases his speed until I’m crying out, my back arching off the desk as the orgasm finds me and takes over my whole body, my limbs shaking with pleasure. He slows his movements until the effects of my orgasm fully leave me and only then does he withdraw his fingers from inside of me, bringing them up to his lips to taste me. The sight alone has me nearly coming again, but I’m still catching my breath from the first one.
When he’s finished sucking my juices from his fingers, he grins down at me, “Your pussy is absolutely divine, Little Devil. If I could only have one meal for the rest of my life, it would be you.”
My cheeks flame at the filthiness of his words, but his praise has my panties soaking through. I’m sure my orgasm didn’t helpmuch with that. “Don’t tempt me,” my voice comes out breathy.
A wicked gleam flashes behind his eyes and he pounces, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them off my legs with impressive speed. He rips my panties in half and I gasp in shock, my eyes flicking up to meet his, “What the-”
I’m cut off by his cock sheathing itself inside of me in one fell swoop, a loud moan escaping my lips as my head rolls back. Fuck it feels good to be full of him. “Eyes on me,” he commands and I must say, obedience only looks good on me when it’s for this God above me. He pulls out for a second and slams back into me, his thighs slapping against the skin of my ass.
He wraps his arms around my thighs and tugs me closer to the edge of the desk so that my bottom half hangs off before he places my legs on his shoulders so he can thrust into me deeper. I grip the edge of the desk with white-knuckled fingers as he starts to move in and out of me, his skin slapping against mine, and his eyes never leaving my face. With our size difference, my heels are on each side of his face and he’s so deep inside me I can feel him in my stomach. “Oh fuck,” I moan.
“I know, baby. Tell me how much you love when I fuck you,” he demands, his voice deep and breathy.
He pounds into me so fast that if he continues, I’ll be orgasming in a matter of seconds. “I love when you fuck me,” I struggle to get the words out around breaths.
Dallas grins, satisfied by my obedience, “Good girl,” he continues ruthlessly fucking me until that familiar warmth returns to my belly and I feel another orgasm creeping up on me.
“Oh my God, Dallas. I’m gonna come,” I moan.
“Come on my cock,” he encourages.
