Chapter 161: Office Sex

Cecilia

My face burned impossibly hotter as I nodded, suddenly very aware that our engagement party—the one that had been so violently interrupted—had never really reached its proper conclusion.

"These next few days," Arthur murmured against my ear, his voice dropping to that dangerously low register that made my stomach flip, "let's make it thoroughly perfect. Complete what we started."

I opened my mouth to respond, to suggest we wait until tonight, until we were home in the privacy of our bedroom where we wouldn't risk—

But Arthur was already moving, his hands sliding under my skirt with practiced efficiency, pushing the fabric up around my waist before hooking his fingers into my underwear and yanking it down my legs in one swift motion, leaving me bare and perched on the edge of my desk.

"Arthur, wait—" I managed, but my voice came out breathy and unconvincing even to my own ears.

His hand came down on my ass with enough force to make me gasp, the sharp sting cutting through my attempted resistance. "You said," he reminded me, his voice cold but edged with desire, "that I could do whatever I wanted. That you'd be mine, completely and without reservation."

"And baby, do you recall the day you returned and made me lose all control in the office? You were gone once. Now it's time for me to make it right." Arthur brushed his lips against my ear, murmuring.

Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees and his mouth was on me.

The first touch of his tongue made my back arch off the desk, a strangled moan escaping before I could stop it. My hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as he worked me with the kind of focused intensity that suggested he'd been thinking about this for days.

"Arthur—" His name came out as a whimper, my thighs trembling on either side of his head. "We can't—the door—"

He didn't stop, didn't even pause, just continued that relentless assault with his tongue and lips and teeth until I couldn't remember why the unlocked door mattered, couldn't think about anything except the building pressure and the way he was making me feel.

This is insane, some distant part of my brain screamed. It was utterly embarrassing.

But that rational voice was drowning, submerged beneath wave after wave of sensation.

Arthur had always been able to do this—strip away the layers of control until all that remained was raw need.

I lost track of time completely, lost in the sensation of his mouth on me, the wet sounds filling my office, the way my body was responding despite every rational thought screaming that this was insane, that anyone could walk in, that we were going to get caught—

The orgasm hit without warning, slamming into me with enough force to make me cry out, my hand flying to my mouth too late to completely muffle the sound. My thighs clamped around Arthur's head, my whole body convulsing with the intensity of it.

When I finally came back to myself, gasping for air and trembling, Arthur was standing, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking at me with dark, hungry eyes.

"The door," I managed, my voice coming out hoarse. "Arthur, the door isn't locked—"

"Then I suggest you stay quiet," he said, already stripping off his clothes with efficient movements that suggested he'd been planning this.

My eyes went wide as he revealed himself—that part of him that had brought me to the edge of sanity more times than I could count, already hard and ready. "Arthur, we can't—"

"We can," he interrupted, positioning himself between my legs, one hand pushing my bunched-up skirt higher. "And we will. You promised me, Ceci. Said I could have whatever I wanted."

I nodded frantically, my hand already coming up to cover my mouth as he pushed inside with one smooth thrust that sent lightning crackling up my spine.

"If you don't want anyone to hear," he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with barely controlled desire, "you'd better keep that voice down."

I bit down on my palm, tears of pleasure already forming as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep and designed to drive me absolutely insane.

Everyone will know, that rational voice whispered weakly. They'll hear, they'll figure it out, they'll realize exactly what the CEO is doing. But even that thought—the exposure, the loss of privacy—only seemed to heighten the arousal flooding through me, as if Arthur's presence alone could rewire my entire value system.

Time became meaningless, measured only in the rhythm of his thrusts and the building pressure that threatened to consume me completely. I could feel myself getting close again, my body tensing in that familiar way—

The second orgasm crashed over me even harder than the first, and I barely managed to keep my moan muffled against my palm, my free hand clutching at Arthur's shoulder for support as ecstasy rolled through me in relentless waves.

But Arthur didn't stop, didn't even slow down. If anything, he seemed more determined, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release.

"Arthur, please—" I whispered when I could finally form words again. "Please, I need—"

"Not yet," he growled, and suddenly he was lifting me, his hands under my thighs as he pulled me off the desk, keeping us joined as he adjusted his grip, my skirt falling to provide the barest illusion of modesty.

"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, and I obeyed automatically, my legs locking around his waist as he started walking, each step sending him deeper inside me in a way that made coherent thought impossible.

My back hit the door with enough force to rattle it in its frame.

I heard the click of the door locking.

And Arthur immediately began moving again, his hips driving up into me with a force that sent shockwaves through my entire body.

"Quiet," he reminded me, even as he was doing everything in his power to make staying quiet absolutely impossible. "Remember where we are, baby. Anyone could walk by."

I whimpered, biting down hard on my lip to keep from crying out as he continued that relentless assault, pinning me against the door with his body weight and using it for leverage to thrust even deeper.

The third orgasm built faster than the others, the combination of the position and the danger and the way Arthur was looking at me pushing me over the edge before I could even try to hold back.

I screamed—couldn't help it, couldn't stop it—my voice echoing through the office as my body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, demanding everything he had to give.

And Arthur gave it, his own control finally breaking as he buried himself as deep as he could go and let go, filling me with weeks' worth of pent-up desire in hot pulses that seemed to go on forever.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us gasping for air, my legs still locked around his waist and his forehead pressed against mine.

"That," Arthur managed between ragged breaths, "was perfect."

I let out a weak laugh, my whole body feeling like jelly. "We're going to get caught."

"Worth it," he said immediately, and I felt him smile against my neck.

Through my post-orgasmic haze, I heard him whisper something: "This is just the first time, baby. I hope you're prepared to not be able to walk for the next few days."