I couldn’t move anything but my hand on his and my lips as we kissed, the pleasure so intense that I needed the desk to keep me stable.
“Dom, I—” I choked as his thrust thudded through my ass.
“I love you,” he said, watching me, his raw emotion feeding my own. “I love you,” he repeated, my heart swelling so fiercely that it pushed me over the edge. He kissed me again, and I groaned against his mouth as pleasure seared through my blood, burning my body with pain as I came.
I stayed pressed against him, letting him stroke me through it.
There were papers on the desk: reports, balance sheets, and proposals, along with my open laptop. My cum landed on all of them, and I didn’t care.
“You are so fucking amazing,” he sighed happily as his thumb brushed my neck, reaching for my lips again. I could feel his heartbeat through my back, our rapid breaths feeding each other.
Closing my eyes, I let him kiss me for the last time. The realisation was sinking in, of what I’d done, of what I’d given him, of how I’d let him get away with so much.
“I love you,” he murmured again, and I was dangerously close to believing him.
I bent forwards, breaking our grasp on my cock, my hand leaving his neck, giving myself space. I pressed my palm flat against the surface of my desk to support myself. Because it wasfar too easy to lean against Dom’s chest and let him carry me away.
My anger revived, piercing through me. I had invited him here so he could apologise to me, to give him a chance, to find an actual reason that what he’d done was somehow acceptable.
Not so he could fuck with me.
He stepped back, giving me some space. There was a moment of silence before he drew in a heavy breath, preparing to say something. But all the hurt that had been cleansed by his lips came back with full force.
“Get out, Dom,” I said quietly, my eyes glued to the spread of cum on my desk, shivering at how far I felt I’d fallen.
“Harry…”
“I said, get out!” I shouted.
I kept my head down, his footsteps dull on the plush carpet that covered my office.
My trembling grew harder the longer he was in the room with me, and I grit my teeth, clutching at whatever sanity I had left.
Pressing harder into the surface of my desk kept me grounded. When he left, I could try to work out what I was going to do about him, and about everything.
He paused by the door, my body tensing further. I didn’t want to hear anything else. I was weak enough already. “I’m not giving up, handsome. I won’t let you go.”
My head snapped up. “You don’t have a choice anymore. You stopped having one the moment I found out what you did.”
Dom winced at my harshness, but it was well deserved.
He held my gaze for a moment, searching me for something, but he wouldn’t find anything. Too much had changed, and I couldn’t tell who I was anymore.
“That’s fine, handsome. You go back to your colourless life. But it’ll be interesting to see how long you last. I’ll be here as soon as you need me.”
My sneer felt so natural I wanted to wipe it away. “I won’t. Get rid of any expectations you have of me,” I said, pressing my tongue hard against the roof of my mouth to stop the sting of pain and bloody guilt threatening to pour out.
“Yeah.” Dom twisted his lips, sticking his hand in his jacket pocket. “Keep telling yourself that. You know where I’ll be.” He tilted his head, bringing his phone out of his pocket, shaking it with a smirk.
He chuckled as he left, my anger winning over as the door closed behind him.
All that was left was pure shock, and the silence of my office.
I thought Dom would fight harder to be understood. But the best he could do was make me come and admit it was wrong without apologising.
I grabbed my abandoned chair, throwing myself into it, notching my head back to look at the ceiling.
There was still Molly and work to deal with, and the mess on my desk. But I didn’t care about any of it. Because a single look at Dom had me completely and utterly devastated. It didn’t matter how much I told him to stay away from me, I was the onewho couldn’t stop wanting him. I knew that my body would keep craving him, and that was nothing compared to my heart.