Page 21 of Between Desire and Denial
“Then they’ll see that you don’t need to go on any dates. They’ll see you have a man willing to take care of your every need right here.” My thumb slid across her smooth, soft skin and inched higher up her thigh. She whimpered at my touch and her hands fell to my shoulders. “This isn’t right, and you know it. We can’t sneak around in the middle of a workday and—”
I tore her leggings just enough so I could push her panties to the side and graze my hand over her pussy. “You must like sneaking around because you’re soaked. Or do you just get like that when I’m around, Olive Honey?”
“It’s not for you,” she said, like she was trying to keep her dignity, but her thigh wrapped around my hip, and she rocked against my hand.
“Bullshit.” Olive was as hungry for sex with me as I was for her. Her eyes glazed over as I worked her clit back and forth andthen slid a finger inside her. She was climbing closer and closer to the edge.
“What if it’s not you? Maybe I just like the rush of doing something here, Dimitri. Don’t you?” She gripped the lapels of my suit. “I want it here. Right here, right now. And I want you to show me you want it too, like you can’t wait another second for it.”
I hummed, “So you want to seemelose control? Want me to fuck you where everyone might find us?”
Her gaze was hooded, and her skin shimmered with the faintest glow of sweat. “Yes. Please. Show me, please.”
Her words held weight, held emotion I wanted to dig into, but now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to show her she’d get everything from me. I wanted to fuck the confidence into Olive that she needed. I wanted to show her that no man should ever deny her or make her feel like she was less than flawless. “I’m never going to resist anything when it comes to you, Olive.”
“Good,” she whispered before her hands went to my belt buckle. I let her undo my pants while I kissed her neck. She gripped my cock and moaned, “You’re so big, Dimitri.”
I ripped her leggings further. “You like how big it feels? You want me to bend you over that desk and remind you?”
“Yes.” She nodded fast. “Fuck me over it. Please.”
She chanted the words as I pulled her over to the large mahogany desk and turned her to face the door. We both were looking at the entrance to the room, knowing it wasn’t locked, that anyone could come in at any time. Yet my cock was out and throbbing, my body wound tight from her ignoring me, from wanting her, from seeing her but not being able to have her everywhere over the last three weeks.
She placed her hands on the dark wood, and I leaned over her, pulling her leggings and panties down, and then nudgingthe tip of my cock to her entrance. “Olive, I hope someone comes in.”
She whipped her head around and glared at me. “You should have locked the door. No one better see us.”
I laughed before I grabbed her curls and pulled so her back would arch that ass out just for me. “I’m not stopping even if someone does see, Olive.” I slammed into her, wanting her to feel every inch of me at once.
She gasped loudly and dug her nails into the wood. I hoped they left indents. “I’ll fuck you anywhere. In a dark hotel room or in the light of day in front of this whole office. You know why?” I thrust in and out again, and she moaned, rolling her hips. “Because I want everyone to know I’m sleeping with you. I’m going to continue to sleep with you. And I’m going to fuck you till you understand I’m the only one who can do it this good.”
“Oh, God. It’s too good. I can’t wait, Dimitri. I’m going to lose it.”
“Come on me, Olive.” I smacked her ass once, then twice. “Give me all of it.”
That’s when her walls constricted around me so tightly it was like she’d never let me go. Her body was on board with us fucking, and mine was too. I roared as I thrust into her one last time and buried myself deep, so deep I hoped she wouldn’t be able to remove me.
It was a revelation that flew through me fast as I breathed in the sweet scent of honey all around. I wanted to imprint on Olive’s life, make her mine, and make her see she was irresistible to me. She didn’t have to be that for every guy, just me. And I was ready to do anything right then to do that.
Chapter Eight
OLIVE
“Oh my God.”I wiggled out from under Dimitri, regretting indulging in sex immediately. The desire to have him again had grown every time he’d walked into a room over the last few weeks. Seeing him want me, seeing how he moved with enough confidence to take me, well, it was hard to resist.
Now, though, reality set back in. “Get up. Hurry up. I think I hear someone coming.”
“You just came.” He chuckled. “I did too. That’s probably what you’re hearing.”
“Please don’t start with that.” I was wiggling my sweater around now and trying to rearrange my leggings. Could anyone see that the hole on my thigh was bigger now? “We need to look presentable when we walk out of here.”
“I’m not concerned,” he said literally sounding like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Dimitri.” My tone was exasperated. “Kee cannot find out about this. I can’t believe I lost control and did this again when I have a freaking date tonight and—”
“Don’t even think about going on that date,” he growled.
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.” I waved him off, but he stepped up to me and grabbed my chin.
