Chapter 51 FUCKING MY BOSS PART 2
The command was a hook in her gut, pulling her forward. She forced a tight smile at the intern who held the door for her and walked out into the cool, hallway, her heels clicking on the polished floor. Julian’s corner office was at the end of the hall, a monument to his power with its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The door was shut.
She paused, her hand hovering over the handle. This is madness. The thought was a ghost now, devoid of its earlier power. It was just a reflex, a meaningless echo of a morality she’d left behind the first time he’d pinned her against the copy machine. The thrill was everything. The risk was the point.
She turned the handle and stepped inside.
He was waiting, his broad back to her as he stared out the window, his hands clasped behind him. The door clicked shut, the sound final, isolating. He didn’t turn.
“Lock it,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the spacious room.
Her fingers fumbled for the lock, engaging it with a soft, definitive thunk. The noise seemed to break the tension. He turned slowly, and the look in his steel-grey eyes stole the breath from her lungs. It was pure, undiluted possession. The cool executive was gone, replaced by the man who had silently unraveled her in a room full of people.
He didn’t speak. He simply crossed the room in three long strides, his presence dominating the space. He stopped mere inches from her, the scent of his sandalwood cologne and something darker, more primal, enveloping her. He cupped her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, a deceptively gentle gesture.
“You were magnificent,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. “The way you fought to stay quiet. The way you came for me.” His thumb pressed against her lower lip, and she parted them on a shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering closed.
The kiss was not gentle. It was a claiming. His mouth crashed down on hers, hot and demanding, his tongue plunging past her lips to taste her. It was a taste of power and her own arousal. She moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to clutch at the lapels of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, her legal pad scattering forgotten pages across the floor.
He walked her backward, never breaking the bruising kiss, until the back of her thighs hit the cool, solid surface of his massive oak desk. With a single, powerful sweep of his arm, he cleared it. A monitor, a leather-bound planner, a crystal pen holder—everything crashed to the carpet with a series of thuds and a shatter of glass.
He broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavily. His eyes were dark with unchecked desire. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice husky. “Bend over the desk.”
A fresh wave of heat flooded her. This is it. This is what you wanted. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. She turned, the cityscape a dizzying blur through the windows. She leaned forward, placing her palms flat on the smooth, cool wood, the position arching her back and presenting her to him. The hem of her pencil skirt rode up, and she heard his sharp intake of breath.
She felt his hands on her hips, gripping her possessively through the fabric of her skirt. Then his hands were pushing the material up, bunching it around her waist, exposing the sheer silk stockings, the delicate lace of her garter belt, and the damp, ruined lace of her panties. The cool air of the office kissed her heated skin, raising goosebumps.
“So eager,” he growled, his fingers tracing the soaked lace. “So wet for me already.” He hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulled them down her thighs in one rough, swift motion, letting them fall to her ankles. She was completely bare to him, exposed from the waist down, bent over the CEO’s desk.
She heard the rustle of his clothes, the clink of his belt buckle, the whisper of a zipper. Her breath came in short, ragged pants, her fingers curling against the wood grain. The anticipation was a live wire under her skin.
He didn’t tease. He placed a hand firmly on the small of her back, pressing her down until her cheek was against the desk. The other hand guided himself to her entrance. The broad, blunt head of his cock pressed against her, and she gasped at the sensation—the promise of stretch, of being filled.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice a rough whisper against her ear as he leaned over her.
“I want it,” she breathed, the words barely audible. “Julian, please.”
With a low groan, he thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one deep, relentless stroke.
The air rushed from her lungs in a choked cry. The invasion was sudden and overwhelming, a perfect, stretching fullness that erased every thought. He was so much more than his fingers, thick and hard and claiming her completely. He held himself there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust to the sensation of being utterly possessed.
“God, Elara,” he gritted out, his hips giving a minute, experimental roll that made her whimper. “You’re so tight. Still clenching from before.”
Then he began to move. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each thrust a deep, driving plunge that pushed her forward on the desk. There was no gentleness, only a raw, primal need. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, echoed in the quiet, professional space, a vulgar, thrilling counterpoint to the serene city view.
His grip on her hip tightened, holding her in place as he drove into her, again and again. Each stroke ignited a fire deep within her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. The earlier orgasm under the table seemed like a distant prelude to this, a mere spark to this inferno.
“You like this, don’t you?” he grunted, his breath hot on her neck. “Being taken on my desk. Knowing anyone could walk by those windows.”
The thought sent a jolt of illicit excitement through her. She was completely vulnerable, on display for the entire city, yet hidden behind the reflective glass. It was the same terrifying, arousing contradiction from the boardroom, amplified a thousand times. She moaned, a wordless sound of agreement, pushing her hips back against him to meet his thrusts.
“Yes,” she managed to gasp. “God, yes.”
One of his hands slid from her hip, around her waist, and down. His fingers found her clit, slick from her own arousal and his relentless thrusting. He rubbed tight, rough circles exactly where she needed it, the dual sensations of being filled and rubbed pushing her rapidly toward the edge.
Her cries grew louder, less restrained. The desk creaked under their combined weight. Pleasure coiled, tight and hot, deep in her core, a spring wound to its breaking point. Her vision began to fray at the edges, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his own rhythm becoming more frantic, losing its controlled precision. “Come for me. Now.”
The command shattered her. Her orgasm exploded through her with a violence that stole her voice, a silent, screaming wave of pure sensation that clenched around him, milking his length. Her body shook uncontrollably, held upright only by his iron grip on her and the solidity of the desk.
Feeling her clench around him, he gave two more brutal, driving thrusts before groaning her name, a raw, guttural sound. He spilled himself inside her, his own release pulsing hot and deep, his body shuddering against hers as he collapsed over her back, both of them spent and panting.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the city below. His weight was a heavy, comforting burden. She could feel his heart hammering against her back, a wild echo of her own.
Slowly, he softened inside her and pulled out. He stayed leaning over her for a moment, his lips brushing her shoulder blade in a shockingly tender gesture amidst the frenzy. He righted himself, his hands gently smoothing her skirt back down over her hips.
He turned her around to face him, his expression unreadable, a mix of satiated hunger and something darker, more possessive. He cupped her face again, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“That was exciting,” he whispered, his voice husky and low.