Chapter 289: The Secret Space

Chapter 289: The Secret Space
I was about to respond when he suddenly straightened, his hands gripping my waist. "Wait."

"What?" I tried to turn around, but his hold tightened.

"Not here." He spun me to face him, his eyes burning with something primal. "I want to take my time with you."

Before I could process his words, he swept me into his arms with startling ease. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, the sudden movement making me gasp.

"James! Put me down!"

He ignored my protest, carrying me toward the massive oak bookcase that dominated one wall of his office. With one hand still supporting me, he reached out and pressed something on the underside of a shelf. A soft click sounded, and a section of the bookcase swung inward.

"What the—"

James stepped through the hidden doorway into darkness. Seconds later, lights flickered on automatically, revealing a space I'd never seen before. My jaw dropped as I took in a fully furnished studio apartment hidden within the walls of Thornton Tower.

"You have got to be kidding me," I breathed as James set me on my feet.

The hidden room was immaculate and surprisingly spacious. A king-sized bed dominated one corner, draped in charcoal silk sheets. A sleek kitchenette lined another wall, while a doorway presumably led to a bathroom. The place had no windows, but clever recessed lighting created the illusion of natural light.

"Welcome to my sanctuary," James said, loosening his tie. His eyes never left mine as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I've been to your office before," I said, still taking in my surroundings. "How did I miss this?"

James chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Last time, we were interrupted before I could show you. Remember that call about Theo? The teacher spotting someone watching him?"

"Right," I nodded, the memory clicking into place. "So this is where the CEO of Thornton Group hides from the world?"

"Sometimes," he admitted, moving closer. "During market crashes or overseas deals that require round-the-clock monitoring."

He reached out, fingers brushing my cheek before sliding into my hair. "But tonight, it serves a much better purpose."

With one smooth motion, he lifted me again, carrying me toward the bed. My heart raced with anticipation as he placed me on the cool silk sheets, his body following mine down.

The weight of him felt delicious, familiar yet thrilling. His tie dangled between us, brushing against my chest as he loomed over me. I reached up, pulling him down by that expensive strip of silk, claiming his mouth with mine.

His hands were everywhere at once—pushing up my blouse, tracing the curve of my waist, sliding under my skirt to find me still wet and ready for him. I gasped against his mouth when his fingers found my most sensitive spot, circling with practiced precision.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who missed this," he murmured, his voice deeper, rougher than before. His eyes burned with hunger as his fingers continued their maddening exploration. "You're soaked."

"James," I moaned, arching into his touch. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping against expensive wool. "Stop teasing."

A wicked smile played at his lips. "But teasing you is half the fun."

He lowered his head, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck while his fingers continued their relentless pace. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact.

"Look at me," he commanded suddenly.

I forced my heavy lids open, meeting his intense gaze.

"The way your face flushes right here," he said, pressing deeper while tracing the heat in my cheeks. "I dream about it. Dream about making you fall apart."

My breath caught as he curved his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. "God—James—right there—"

"That sound," he groaned, his voice strained, pupils blown wide. "That little catch in your throat. Drives me fucking crazy."

Heat coiled tighter, my body tensing as the first tremors started. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back.

"Don't," James whispered, his thumb making maddening circles. "Let me hear how good it feels."

The dam broke. I cried out, unintelligible sounds escaping as my body convulsed around his fingers. "Fuck—ah—James—mmm—" Each wave brought fresh incoherent sounds I couldn't control.

James's breathing turned ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched. He yanked at his tie, tossing it aside before attacking his belt. The metal buckle clattered against hardwood as it hit the floor. 

I reached for him, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head.

One powerful thrust and he was inside, stretching me deliciously. The sensation pulled a guttural "Ungh" from my throat as my body adjusted to his size.

"Ahh—fuck—" James's eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched tight. His cock twitched inside me. "So fucking tight. Baby."

He withdrew almost completely before driving back in, setting a rhythm that bordered on ruthless. Each thrust pushed a breathy "ah" from my lips, the sound mixing with the obscene wet noises of our bodies meeting.

"Tell me," I demanded between gasps, nails digging into his shoulders. "Tell me what you imagined all those nights."

"This—" Thrust. "Your legs wrapped around me—" Thrust. "The way you—haah—clench when I hit this spot—" He shifted angle and a high-pitched moan escaped me.

"There?" he asked, sweat beading on his forehead as he repeated the motion.

"Yes—God—fuck—don't stop—" My voice hit a desperate pitch I barely recognized.

His hips snapped faster, losing control. "Tell me who makes you feel this good," he growled, voice dropping to that register that made my insides liquify.

"You do," I gasped, feeling my second climax approaching with frightening speed. "Only you, James—always—nngh—"

"Mine," he hissed, dropping his head to bite the junction of my neck and shoulder, hard enough to mark. The sweet pain pushed me closer to the edge.

I felt him swelling inside me, his rhythm faltering. His thumb pressed between us, circling my clit with devastating precision.

"Fuck—I can't—" His voice broke, strained with the effort of holding back.

My body went rigid, back arching off the bed. "James—I'm—ahhhh!" The sound tore from me as pleasure exploded outward, my inner walls gripping him in pulsing waves.