Chapter 244: No Restraint

David’s POV

I’ve been holding back for days. Weeks, if I’m honest. Every time Holly walks into a room, it’s like someone cranked the heat up ten degrees and flipped a switch in my brain that only has one setting: want.

Seeing her with Tyler…even the idea of them together…makes me angrier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Red-hot, chest-tight, fists-clenched rage that has nothing to do with logic and everything to do with the fact that I can’t stop picturing her beneath me, moaning my name, legs wrapped around my waist.

Tyler. That smug little bastard.

This morning’s calls? Pure jealousy. I wanted to interrupt whatever was going on between them. To make sure she comes to work as early as possible.

After I pulled away last night which turned out to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, because deep down, I wanted to pull her out of his arms and into mine…I didn’t drive off completely.

I parked down the street, and watched the house like some psycho. Waiting to see if she’d sneak out and go back to her place. I couldn’t accept that she stays in the same house with that brat.

But she didn’t.

I sat there for hours, knuckles white on the steering wheel, feeling like someone had buried knives in my chest and twisted them every time I pictured her with anyone else.

When I couldn’t wait any longer… I drove home.

Then this morning, in the elevator. She stepped in wearing that fitted blouse and skirt, hair in a ponytail, smelling like vanilla and trouble. The doors closed and it was just us. I had to grip the rail behind me to stop myself from pinning her against the wall and fucking her senseless right there, consequences be damned.

That’s why I told her to come to my place tonight. “Work,” I said. Bullshit. I just needed her away from Tyler, even if it was only for one day.

Now, back in my office, the door locked, Ashley finally gone, Holly turned from the window and nearly crashed into me.

I didn’t move back.

“What,” I asked, voice low, “were you trying to do earlier?”

She froze, eyes wide for a second, then that spark flared…the one that drives me insane. She tilted her chin up, defiant in a way I find so sexy.

“Helping you get rid of your crazy ex,” she says, sweet as sugar. “Didn’t you need me pretty badly a few minutes ago? You were rock hard under me, boss. Why are you acting all innocent now?”

Jesus.

The words hit me like gasoline on a fire.

I stepped forward. She stepped back. Again. Until her ass hit the edge of my desk.

I caged her in, hands slamming down on either side of her hips.

“Keep talking like that,” I warned her, voice rough, “and I won’t be acting innocent for long.”

Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn't look away. “I have a boyfriend,” she said, the words stumbling out. “I only did that earlier to…to help you as your assistant.”

I smirked, leaning in until our mouths were inches apart. “Doing your job as my assistant, huh? You did very well. Now, let me reward you.”

She swallowed hard. “Then reward me by canceling tonight. I don’t want to come over. I have important things to do.”

Important? By that, does she mean spending time with Tyler? I groaned…low, frustrated, jealous and turned on beyond reason as I crashed my lips into hers.

For one heartbeat she hesitated, stiffened, like she’s going to push me away again.

Then every wall she built came crashing down.

She kissed me back like she’s starving…hungry, desperate, hands fisting my shirt to pull me closer. Her mouth opened under mine, soft and hot, and I took full advantage, tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, claiming her.

That tiny hesitation confirmed everything I suspected.

She’s not really dating Tyler.

She’s been playing games to get my attention.

And it worked.

The kiss turned messy fast…teeth, tongues, breathless little gasps from her that shoot straight to my cock. My hands dropped to her ass, squeezing hard, pulling her flush against me. She arched into my chest with a soft moan that nearly undid me right there.

I grind into her, slowly and deliberately, letting her feel exactly how much I want her. Her legs part instinctively, letting me settle between them, the heat of her driving me insane.

I broke the kiss only to drag my mouth down her neck…open-mouthed kisses, little bites, tasting her skin. She tilted her head back, giving me more access, fingers digging into my shoulders.

I traced lower, lips brushing the swell of her cleavage where her blouse gaped open, tongue dipping just under the fabric. One hand slide up her thigh, slow and lazy, pushing her skirt higher, fingertips grazing the soft skin just beneath the hem—

Just then she shoved me.

Hard.

As if that wasn’t enough, my head snapped to the side as her palm cracked across my cheek next, sharp and stinging.

I stumbled back a step, chest heaving, staring at her in shock.

She was breathing just as hard, lips swollen, eyes wild and dark, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But her hand was still raised. And the look on her face says she’s nowhere near done fighting me.

The slap stung, but it didn't stop me. If anything, it fueled the fire to push harder.

Her eyes were filled with instant regret, lips parted like she was about to apologize. I saw it clearly as day. She didn’t mean to hit that hard. She didn’t mean to stop this.

Good. I rode that regret like a wave…like a force urging me on.

Before she could pull away, I grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head against the desk with one hand. She struggled…half-hearted pushes against my chest, but her body betrayed her, arching toward me, breath coming in shallow pants.

“Keep fighting, baby,” I muttered against her ear, voice rough and filthy. “It only makes me want to fuck you harder until you can’t stand for days.”

She gasped, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle the moan I know is clawing up her throat.

I dragged my mouth down her neck, open and wet, tasting the salt of her skin. My free hand slipped under her blouse, cupping one full breast through the lace bra, squeezing just hard enough to make her hips jerk.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” I whispered into the curve where her neck met shoulder. “I bet you’re dripping for me already.”

Her head falls back in response, neck arching in that perfect, familiar bow.

And that’s when it hit me again.