forward until she gripped the edge of the desk. The change of position caused gravity to push her tits more firmly against my palms. "I’m angry, Lola. Seeing you… It pisses me off all over again. You push me too hard, I’m going to fucking snap. I don’t want to be that kind of asshole. Do you understand?”
“You’d never hurt me.”
“You don’t know that. Do you think you have power over me like you used to? Do you think I’m here to do your fucking bidding? I’m not the man you left behind.”
She pressed her ass into the curve of my body over hers. "I can handle you."
The move made my cock surge forward, only to meet the restrictive pull of my pants. "Trust me, sweetheart, the things I want to do to you…" I slid my hand up her thigh. "...You can’t control me, not like you used to.”
A shiver ran down her spine and through her hips. "I need you, Leo."
Warning bells went off in my head at her words. It would be too easy to read into them, fall into what she had meant to me, but I was too far gone to listen. I wanted her wrapped around me while I pumped into her. Turning her to face me, I lifted her onto the desk, greedily savoring the sweet taste of her as her tongue parried with mine. Her thighs were silken warmth under my palms, and I slid them up to the edge of her skirt before I moved on to her shirt. Gripping the hem, I pulled it up over her head. "I want your hair down when I fuck you. I want it messed up from how hard I’m going to take you. When you leave here, I want to look over the goddamn balcony and see that halo of yours showing the world what you were doing when you were in here with me."
Squirming on the desk, she pulled the band from her hair and ran her hands through it to loosen it. I pulled her to the edge, and slid my hand between her legs to push them apart so I could move between them. Her fingers bit into my shoulders when I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth, clamping down on it as I pressed my cock against the apex of her thighs. The way she responded with nips along my lip, had me confused by how she could make me want her so much when it was all a lie.
"You still talk too much," she whimpered against my mouth while she ran her palms down from my shoulders, over the hard ridge of my abs to the V of my hips peeking above my waistband.
I growled, her words making me bristle. "And you still think you can dominate me, after all you did. Don't talk to me like we're the people we were then."
The corners of her mouth, which had been upturned, slowly fell while she drew in a breath. A tiny crease furrowed her brow above eyes as round as saucers, her gaze flicking away before resting steadily on mine. I stalked over to close the door before I took off my jacket and removed my tie, sliding the thin silk through my fist. For a brief second the idea of gagging her flitted through my mind, sickening me. No matter how angry she made me, trying to pull me into the past where she was my world, I wouldn't sink any further than I already had. Besides, I used to love the way she talked to me.
Her reaction to the tie in my hand, the way she leaned away from me, her gaze focused on the thin strip of material threw me. I dropped the tie on top of my jacket. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was terrified by what I could do with that silk, if I wanted to. But, she was a brilliant actress. All that shit she'd fed me on the cruise about her life, about Brady. It had all been lies. "I can't promise I'm not going to be rough this time."
Had I suggested this was more than a onetime thing? I removed my belt as I crossed the room again and pushed her down onto the desk, scooting her skirt up to her hips.
"I'll take you however I can get you."
Damned sexy black lace met my gaze and I licked my lips. "I’m going to enjoy this."
Brushing my palms over the inside of her thigh, from knee to pussy, I pulled her legs apart before slowly running my fingertips over the black lace of her
“You’d never hurt me.”
“You don’t know that. Do you think you have power over me like you used to? Do you think I’m here to do your fucking bidding? I’m not the man you left behind.”
She pressed her ass into the curve of my body over hers. "I can handle you."
The move made my cock surge forward, only to meet the restrictive pull of my pants. "Trust me, sweetheart, the things I want to do to you…" I slid my hand up her thigh. "...You can’t control me, not like you used to.”
A shiver ran down her spine and through her hips. "I need you, Leo."
Warning bells went off in my head at her words. It would be too easy to read into them, fall into what she had meant to me, but I was too far gone to listen. I wanted her wrapped around me while I pumped into her. Turning her to face me, I lifted her onto the desk, greedily savoring the sweet taste of her as her tongue parried with mine. Her thighs were silken warmth under my palms, and I slid them up to the edge of her skirt before I moved on to her shirt. Gripping the hem, I pulled it up over her head. "I want your hair down when I fuck you. I want it messed up from how hard I’m going to take you. When you leave here, I want to look over the goddamn balcony and see that halo of yours showing the world what you were doing when you were in here with me."
Squirming on the desk, she pulled the band from her hair and ran her hands through it to loosen it. I pulled her to the edge, and slid my hand between her legs to push them apart so I could move between them. Her fingers bit into my shoulders when I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth, clamping down on it as I pressed my cock against the apex of her thighs. The way she responded with nips along my lip, had me confused by how she could make me want her so much when it was all a lie.
"You still talk too much," she whimpered against my mouth while she ran her palms down from my shoulders, over the hard ridge of my abs to the V of my hips peeking above my waistband.
I growled, her words making me bristle. "And you still think you can dominate me, after all you did. Don't talk to me like we're the people we were then."
The corners of her mouth, which had been upturned, slowly fell while she drew in a breath. A tiny crease furrowed her brow above eyes as round as saucers, her gaze flicking away before resting steadily on mine. I stalked over to close the door before I took off my jacket and removed my tie, sliding the thin silk through my fist. For a brief second the idea of gagging her flitted through my mind, sickening me. No matter how angry she made me, trying to pull me into the past where she was my world, I wouldn't sink any further than I already had. Besides, I used to love the way she talked to me.
Her reaction to the tie in my hand, the way she leaned away from me, her gaze focused on the thin strip of material threw me. I dropped the tie on top of my jacket. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was terrified by what I could do with that silk, if I wanted to. But, she was a brilliant actress. All that shit she'd fed me on the cruise about her life, about Brady. It had all been lies. "I can't promise I'm not going to be rough this time."
Had I suggested this was more than a onetime thing? I removed my belt as I crossed the room again and pushed her down onto the desk, scooting her skirt up to her hips.
"I'll take you however I can get you."
Damned sexy black lace met my gaze and I licked my lips. "I’m going to enjoy this."
Brushing my palms over the inside of her thigh, from knee to pussy, I pulled her legs apart before slowly running my fingertips over the black lace of her
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