Page 63 of Rival Desires

“Rylee,” I rasped, giving her one last powerful thrust before letting myself go, filling her up with my release. She looked absolutely stunning in that moment - her hair all messy, her cheeks flushed pink, and wearing nothing but a satisfied grin on her face.

For a moment, I let myself believe that she was mine.

But reality came crashing down all too soon.

My phone buzzed on the floor, snapping me back to the present. I was in her office, and I had just had sex with Rylee on her desk. I took a few deep breaths, propping myself up on one arm next to her head, before reluctantly pulling out of her with a sigh.

I stepped back and reached for my shirt, but as I turned around, I caught sight of her lying naked on the desk, and any thoughts of getting dressed flew out the window. I wasn’t quite done with her yet.

She let out a tiny gasp of surprise as I tugged her down, her ass teetering on the edge. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, spreading her thighs wide open. She didn’t resist; instead, she welcomed my eager mouth as it buried itself between her legs. And she certainly didn’t protest when I ate her pussy with an eagerness I hadn’t known since the last time I had her.

It was the only thing that mattered. Licking her again.

And again.

Until she was trembling, begging me to fill her again.

So I did. And it was like coming home.

THIRTY-FOUR

Rylee

After a night without much sleep, I lazily extended my arms above my head, sighing as I settled into my desk chair. The Palmer Money Management employee handbook was spread out in front of me, and it was clear that some serious revisions were in order. After the Sergio fiasco last week, we desperately needed more explicit guidelines about appropriate behavior towards clients.

As I started revising the document, adding some crystal-clear language that forbids romantic or sexual entanglements with clientsandpotential clients, my thoughts kept wandering back to last night with Cory. It was like my brain couldn’t let go of the memory of his crooked smile and how his eyes lit up when he laughed. Oh well, at least it was a pleasant distraction from the task at hand.

When he’d shown up at my office, I was a mess; tears had streamed down my face as I’d tried to make sense of everything that had happened with Sergio and the Seaworth account. But Cory, he was there for me. He hadn’t judged me or told me I wasoverreacting. Instead, he’d listened. He’d let me vent and cry and scream into the void. And then, when I was out of words, he held me in his arms.

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the past week’s stress, or maybe it was simply how Cory looked at me with those warm, understanding eyes. But before I knew it, we were kissing. And then, well, things got a little heated.

One minute, I’m drowning in paperwork, and the next, Cory and I are going at it on my office desk. Papers and folders flew everywhere as we lost ourselves in a whirlwind of passion. It was raw and intense, just what the doctor ordered after the Sergio debacle.

We didn’t stop there, either. We took our little love fest to the couch and may or may not have christened the photocopier.

Then he followed me home, and after hours of non-stop fun, I knew it was time to send Cory packing. I needed some alone time to process everything and figure out what it all meant for me and my business.

So I told him to go, even though every fiber of my being wanted to beg him to stay. I watched as he walked to his car, my heart aching with every step he took. And then I was alone, left to wonder if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

But no matter what, last night changed things between us. The animosity seems to have dissolved, replaced by a simmering mutual desire and caring that thrills and scares me. I didn’t know where this unexpected connection would lead, but I was excited to find out.

My reminiscing was interrupted by a knock at my door. I quickly minimized the policy document, calling out, “Come in!” and turned to greet Mallory, unable to keep a giddy grin off my face.

Mallory practically fell through the doorway, white as a ghost. “Crap, what’s wrong?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach.

She set a tablet on my desk, her hands shaking so badly I thought she’d drop it. “Cory...”

A hand clenched around my heart. “Tell me,” I said, my voice shaky.

“He’s...he’s been arrested.” Mallory looked like she’ could puke any second.

“Forrape.”

It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. My lungs burned with their need for oxygen, but there wasn’t any for me to give them. Mallory’s lips were moving, but I could only hear the blood rushing in my ears. That, and a single word echoing in my head.

Rape.

Cory, the guy who’d turned me down when I’d been hammered and practically throwing myself at him. The guy who always double-checked that we were both on the same wavelength before any kind of physical contact.

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