Page 42 of His Obsession
My heart was ready to leave my chest, and my stomach was doing somersaults. Was I really going to do this at the office? My own internalized battle erupting. I shouldn't be doing this, but I wanted his lips on mine, and nothing was going to stop me now.
Alek noticed my urgency and pulled me closer, our tongues dancing together. Desperation hung in the air. I let a moan fall free when his hand grasped my waist, pulling me into his office—slamming the door behind him.
His hands dropped to the edge of my skirt, dragging his fingers over my ass to bunch the fabric at my hips. He stopped, dug his fingers into my soft flesh, and hoisted me up in one swift motion, slamming me against the door.
I wrapped my legs securely around his waist and squeezed, my core coming in contact with his hard bulge. Moisture pooled between my thighs, and I moved my hips to ease the ache building between them.
Seven minutes—or what felt like it—was how long it took for me to break from his kiss and breathe. I ran my fingers through his silky hair, holding on tight, and I brought him in closer. His lips trailed down my neck, biting at my collarbone. Then he licked the pain away.
An ache deep in my gut drove me to the brink of destruction with the pain he inflicted, then took away. It was a new sensation I’d never experienced, and I wanted more.
I continued my need to get closer, to build sweet pressure for that explosive reward at the end. Alek moved, carrying me to his desk, swiping it clear, and placing my ass on the cold hardwood. Shivers traveled up and down my body, and the build dissipated.
His fingers gripped hold of my panties, and I lifted my ass, helping him pull them off faster. Alek fisted my torn lace panties and brought them to his nose, inhaling my scent. My stomach ignited at the erotic image before me, and I bit my lip.
Alek pocketed them and pressed his lips between the V of my shirt, and bit my breast, causing me to cry out. That new sensation burned deep in my gut and ignited a flame I doubted we could ever extinguish.
His fingers appeared between my legs, flicking the small bundle of nerves begging for attention. I gasped and grabbed his tie, pulling him back to my lips and consume him.
I could feel the prelude of my orgasm when a knock at the door interrupted us, and my stomach dropped. Alek continued his movements, never stopping, even though someone was about to come through the door and ruin the moment.
“Finish,” he whispered in my ear. Words said so quietly only I could hear them. The thought of letting myself go while another person was sitting on the other side of the door was more exhilarating than I could imagine. A rush came over me at the thought of being caught, and I rocked against his fingers.
“One minute,” Alek said, responding to the person. His voice was calm as if he was sitting at his desk, checking Facebook. Heat flushed my skin, and I quickly forgot my embarrassment. Alek flicked his thumb and forced my body to flood with electricity, causing me to bury my mouth in his jacket and muffle my cries in the material. Tingles rushed down to my toes, and my legs twitched with the remnants of what was now the most memorable orgasm I’d ever had.
Alek slipped his thumb into his mouth, tasting my juices, and adjusted his hair, making it appear as though nothing happened. My heaving breaths hitched when another knock came at the door, bringing me out of my haze. I pushed Alek out of the way, hopped off the desk, and pulled my skirt down over my shaking thighs.
“I said, give me a fucking minute!”
I placed a quick peck on his cheek and ran behind the door. Alek fixed his tie and jacket and took his chair behind his desk.
“Come in,” he said as if I wasn’t even there.
The knob turned, and the door swung open, almost knocking into me. Becca strolled through in her knee-length dress, designed to resemble a peacock and its iridescent colors.
She stopped at his desk, halting to look at the items strewn all over the floor, and I slipped out the door.
“You have anger issues, Alek. What is this?” Becca said. She must have thought he threw everything on the floor in a fit of rage like he did with my dresser—not that she knew about my dresser. I paused, slipping off my heels, and padded to the bathroom, his response still audible.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Becca.”
I bit my lip and quietly pushed open the bathroom door.
I looked at myself in the mirror and straightened the stray hairs that escaped my bun. I stared at myself in the mirror, chastising myself for being so reckless and enjoying it. I rolled my eyes at my reflection and tried to appear like I didn’t almost get caught red-handed.
I sat in my chair and sipped my coffee when Becca opened the door to Alek’s office.
“Liz! You came back!” She pulled me into a hug. “My God, what happened to your face?”
“Hi, Becca,” I covered the bruise with my fingertips, “Someone punched me.”
“Oh my gosh, that is terrible. Why would somebody do that?”
“She wanted the cart more than I did, I guess,” I said, shrugging, sticking to the lie I told Lucy. It’d be easier to keep the story straight.
“Wow, people are nuts these days,” she said, looking at her trembling hands. “You know…” she hesitated, “after what happened with Mr. Donovan, I thought you weren’t coming back.” Her eyes brimmed with tears. I didn’t think she liked me that much to be crying over me leaving, so I figured these were tears for Mr. Donovan.
"Yeah, sorry, I needed a day to process. So much happened last week, and it was a little much." That much was true, but there was so much that happened behind the scenes. Becca didn’t know the real reason I didn’t show up on Friday, and I would leave it at that.