Chapter 254: Surrendering To Him

Holly’s POV

I shoved the jacket farther away, turned firmly to my screen, and ignored it.

The next minutes dragged on.

Then I heard it…his office door opening. I held my breath in anticipation.

“Holly,” David’s voice cut across the open floor, low and cold enough to make half the floor glance up. “My office. Now.”

I didn’t move. Didn’t even look up. I kept typing like I didn’t hear him.

Silence stretched.

Then footsteps…measured, deliberate…coming closer. My pulse spiked, breathing going shallow as I anticipated what he would do.

He stopped right behind me. I could feel him there, heat and presence and that stupid cologne that made my brain short-circuit.

He leaned down, close enough that his breath grazed my ear.

“Would you rather come quietly,” he murmured, voice velvet and steel, “or would you rather we do this out here in front of everyone?”

When I didn’t answer, he continued. “My office. Now. Or I can’t promise you won’t start moaning for me to stop right here.”

A tiny, helpless hiccup escaped me.

Damn it. I’m crazy about this man.

He straightened, waiting, tapping his foot impatiently.

I saved my document, closed the laptop, stood up slow and deliberate like I didn’t have a choice. But this was exactly what I wanted.

I grabbed his jacket off the chair. And without looking at him…because if I did, I’d probably combust…I walked ahead toward his office.

He followed one step behind, close enough that I felt him the whole way.

The door clicked shut behind us, and the sound of the lock snapping into place made my stomach flip.

I didn’t turn around right away. Instead, I walked straight to his desk, dropped the jacket on it with a soft thud, and forced my voice to stay cool.

“Thank you for the jacket, Mr. Hunt. I’ll get back to work now.”

I moved to leave, but his hand shot out, fingers closing around my wrist..firm, warm, possessive. Before I could react, he tugged me back, spun me around, and pulled me down onto his lap as he sank into his big leather chair.

I landed straddling him, skirt riding up my thighs, breath catching hard.

“Mr Hunt—”

He didn’t let me finish. His hands gripped my hips, sliding me forward until I was pressed right against the hard line of him in his slacks. My eyes widened. He was already rock hard.

Then he did something that made my brain short-circuit completely.

He slid off the chair and dropped to his knees in front of me.

Right there on the office carpet.

His hands pushed my skirt higher, bunching it at my waist, fingers hooking into my lace panties and dragging them down my legs in one smooth pull. He tossed them aside like they offended him.

I barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on me.

Hot. Wet. Relentless.

His tongue dragged up my slit slowly and professionally, like he was savoring every drop of me. Then he circled my clit, flicked it, sucked it between his lips, and I lost it.

“Oh God…David…we shouldn’t…”

‘Shouldn’t what Holly?’ The horny voice inside my head snarled. Just let the poor man eat.

My hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting in the thick strands, pulling him closer as my hips rocked against his face. He growled low against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him as he devoured me like a man starved.

I arched back against the chair, head falling, moans spilling out louder than I could control. He licked deeper, tongue thrusting inside me, then back to my clit, sucking harder, flicking faster. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly, building so fast I could feel myself dripping down his chin.

I was right there…right on the edge…thighs shaking, breath ragged.

And then he stopped.

He pulled back, lips glistening with me, eyes dark and feral as he looked up.

I whimpered. Actually whimpered in disappointment. Is he playing with me?

He rose slowly, grabbed my face, and crushed his mouth to mine.

I tasted myself on him…salty, intimate, filthy…and it made me moan into the kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, hungry and demanding, while his hands worked fast at his belt. The clink of metal, the rasp of his zipper, the sound of him freeing himself.

He was thick, heavy in his hand as he stroked once, twice.

Then he hauled me out of the chair, spun me, and slammed my back against the nearest wall.

My shirt was yanked down…few buttons popping, fabric tearing slightly…as he exposed my breasts and feasted on them. He didn’t care. Neither did I.

He pressed against me, hot and hard, dragging the head of his cock up and down my soaked slit…slow, torturous strokes that had me trembling, mouth open, eyes locked on his.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled through gritted teeth, voice rough with restraint. “Tell me you want me inside you.”

“Yes,” I breathed, desperate, aching. “Please…yes…”

A dark, wicked smile curved his lips.

Then he thrust in…hard. Deep. One brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.

I cried out, half laugh, half moan…because it felt so damn good, so overwhelming, like he was splitting me open in the best way. My walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned low in his throat.

He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He started moving…fast, frantic, messy. Every thrust slammed me against the wall, my back arching, legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into me. Wet sounds filled the office, skin slapping skin, my arousal coating his cock, dripping down my thighs.

I got loud…too loud…and he clapped a hand over my mouth, eyes blazing.

“Shh, baby,” he rasped against my ear. “You want the whole floor to hear how good I’m fucking you?”

I moaned into his palm, nodding, shaking my head…couldn’t think.

He spun me suddenly, bent me over his desk. Papers scattered, a coffee mug crashed to the floor. He kicked my legs wider, gripped my hips, and drove back in from behind.

I gasped, palms slapping the desk, back arching as he took me deeper than before.

“You have no idea,” he growled, voice raw, one hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back. “No fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Bend you over my desk. Make you scream my name while I’m buried inside you.”

He slammed in harder, faster, the desk shaking under us. I was leaking…dripping down my legs, soaking him, the slick sounds obscene and perfect.

I reached back, nails digging into his thigh, urging him deeper.

He gave it to me…relentless, punishing, perfect…just like he used to give Candy.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train…sudden, blinding. I shattered around him, walls pulsing, body shaking violently as I came with a muffled scream against his hand still over my mouth.

He followed seconds later…thrusting deep one last time, groaning my name low and broken as he spilled inside me, hot and thick.

We stayed like that…him buried to the root, chest heaving against my back, both of us trembling.

Slowly, a smile spread across my lips.

He was still inside me. Still hard. Finally mine.

And I’d never felt more satisfied in my life.