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that.
The good thing about expectations? If you have them, they are almost always met.
The bad thing? They are rarely met in the way you hoped.
Aleena stared at me for a long minute, and then she shook her head and started to laugh.
That laugh echoed. Through the silence of the office, off the walls and back to my ears. It echoed and rang and the only way I was able to sit there and not react was because I’d had too many fucking years of not reacting, of not allowing myself the luxury of reacting.
But it was an effort.
That laugh was jagged and harsh, full of mockery and misery and loathing. But I couldn’t tell who it was directed at. Herself…or me.
“Us?” she finally said. Aleena leaned forward and grabbed the glass of wine that had been put in front of her nearly thirty minutes earlier. She drank half of it and then put the glass down.
“ Us ?” she repeated, staring at me with speculation. “Exactly what us do you mean, Dominic? There is no us.”
“Of course there is,” I snapped.
She surged upright then, moving with such speed that she sent the wine glass flying. Drops of ruby red splattered on the floor, but she didn’t even look. Her pale green eyes locked on mine and she sneered at me. “ Us ? Oh, bite me, Dominic. The only us that exists is the us that suits you. You want me in your fucking bed—excuse the pun there. That’s it . Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like a real break before we get back to the interviews—”
She’d delivered those words as she strode to the door, the final words said over her shoulder. Before she could open the door, I slammed my hand against it.
She turned and glared at me. “Do you mind ?”
“Yes.” Then I jerked her up against me and slanted my mouth over hers.
She didn’t respond.
Just then, I didn’t care. I would make her react. I knew she wanted me.
She went to shove me away and I caught her wrists, dragged them over her head, my lips forcing hers apart. When I traced my tongue along her bottom lip, she shuddered.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I whispered against her mouth. Slowly, I lifted my head and stared down into her eyes.
She was panting, her breath coming in hard, labored gasps. I could feel each ragged, unsteady rise and fall. I could feel her nipples, even through the layers of her bra and blouse, through my own clothes. Still watching her, I lifted a hand and cupped her breast, peering into her eyes as I circled the swollen peak with my thumb. “You don’t want this?”
“You son of a bitch,” she said, her voice rough. “You know I do.”
I caught the hem of her skirt and dragged it up.
She wore stockings, the kind that ended high on her thigh. I toyed with the wide band of lace, traced the edge with my fingers before I caught the thin strip of cotton that covered her crotch. A miserable excuse for panties. A woman like her should be wearing silk and lace. She whimpered as I ran my finger across the damp material. Tugging it out of the way, I bent my head and whispered into her ear, “Unzip me, Aleena.”
For a few seconds, the world froze. Nothing happened.
Then, I felt her fingers moving between us and fire flooded me, arcing between us as she slid her hand inside my open fly and freed me, wrapping her hand around my cock and stroking. Up, down, up, down…I didn’t realize I was blindly pumping into her touch until a warning jolt of pleasure raced down my spine.
Snarling, I caught her hand and shoved it over her head. Not like that.
Her eyes were wide. Slowly, I bent my knees to accommodate for the difference in our height and then, angling my hips, I waited for consent. I would push her, but I would never truly force her. I could never do that to anyone, let alone someone I–
She caught my cock and guided me to her entrance.
I drove in, deep, hard and fast. Home.
She shuddered and brought up one knee.
I caught the other and lifted her. She clung to me as I carried her across the room, over to the
The good thing about expectations? If you have them, they are almost always met.
The bad thing? They are rarely met in the way you hoped.
Aleena stared at me for a long minute, and then she shook her head and started to laugh.
That laugh echoed. Through the silence of the office, off the walls and back to my ears. It echoed and rang and the only way I was able to sit there and not react was because I’d had too many fucking years of not reacting, of not allowing myself the luxury of reacting.
But it was an effort.
That laugh was jagged and harsh, full of mockery and misery and loathing. But I couldn’t tell who it was directed at. Herself…or me.
“Us?” she finally said. Aleena leaned forward and grabbed the glass of wine that had been put in front of her nearly thirty minutes earlier. She drank half of it and then put the glass down.
“ Us ?” she repeated, staring at me with speculation. “Exactly what us do you mean, Dominic? There is no us.”
“Of course there is,” I snapped.
She surged upright then, moving with such speed that she sent the wine glass flying. Drops of ruby red splattered on the floor, but she didn’t even look. Her pale green eyes locked on mine and she sneered at me. “ Us ? Oh, bite me, Dominic. The only us that exists is the us that suits you. You want me in your fucking bed—excuse the pun there. That’s it . Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like a real break before we get back to the interviews—”
She’d delivered those words as she strode to the door, the final words said over her shoulder. Before she could open the door, I slammed my hand against it.
She turned and glared at me. “Do you mind ?”
“Yes.” Then I jerked her up against me and slanted my mouth over hers.
She didn’t respond.
Just then, I didn’t care. I would make her react. I knew she wanted me.
She went to shove me away and I caught her wrists, dragged them over her head, my lips forcing hers apart. When I traced my tongue along her bottom lip, she shuddered.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I whispered against her mouth. Slowly, I lifted my head and stared down into her eyes.
She was panting, her breath coming in hard, labored gasps. I could feel each ragged, unsteady rise and fall. I could feel her nipples, even through the layers of her bra and blouse, through my own clothes. Still watching her, I lifted a hand and cupped her breast, peering into her eyes as I circled the swollen peak with my thumb. “You don’t want this?”
“You son of a bitch,” she said, her voice rough. “You know I do.”
I caught the hem of her skirt and dragged it up.
She wore stockings, the kind that ended high on her thigh. I toyed with the wide band of lace, traced the edge with my fingers before I caught the thin strip of cotton that covered her crotch. A miserable excuse for panties. A woman like her should be wearing silk and lace. She whimpered as I ran my finger across the damp material. Tugging it out of the way, I bent my head and whispered into her ear, “Unzip me, Aleena.”
For a few seconds, the world froze. Nothing happened.
Then, I felt her fingers moving between us and fire flooded me, arcing between us as she slid her hand inside my open fly and freed me, wrapping her hand around my cock and stroking. Up, down, up, down…I didn’t realize I was blindly pumping into her touch until a warning jolt of pleasure raced down my spine.
Snarling, I caught her hand and shoved it over her head. Not like that.
Her eyes were wide. Slowly, I bent my knees to accommodate for the difference in our height and then, angling my hips, I waited for consent. I would push her, but I would never truly force her. I could never do that to anyone, let alone someone I–
She caught my cock and guided me to her entrance.
I drove in, deep, hard and fast. Home.
She shuddered and brought up one knee.
I caught the other and lifted her. She clung to me as I carried her across the room, over to the
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