Page 57 of Beautiful Desire

So why is it that I can’t help but replay what happened earlier on a loop? Her body so close to mine, the touch of her hand on my back that sent a surge straight to my dick and a wave of warmth and calmness over me. Her scent, that I’m almost certain I can still smell in this space, wafting in my nose and almost making me come in my pants.

Just thinking about it has me getting stiff. I lean back in my chair and palm my hardness, trying to alleviate the pain I inadvertently caused myself all while, picturing Elle hovering above me, naked, riding me like she did in Italy.

I’m rock hard now to the point that it’s almost unbearable. Needing to relieve myself, I undo my pants and stick my hand inside my boxers, gripping my shaft hard. I feel like a teenage boy who can’t control his urges jacking off in my office to images of a woman who can never be mine.

I continue to pump my hand up and down. I’m close. I can feel the tingling in my balls, and just before I can empty myself in my hand, a sharp knock sounds at my office door, pulling me back to where I am. I extract my hand from my pants, tucking my painfully hard dick inside and quickly zipping up my pants before answering.

Expecting it to be Becca with my coffee, I’m surprised when the door swings open to see it’s not her, but the woman I was just getting myself off to. Elle walks into my office, closing the door slowly behind her and approaching my desk.

“I was just on my way out and wanted to know if you needed anything before I leave, sir?” she asks demurely.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m still turned on and didn’t get my release or if it’s the combination of her heady scent and her calling mesir, but I push back from desk and stalk over to her. She must catch the feral look I’m exuding, because her eyes go wide while she slowly backs up as I continue to approach her.

I’m almost touching her when I speak.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is something I need before you leave,” I husk.

I finally reach her, placing both hands on her upper bicep, and we move until her back hits the wall. Her eyes are still wide, and she releases a gasp before I slam my mouth to hers.

It takes her a good fifteen seconds before she kisses me back, and when she does, I descend on her even more. I move my right hand up to the base of her skull, entwining my fingers in her hair, and I maneuver her head to the side to deepen the kiss.

My hand slides down her arm and snakes around her back, pulling her flush to me. Her hands reach up and cradle my head while she pulls my face closer to hers. Our kiss turns feral, and our tongues continue to dance with one another while our hands explore each other’s bodies like it’s the first time.

I grab her plump ass and squeeze hard, causing Elle to moan into my mouth, making me so fucking hard. As I grind myself against her center, she moans once again as she rocks herself against me. When I lift her left leg up to get better access and wrap her toned calf around my hip, she breaks the kiss, drops her leg, and pushes me away.

We’re both painting, trying to catch our breath. Her chest is rising and falling as if she’s just run a marathon, and I’m pretty sure mine is too. A mixture of emotions flashes across her face, but the one that stands out the most is regret.

Running her hands down her body, she straightens her skirt and shirt before speaking.

“I can’t do this again,” she says in a ragged, pained voice.

Dragging a hand through my hair, I let out an exhale. My shoulders slump as realization sets in.

“Elle, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

I’m cut off when a knock comes to the door, and it opens as a blissful Becca walks in with my coffee.

Where the hell have you been?

“Yoo-hoo! Did someone ask for coffee?” Becca says in her chirpy tone before she sees Elle standing by the wall, still trying to catch her breath.

Her wide eyes and messed up blonde locks are evident from my assault on her, while I stand in the middle of the room, arms hanging by my sides and hands balling into fists. I’m pretty sure she’s oblivious to her surroundings, because her eyes ping-pong between Elle and me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt something?” she asks, sounding much too innocent.

Read the room, Becca!

Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I’m about to tell heryes, you most definitely did interrupt something, when Elle opens her still-swollen lips.

“No, you didn’t. I was just leaving. Have a good evening.” She smiles softly at Becca, who smiles broadly back at her, giving her a little wave.

Not bothering to spare me another glance, she quickly flees my office, leaving me alone with the office librarian.

Ignoring Becca, I storm back to my desk, quickly taking a seat, logging back into my computer, and pulling up Mr. Okanowa’s file. I read the first two sentences before I feel eyes on me. Lifting my head from the computer screen, I see Becca still standing there, holding my coffee in her hands. She blinks, giving me a closed-mouth smile.

Seriously Becca, read the fucking room!

Huffing out a sigh, I hold eye contact with her before asking in a droll tone, “Is there something I can help you with, Miss Anderson?”

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