Page 22 of Defensive Hero

Wilson

I still don’t believe you are the devil everyone else paints you to be.

I grin into the kiss, finding humor in her words. Only she would be bothered by people’s perspective of me. It’s never bothered me, and like I told her, Valor Springs is a small town, always looking for something to gossip about. A few weeks ago, everyone was talking about my brother’s runaway girlfriend who showed up from nowhere and stole his heart. This week, it is Sandy, the new legal assistant who is expected to crumble under her boss’s brash attitude.

Next week, it’ll be someone else.

Maybe if Sandy understood how small towns function, she wouldn’t take it personally.

I don’t see this monster everyone sees in you.

How precious. The way she gets all defensive over me when she believes I am being wronged, that people have the wrong idea about me, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. If people believe I am the devil incarnate it’s because I have given them every reason to.

When you are the oldest child in the Hile family, you can’t be anything but perfect and exacting.

Four generations of lawyers in my family, and it wasn’t going to end with my father, that’s for sure. I had a lot of expectations weighing on me as a kid, and I learned to toughen up to bear the weight. I don’t hate the man I was forced to become. I find that there is quite an advantage that comes with people fearing you as much as they respect you.

I don’t expect her to understand that. And yet, her conviction that I am not as bad as people think does something to my insides, and I know…

Fuck, I know deep inside that kissing her in my office during working hours isn’t the best idea, but when she says the things she does, how can she expect me to hold myself in check?

I want her.

I wanted her this morning in my car and the second she walked into my office. Her scent gave me an instant erection, but I was determined to keep working and not let myself get distracted by my desire for her.

Well, that ship has now sailed, and I can’t get enough of her kisses. The way her soft lips open for me, kissing me back like I breathe out the air she needs to live. A sentiment I share. Our tongues move together in a hot friction that sends my cock aching in my pants, and it feels forbidden.

Because it is.

I am her boss.

I should know better than to do this here, but the forbidden aspect of it makes it hard for me to stop. She doesn’t seem like she wants that either as she fists my shirt, no doubt creasing it, but that is something we will have to worry about later.

“Sir,” she whispers when we break the kiss, and keeps rocking her pelvis gently against my erection. “We shouldn’t do this here.”

Our eyes lock, and this close, I can see the golden flecks in her eyes clearly, and they are beautiful. With the right lighting, they make her eyes twinkle, and it’s fitting that my little sunshine with a smile as beautiful as hers would also carry a sparkle in her eyes.

My hands fondle her perfect tight ass before letting go to travel up her waist to the perfect swell of her tits, teasing her nipples over her shirt. “Do you want us to stop?” I ask, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her nude bra before unclasping it and tugging it down to see her naked tits. She whimpers when I squeeze her bare tits and fondle the supple mounds with my greedy palms. “I can stop if you want.”

“Not fair,” she groans, which turns into a moan when I lean down and suck a beaded nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the bud before releasing it from my mouth with a loud pop.

“All you have to do is tell me to stop,” I say gruffly, giving her other nipple the same treatment before pulling back to look into her eyes. “We can always pick this up later in the evening when we both clock out.”

She glares at me, but it’s halfhearted as best. “I don’t want to stop,” she breathes, her hands dropping to my pants, and she palms the hard ridge. “I…I want to feel you inside of me. We can do it fast, and I promise I’ll be quiet.”

A low growl climbs up my throat at her words. “And how badly do you want it?”

She pops open the buttons to my pants and tugs down the zipper, reaching into my briefs to grab my hard cock to strokeit. “Please, Sir,” she begs, fluttering her eyes at me. “Please, take me. I won’t make a sound. I promise.”

Fuck!

She is indeed a fucking temptress with those innocent eyes and a body crafted to perfection.

I grab her ass and climb off the chair, lifting her onto the desk, which sends the file I was reading earlier flying onto the floor. Our lips collide once again in a fever of need, our tongues tangling in a dance so erotic it has my precum leaking from my slit.

“I’m going to fuck you, Sandy,” I growl against her lips, pulling her to the edge of the table. “You have no idea how much I fucking need you, baby.”

“Want you too,” she whimpers, grabbing my hand and guiding it between her legs and to the arousal staining her panties. “I’ve been feeling wet and achy since you dropped me off.”