Chapter Fifty-eight

Sammie held tight to Tom as the two faced off. Tom pointed threateningly at Gavin. “You stay the fuck away from her,” he snarled.

Gavin wiped at his face again, wincing. “Christ, you never hit me when I banged your old lady, Bray. Tease you about your latest skank and I’m down in seconds. Is her pussy made of gold or something?”

Tom growled and lunged for him again, and one of the bartenders helped Sammie to hold him back. “Get him out of here,” Sammie ordered the security and then his eyes narrowed on Gavin. “I see you out on the street, I’ll knock your teeth through the back of your skull.”

At Sammie’s threat Gavin made a face and let the security manhandle him out of the club.

I stared wide-eyed at Tom, not really even registering Gavin’s horrible words. Tom had hit someone. Over me? After just telling me he’d never hit anyone since he was nineteen, he’d hit someone. Over me. Or was it about his ex-wife?

I struggled to process it, the blood still whooshing in my ears. Tom jerked Sammie’s hands off him.

“You alright, bud?” Sammie asked him.

Instead of answering, Tom’s eyes slid to me. His arm shot out and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me as he spun around and started making his way towards his office. I shot a wide-eyed look over my shoulder at a worried Emelie, but didn’t stop the momentum for fear I’d go over on my ankle.

I was hauled into the office with a sharp tug and I tottered up against Tom’s ‘nice and big’ office desk as the door crashed shut behind us. Very deliberately, Tom turned the lock.

I waited, unnerved by this fire-breathing, scary caveman-on-crack, version of Tom as he strode menacingly towards me. “First, you wear that dress so every man in this club wants to screw you. Then you start flirting with the man who fucking betrayed me,” he hissed into my face.

I pushed against his chest to no avail, my own anger rising. “Hey!” I retorted. “One: back off the dress. I like it, so suck it up. And two: I didn’t even know who he was!”

If it was even possible his face got a whole lot cloudier. I shivered, trying to step back, but the desk was in my way. “And yet you were still flirting with him!”

He’d never yelled at me before, and I flinched back, intimidated and pissed off in equal measure. I shoved harder at his chest, but he only pressed into my hands like a damn cement block. “Me?” I huffed incredulously. “You ask me to take the night off for this, and then I find out you’ve invited all your previous fuck buddies and girlfriends, and you

spend the entire night flirting your ass off with more than one of them! What is this, Tom?” I felt the anger dissolve into hurt and with it my voice grew quieter, “Is this me getting laid off early?”

I watched some of the fury melt from his expression, his hands coming up to grip my hips tight to his. My breath stuttered at the feel of his erection rubbing against me, but I wasn’t surprised. There was something electric between us, and it was really confusing being this angry and this turned on all at the same time. “Babe, that wasn’t anything out there,” his voice was low, his head bending towards mine. “I wanted a big take tonight, and a lot of those girls like to party and have a lot of friends who like to party. That’s all it was.”

“And the flirting?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t even realize. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I scoffed, needing to hold onto a little bit of dignity. “You didn’t hurt me. I can’t be hurt by you.”

At my scathing tone, Tom’s mouth hardened—the anger was back. I found myself pushed roughly against the desk as Tom grasped the back of my thighs and lifted my legs, pressing in between them as he shoved the hem of my dress up to my waist. I clutched at him for balance, the desk cold against my backside. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Whatson.”

I tried to push at him, but he only pressed deeper, his right hand leaving my leg to unbutton his slacks. I was panting now. “I’m not lying.”

I felt his cock nudge against my sex as he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You’re lying.” He kissed my neck.

Then he surprised me by taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

I could only nod unsurely, feeling out of control of the entire situation. “Babe.” He pulled back, his eyes blazing now with something I didn’t understand. “I hit him,” he said hoarsely and I suddenly realized the look was disbelief. “I hit him. Seeing him with you . . . I hit him.”

Because of me. I cupped his face in my hands, suddenly not afraid of him. “Don’t,” I whispered across his lips. “Don’t do that to yourself.”

He crushed my lips beneath his at the exact same time he tore my panties off, his tongue thrusting into my mouth hungrily as his cock thrust hungrily inside me. I gasped at the sudden invasion, arching my back as he gripped me high by the back of the thighs and pounded into me over and over, my cries of pleasure filling the office, his grunts muffled in my neck. “Whatson,” he growled, trying to bury deeper. “Lie back,” he demanded.

I did it instantly, falling back, the bare skin revealed by the dress pressed against the cool wood. At this angle, Tom lifted my legs higher, allowing him to slide in harder, deeper. I writhed on the desk, my lower body completely in Tom’s control. The torture was exquisite, and the orgasm tore through me in record time.

Tom wasn’t done. As I came down off my orgasm, I watched him watch me as he ground into me, chasing his own climax. I could feel another orgasm building. When Tom came, he threw his head back, his teeth gritted, the muscles in his neck straining as his hips jerked against me. The feel of him coming inside of me, the image of his face in release, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I cried out, my sex pulsing around his cock as I came again.

“Jesus.” Tom watched me, hunger in his eyes.

Finally, my muscles relaxed and I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath.

He was still inside me when he apologized softly, “I was a dick tonight.”

“Yeah,” I murmured.

He squeezed my hip. “Am I forgiven?”

I opened my eyes and smiled, amused. “I already accepted the two orgasms as an apology.”

Tom didn’t laugh like he normally would. Instead he nudged his semi-hard cock a little further inside me until I could almost feel it kissing my womb, and he muttered, “Mine.”

I blinked, not sure I heard right. “What?”

“Come on,” Tom sighed, pulling carefully out of me and tucking himself back into his pants. He gently eased me up off the table and grimaced as he picked up my torn panties.

“Now, I’m walking out of there in this dress without any underwear on, Caveman.” I grinned saucily.

Tom closed his eyes at the thought. “Fuck.”