Page 187 of Forever Never
But he clamped a hand on her wrist. “Let’s go.”
“Go? Where?”
But he was yanking the door open and pushing her inside.
“Are you seriously making me go back inside with a quart of your semen collecting in my underwear?” she hissed.
He shoved her into the office, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Now. Say it again.” He prowled toward her.
The gleam in his eyes made Remi very nervous.
“I-I forget. We can talk about this some other time,” she decided.
But when she tried to slip past him, he merely picked her up and put her on his desk. He pulled the chair out and sat.
Her legs hung outside his own and forced her knees wider. His hands slid up her thighs, rubbing the tight muscles they found.
When his thumbs skimmed over the edges of her underwear, she began to tremble. Back and forth, up and down her thighs. Until she was almost relaxed. Until he reached into his jeans and pulled his cock out again. It lay there, thick and hard curving up against his stomach.
“Say it again,” Brick ordered.
He looked so powerful sitting there, with his long legs spreading her own wider. His thick, veined arousal waiting for attention. His eyes on her. The boss. The dominant.
Both his strength and need bottomless.
“I said you could ask me to stay,” she said, her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Do you want to stay here with me?” The intensity of his stare made her skin burn.
She took a shaky breath. “I have to fix things for Camille first. But after…if everything is okay…”If she survived…“I know we haven’t really talked about after. But I want to be here. With you.”
His face was unreadable, almost as if it had turned to stone.
“Unless that’s not something you want,” she faltered.
He shook his head slowly and then lowered his face to her lap. “You’re a fucking dream come true.”
“Dream or nightmare?” Remi asked.
“Both.” He hooked his finger through the crotch of her saturated underwear and tugged.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Yeah. I do. Hold the fuck on to me.”
She only had enough time to put her hands on his shoulders as he yanked her off the edge of the desk, down onto his shaft.
He filled her so deeply, stretched her so far with her legs spread wide over the thin metal arms of the chair, she almost came apart right then and there. The angle had him going so deep she couldn’t catch her breath.
Her head spun as he held her there, impaled and immobile, legs dangling. She could feel the blood pulsing in his shaft.
“Breathe, baby. Deep, slow breaths. Let me in.”
“I-I can barely take you like this,” she whispered. Something was happening inside her. Like storm clouds gathering. There was pain with the fullness. Little lightning slivers of it. But there was also something else roiling to the surface. Something unsurvivable. Something beautiful.
She watched in fascination as the last inch of him eased into her body.
