Page 44 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
I forced out a huff. “I need to get back to work.”
He stared at me, his face expressionless, and nodded slowly. I took a step closer to him.
“Are you going to move?” I wasn’t sure what his game was, and I wasn’t even sure I gave a shit. Everything Ivy said made sense, and I knew she was right. But that didn’t change what he’d attempted to do, and I was still angry.
Rowan smirked and shrugged again, still not speaking. I rolled my eyes. “Fine, whatever,” I muttered. I started walking toward the door, fully prepared to shove him out of my way if that's what I needed to do, but I didn’t make it that far.
Before I could reach him, he took a step forward. A hand wrapped around my throat, and we were turned back around, my back on the closed door, my hands on his chest, and his thigh between my legs.
“You have quite the attitude this evening, little angel,” he growled as he leaned down, running his nose along the column of my throat.
I stood there, heart racing, mind blurred, speechless for a moment while he started nipping and biting my neck.
“No words now, Aspen? No quick-witted remarks or sass you want to throw at me?” His teeth sank into my pulse point, and I gasped. “Fuck, your heart is racing, angel, but I bet you aren’t scared, are you? I bet if I reached into those panties right now, you’d be soaked for me. Wouldn’t you?”
Fuck, I hated him sometimes because I knew he was right. My underwear was already feeling damp, and I was aching to start grinding against his thigh. Instead of confirming that,though, I willed my mouth to shut up for once around this man. He looked down at me, our gazes locked.
“Nothing to say now, huh?”
“I have to go back to work, Rowan.”
He chuckled, his hand tightening around my throat while the other skated down my chest, his fingers running over my breasts, and only stopping once he hit my jeans.
“If I were a gambling man, I’d put money on how wet you are right now, Aspen. How much you want to rub that little pussy of yours against my thigh right now. The thrill of knowing someone could barge in right now. I didn’t lock the door, ya know,” he whispered as he unbuttoned my jeans. “Tell me, angel, what will I find? If you tell me the truth, I’ll let you come all over my fingers.”
I stared up into his deep blue eyes. I knew if I lied right now, he’d drive me right to the edge and then walk from this room. So instead, I negotiated. “I want your cock.”
Rowan's eyes widened for a split second—so quickly I almost missed it, before he smiled. His hand dipped below my jeans and into my thong, his fingers skated through the wetness between my thighs. “Fuck, Aspen,” he groaned. He pulled his hand back out and popped the two wet fingers in his mouth.
He stepped back from me, his hands going to his belt and the button on his jeans. “Jeans down to your knees, bend over the table, little angel,” he demanded, his voice thick with arousal.
I could feel the blush hit my cheeks as I glanced back at the break room door. “But…what about? What if someone walks in?”
“Do you want my cock, Aspen?” I nodded slowly as I nibbled on my bottom lip. “Then over the table. Now.”
I knew by the time I walked over and pushed my jeans and thong down to my knees, I was bright red. I could feel the heaton my cheeks. As I heard his footsteps approaching me, my pulse sped up at the thought of what we were about to do.
His hands ran over my ass and down my center until he pushed two fingers deep into my cunt. I bit my bottom lip, trying to remain quiet so no one would hear us. A swiftwhackstung across my ass, caused me to release a gasp.
“No holding back, angel. If I want them to know who you belong to, they will. Do you understand me?” I nodded my head quickly, too turned on and eager to speak. “Fuck, I know you do, my perfect girl. I can feel you squeezing around my fingers right now,” he muttered.
He pulled his fingers from inside of me, and before I could glance back over my shoulder at him, he’s pressing his cock deep into my cunt. With my legs pinned together from my jeans and my body bent over the table, it was a tighter fit than normal, and it took all of my common sense not to audibly scream his name in the middle of my work, but then I remembered what he said about holding back.
“Fuck, Rowan, please, baby, please,” I whimpered.
He reached around and shoved his fingers into my mouth. I moaned around them, still covered in me, and he groaned as his opposite hand gripped my hip roughly. “That’s right, angel, suck on them while I fuck your tight little cunt.”
I swirled my tongue around his fingers as he set a slow but rough pace, his cock thrusting along all the right spots, the rhythm brought me right to the edge. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and wrapped his hand around my throat, slowly cutting off my oxygen.
His hand squeezed my hip harder as he leaned, slamming against me over and over. “Fuck, angel, I can feel you pulsing around me. Are you going to come for me? Are you going to wet my cock with all your coworkers out there to hear? All your customers tonight will go home knowing who you belong to.”
I nodded my head, unable to form the words he wanted, but thankfully, he seemed happy with just that because he started moving faster. Reaching around my hip, he rubbed my clit in quick little circles, and I could feel my orgasm building like a wildfire—someone could walk into this room right now, and nothing could stop it now.
“That’s right, Aspen, milk my cock,” Rowan growled. I gripped the side of the table as the shocks of my orgasm radiated through my entire body. I could feel him pulsing inside of me even more than I normally did, as if the sensations were edging both of us on. He slowly released my throat, and his hands glided down my sides, hips, and over my ass. “Don’t move, angel.”
I heard his jeans zip back up and his belt clasp, but as I glanced back, he was kneeling behind me. His tongue licked from my clit to my cunt, over and over, as his seed slowly leaked from inside of me. I knew I was letting out small, little moans, but I couldn’t stop. At that point, I genuinely didn’t care who heard, who walked in, who saw—I was so past caring.
Rowan stood back up and pulled my jeans and underwear up for me, before spinning me around to face him. His hand was back on my throat, and the other hand came up to my mouth; his thumb slowly parted my lips. Without a thought, I opened my mouth, and he spat the mixture of our come into my mouth.
