Page 111 of Wildflower
I look at him. Really look at him. I’ve been in this job for two months, and it’s fuelled my creativity again. But it was after The Orion, after meeting Robin, Mark, that I started feeling this happy with myself again. I’ve found so much confidence lately.
I can find another job. This isn’t the only creative role I can see myself in now.
But there’s only one Mark.
“That’s an easy one for me, Mark.” My body tingles, adrenaline rushing, and it’s otherworldly, this feeling of fear and pure joy as the words form in my throat. “I love you.”
His breath hitches, and the moment that follows stretches out. His eyes reflect everything I feel, but he doesn’t speak. Instead, he brushes his lips against mine, intensifying theyearning in me, and the emotion burns in my throat, stinging my eyes. I kiss him back, and he runs a hand through my hair, where he tightens his grip and tilts me to get just the right angle for that deep, perfect kiss I could be in forever. Our tongues dance that dance we know so well by now, our lips soft against each other. His kiss says what I said. The way he presses me against him leaves little room for doubt.
And he told the chair of the board. He’s taking action to make this work.
His hand slips down between us and finds the knot of my dress. A cool breeze caresses my naked breasts as the dress falls open, but his warm hands are on my skin in an instant, and he lets out a groan as he steps back.
“I need to see you,” he whispers, and with a smooth move he flicks the dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “You are perfection.”
He cups my breasts, then slides his hands down my sides, hooking his thumbs into my lace underwear. It falls to the ground, and I’m naked in front of him. Just me in my high heels.
In his office.
Thank fuck it’s up high. No one can see in from the outside.
With my hands working his vest and shirt, and his on the trousers, his clothes come off. Before I get to admire his formidable shape, he lifts me up and pins me against the wall. With a tight grip on my hips, he rubs my swollen and wanting centre against his abs, kissing my neck, whispering how beautiful and incredible I am. I grind against him in response, showing him how much I need him.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispers against the skin under my ear, and I hum my agreement. He lowers me down onto him, entering me slowly and deliberately, keeping eye contact and kissing me softly. The tenderness of his kiss andthe fierceness of his stare fill my chest with heat, and happy tears burn in my eyes.
“Say it again,” he says against my lips.
“Say what?”
“What you said before.”
“I love you.” My voice thick, and then he kisses me almost as hard as he’s thrusting into me. He fucks me with such passion, burying himself to the hilt. He doesn’t have to say the words back yet. Every touch, every kiss, and every burning stare is filled with so much emotion, I don’t doubt for a second that he feels the same way. With each thrust, waves of pleasure hit me harder and stronger, until we come apart together.
I cling to him, wanting to keep his skin on mine, enjoying feeling him everywhere.
My throat feels sore. “Fuck, was I loud?”
“I don’t know.” Mark laughs. “I was lost in you.”
I keep my legs wrapped around him. He’s still inside me, and it’ll get messy if I let go. Office sex is hot in the moment, but now what?
“My Rey,” he says, smiling that crooked smile that makes my core shiver with need.
“I am,” I say, and the words seem to make his cock spring back to life. “Mark, I need to clean up.”
“Let’s get in the shower then, hold on tight,” he says, and I lock my legs around him. “I’ve got you, Rey.”
I giggle as he carries me into the ensuite in the corner and pins me against the wall, this time in the small shower. The words echo in my head. He’s got me. He’s got all of me.
He starts moving carefully in and out of me again.
“Is this okay?” he asks against my neck, always so considerate. His erection quickly grows to its full, magnificent size, filling me completely.
“Yes,” I say, leaning my head back on thewall. “Yes.”
I live in the parts of me that are covered by him, filled by him. Nothing but us exists.
He kisses his way up my neck, and I let the sensation of his touch take over completely.
