“So, what am I allowed to know? I’m not allowed to know when something is wrong, even if I could help you?”
At this, I wrap my arms across my chest and scoff, his eyes darkening at my dismissal of his help, jaw tightening.
Fuck, that’s distracting.
“You know what I choose to tell you. This is my club, and I will decide what information to give to myemployees,” I snap.
“An employee, is that what I am Harper?” He seems to relax, which makes my hackles rise. Why is he getting calmer when I can feel my blood pressure spiking.
“Yes.”
He calmly starts walking back to me, as if he’s moving in slow motion, dragging out each step.
“I’m only allowed to know the things that apply to me, is that it? Was I allowed to know that you paid for Emma’s treatment? Was that relevant enough for me to know about? I must have missed when you told me about that, which is pretty fucking unlikely, considering I hang on your every word. Even the lies.” I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly, he’s only one step away from me now.
“I didn’t pay…” I’m cut off by Colton’s body crowding me against the desk, pulling my hands up to his chest, daring me to push him away, before bracing an arm on either side of me.
He leans down and buries his face into my neck, breathing deeply as his heartbeat ticks faster and faster under my palm. He slowly drags his nose up the column of my neck, making me shiver and curl my palms against his shirt, torn between pulling him closer or pushing him away.
“What about what you did to Cassie Harlin? Was that for me, Sunshine? Were you protecting what’s yours?” He nips my ear for emphasis, making me yelp at the shock of the small bite or being called out I can’t tell. “What am I, Harper?”
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
My head sounds like those stupid birds from the movie about the lost fish. Chanting, desperate to tell him, to let the words burst from my lips and crumble my resolve.
Instead, I don’t answer him, tilting my head to give him better access to lick and kiss his way back down my neck, reaching the place where my neck meets my shoulder. He grazes his teeth across the smooth expanse of skin, teasing me. I move my hands down his chest, looping my fingers throughhis belt loops and tugging his hard length against where it presses against my stomach. He lets out a deep rumble that vibrates against my skin, and I feel my thighs shift, wetness pooling under my skirt.
My hands trail against the waistband of his pants, and when I trace the edge with a painted nail towards the center of his abdomen, his control shatters.
His hands, which have been planted against the surface of the desk, reach down to palm my ass and lift, hauling me up to sit on its edge, scattering papers and pens in the process. He pushes forward once I’m seated, spreading my legs apart to cradle his hips, the hem of my skirt pushed obscenely up my tanned thighs. My legs wrap around his waist, digging my heels into his ass until he’s close enough to feel his hard bulge press against my center. We are both staring down where our bodies collide, as I try to shift against him, silently pleading for more.
He grips my chin and tips my face back up to meet his. “Do you see how perfectly we fit together, Sunshine. This body was fucking made for me,” he growls against my mouth, still gripping my jaw when he puts me out of my misery, crashing his lips against mine. This isn’t slow and sensual, it’s hungry and fevered, a battle without words.
Colton brings both hands up to frame my face, slowly rocking his hips against me, a filthy, dirty, wonderful, mean, tease. The tiny swatch of fabric between my legs soaked enough to bet I’m making a mess over the front of his slacks. He pulls back, breaking the kiss and taking a step back, staring at me in wonder. Gaze trailing from my mussed hair and puffy lips to my spread legs and arms braced behind me for support.
Each of his hands grips one of my legs, slowly dragging them up my thighs, spreading my legs even wider as he drops to one knee and then the other.
“Colton,” I pant, barely audible in the silent space as hekisses and licks his way up my thighs, switching sides as he goes. Not playing favorites.
I remember the last time he was on his knees for me in this office. Even then it was too much for me, his gaze making me feel exposed in a space designed to make me untouchable. Telling him to stop before he could get any closer.
I should have kept that distance.
Colton on his knees for me now is devastatingly beautiful.
“Are you going to tell me to stop again, Sunshine?” he breathes into my skin, also recalling the last time we were in this position.
I don’t respond, just run one hand through his hair, tugging him closer, permission and request in one.
I shudder as he leans down to lick my throbbing clit through the silk fabric of my thong, skating his hands higher to find the band of the underwear resting on my hips. I lift as much as I can, while his tongue continues to work in slow strokes. My legs are already starting to shake when he leans back to pull my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, a kiss to my ankle as he tugs the material off. When I look down, he’s smiling as he tucks my silk black thong into his back pocket. I start to protest when he turns his face back to my thigh andbites. I release what can only be described as a sob when he soothes the area with kisses and licks, bringing his face closer to my bare cunt.
“Fuck I need this. We need this,” I mutter; to myself, Colton or the goddess above I don’t know.
Colton shifts his hands under my thighs and tugs, pulling me forward, ass barely on the desk anymore, my back falling against the wood and body shuddering at the way his calloused hands feel wrapping around my thighs to open me back up.
“We just need to get it out of our system. We need this,” I slur into the abyss. The shift in the air isn’t gradual or a quiet let down of arousal, it’s an ice bath thrown over an inferno,snuffed out with a careless barrage of excuses and barriers. Colton’s entire body stiffens, and not in the fun, fuck me kind ofstiff.
He leans his head against my inner thigh for a moment taking a long, drawn-out breath, before he pulls back and sits his perfect ass back against his heels, shifting his hands to rest against my knees.