“Mine,” he whispered, his mouth kissing the side of her throat.
“Yours,” she agreed hoarsely, arching her back, pressing herself into him, offering herself to him completely.
“I’m going to take you now,” he growled softly, his lips rumbling into the side of her neck. “Right here, against this filing cabinet.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. He wasn’t asking her permission; he was taking what was his.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered back, but had she spoken the words aloud or were they just in her head, lost in the moan he drew from her with his expert mouth and fingers?
He spun her around, her shoulder slamming shut the drawer of the filing cabinet with a bang but she didn’t even flinch at the sound or the pain as he rucked up her skirt, his fingers busy inside her blouse and knickers, turning her on in the wildest, most primal of ways. She clung to him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her mouth on his, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, tighter, completely lost in the moment.
He released her for a second, pulling a foil packet from his pants pocket before dropping to his knees in front of her. His mouth was on her crotch, his whiskers tickled her inner thighs, she could feel his teeth right there. His lips. His tongue. She could feel a tugging on her underwear, heard the rip of fabric tearing, felt the cool air on her exposed pussy as he used his teeth to tear her knickers from her, baring her to his gaze. He cast her ruined knickers aside and she arched her back, pressing her shoulders against the filing cabinet and her pelvis into him as his hot tongue lapped at her eagerly, flicking her clit, his fingers parted her swollen lips and his tongue delved deep inside, exploring her, tasting her. Already, she wanted to scream. He’d brought her right to the edge of the precipice and left her there, dangling, while he sheathed himself, locked his eyes on hers and covered her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily, passionately, making her taste her own salty, bitter juices.
He lifted her up, sliding her up the front of the filing cabinet, wedging her there with his body and she wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him tightly, as he lowered her onto his cock. She gasped as he entered her, stretching her wide, filling her so completely, taking her so thoroughly.
“Mine,” he growled, nipping her throat, driving himself deeper into her, and she matched her thrusts with his, moving her hips in a delicate dance, taking him fully.
Her fingers tugged his hair, curled around his collar, tightened on him however they could. Her breasts, tight, achy, hot, screamed against the lacy confines of her bra, so tender the soft fabric chafed her nipples. Every nerve ending was on fire. The whole world was spinning around her; she was going to explode.
He came at the same time she did, shuddering then stilling, at the same time she groaned out his name, digging her nails into his shirt, his hair, clenching her thighs around him tighter as she tipped off the ledge he’d brought her to only moments before, flying with him.
She collapsed against him, spent, her thighs burning, breathing hard.
“You are incredible!” she murmured as he held her tight, snug against his chest.
Then she remembered. “My knickers!” she glanced down at them, horrified. There was no way she could put them back on; he’d torn them completely in two.
“You don’t need them,” he informed her. “I will like knowing that my little girl is sitting out there at her desk, bare-bottomed under her skirt. Such a naughty little girl.”
“But...”
“No buts,” Matthew cut her off. “You will remain bare for me today. I’m in court tomorrow, and for the next couple of weeks. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, that’s why I called you in here under the guise of filing. I’m going to be away, I’ve got a big court case starting tomorrow, and I won’t see you for a couple of weeks. That’s why I claimed you now—and that’s why you will do what I asked, and wear no knickers for the rest of today, to please me. So I can remember you like this when I can’t see you.”
Jilly’s heart clenched. He was going away? Now? Right when it was starting to feel like they had something real going on? Her eyes filled with tears and she twisted out of his grasp, away from him. “So you used me like that, and now you’re going to leave me?” she whispered, barely able to form the words through her tears.
He’s just like Cameron, her inner mind snarked. I tried to warn you, and you wouldn’t listen.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close but she fought him, flailing with her arms, pushing him away.
“Listen to me, baby girl,” he commanded, trying to catch her wrists.
“No!”
“Yes.” In one swift movement he grabbed her waist, spun her around, lifted up her skirt, and landed a harsh, resounding smack! on her bare bottom. It stung, and it shocked her. She stilled. He took hold of her shoulders, moved her to face him, looked into her eyes.
“I am not leaving you, baby girl. Not now, not ever. You are mine. I claimed you. I’m not going anywhere. I will be out of the office for a couple of weeks because I have a trial—my client is up on murder—but that doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking of you every minute I can. I’m still your daddy, and you’re still my little girl. I’ll be busy—but not too busy to email you and text you and whatever else you want. I will be back, baby girl. I promise.” He spoke slowly, firmly, shaking her gently, as though he
