“Your fucking eyes better be on my pussy, Theo.”
“Untie my hands,” I rasp out. My control is slipping.
“No talking,” she moans, reminding me of the rules. Her body is trembling as she gets closer. Her legs spread wider, giving me an unobstructed view.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“Theo.” Arching her back, finding her clit with her other hand, she brings herself silent relief. Wetness leaks from between her fingers onto the wood grain of the desk.
Sweating and panting, still high from her orgasm, she stands and sashays toward me.
Thank fucking heavens. I don’t think I could have lasted one second longer.
She unties my hands slowly, giving the pink marks on my wrists a kiss. When I’m free, I jump up, my knees throbbing from being on them so long. I grab her hips, turning her around, forcing her face-first into the chair.
“Fuck McCallister’s Monday,” I growl, yanking my pants down in one swift motion.
Her gasp is cut short when I plunge into her glistening pussy. Holy shit. Her inner walls pull me in deep, caressing me with warm, methodic spasms.
I’m barely containing myself. My hips are bucking wildly in an uncontrolled rhythm as I thrust in and out, watching as my dick disappears in between her cheeks. Anniston loses her grip on the chairback and bends farther at the waist, wrapping her hands around the seat. Attagirl. I can smell my musky cologne seeping out of my pores, that’s how fucking hot it is in here. I set a punishing pace, each stroke going deeper than the last.
Anniston bites down on my hand, and I know she’s stifling the urge to scream. Her nails scrape across the chair, attempting to hold on.
“Do you need to come, McCallister?”
She moans into my hand. Desperation is obvious in the pitch of her voice as she fights to maintain her sense of control. It’s futile at this point. Her answer contradicts what her body tells me. “No.”
“No?” Her challenge only ratchets up my pace.
I reach around her hip, finding her swollen nub. Creating a circular pattern, I increase the pressure until her legs are quivering, her body begging for release.
“Are you sure?”
She whimpers against my fingers. “Yes! God, yes!”
Without a sound, I pound into her clenching pussy until we both tip over the edge with a collective moan.
With a playful swat to her ass, I quip, “I love Mondays.”
She laughs, exhausted, intertwining our fingers as I go soft inside her.
“Commander.”
I’m immediately on alert when Anniston answers her cell phone on speaker. Cade wouldn’t call her unless it were serious.
She sets the phone on the desk while she dresses and asks, “What’s wrong?”
Cade hesitates, almost as if he’s unsure how to begin. “While I was taking the girl home, Lawson left the house. The hospital called, he was assaulted.”
Anniston gasps. “Is he okay?”
“A fractured wrist and some bruises is all the nurse would tell me. I’m on my way now. I left Hayes in charge of the others.”
She almost cuts him off with her response. “We’ll meet you over there.” Ending the call, there’s an expression of guilt left on her face.
“Ans…”
“I didn’t console him or tell him there was nothing he could have done to prevent it. He can’t control everything.”
I want to say,who the fuck cares, Cade’s a big boy. But I don’t. Instead, I rub her back soothingly. “He knows that.”
One thing bothers me about his whole situation though. Cade said Lawson had been behaving, allowing Cade and the others to help sort out the situation with Nicole. If I find he is keeping motherfucking secrets again and endangering my girl, we are going to have words.
“Finish getting dressed. At least we get to blow this snoozefest.” She barely returns my smile, so I add, “Lawson is a fucking idiot. There is nothing you or Cade can do to stop whatever dumbass decisions he makes.”
She nods her head, acknowledging that I’m right, or, she’s too upset to argue Lawson’s character on his behalf. Either way, we both dress in uncomfortable silence and sneak out of the empty office to be by Lawson’s side.
