But it wasn’t enough.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled until her back was pressed to my chest. I wrapped one hand around her throat and used the other to play with her clit while my dick invaded every inch of her cunt. She gasped in my arms as I tightened my grip on her throat and slammed into her until she trembled and vibrated.
“Terry, oh fuck! Yes!”
It was hard and fast. The air around us thick with desire and tension, the only sound was her moans of pleasure, my grunts and the sound of my cock plunging into her wet pussy.
“I love the way your pussy is so greedy for my cock,” I growled in her ear.
“Then give me more,” she choked out on a labored breath.
I did just that, bending her over so she was trapped between me and the desk. I pumped into her cunt, hard and fast until pleasure exploded and her pussy nearly strangled my cock.
“Oh, fuck yes! Yes! Fuck…yes!” Even after she collapsed against the desk, her pussy continued to milk my cock until my own orgasm shot from my body and straight into hers.
“Fuck, Kat! Babe, yes!” I continued to thrust into her, unwilling to step away from the wet heat of her pulsing cunt. Or how good she made me feel.
I was so thoroughly fucked but being buried inside Kat, I didn’t give a shit.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kat
I’d spent more time daydreaming about Terry over the past two days than I had throughout most of my teens, which was pretty fucking sad because I was a grown woman in charge of a multi-million dollar operation.
I wasn’t some lovelorn teenager. Oh yes you are! that sarcastic little bitch who lived inside my head reminded me, and the kicker was, she was right.
Even though I knew I shouldn’t be daydreaming about the man, or the way he’d fucked me, hard and fast on my desk two nights ago, I was. But it wasn’t just his cock or the orgasms that had me drooling over him, the worst part was the way he made me laugh. The way he held me last night, like I was precious, or the way he’d made shrimp scampi for me because he remembered how much I liked it. Put all of that together, and I had no doubt, I was in love with Terry Manning.
A man who was currently doing a pretty impressive impersonation of rock or stone at the moment. He was entirely too fucking good at hiding his emotions. He gave nothing away, not with his gaze or his touch, and certainly not with his words. I felt like I was in love all by myself and that feeling sucked.
A quick glance at the man of stone as he maneuvered into the parking lot of House of Ashby, and the truth was, I was in this alone. Completely and totally alone. Even if Terry felt what I felt, he respected Jasper more. Which also sucked.
But I wasn’t going to pout about it or push him. I wasn’t even going to be the angry, passive-aggressive bitch I’d been at Sunday dinner. I was going to be the strong, independent woman I was, and slowly learn how to live without him. While enjoying the crazy hot sex for however long it lasted.
As soon as the car came to a stop, I grabbed my bag and stepped out.
“I’ll be about twenty minutes. I hope.” Ravager still hadn’t surfaced and at this point, it was no surprise. But I still needed to talk to Rachel Cruz and the other winners about doing more promo. Right now, the whole world was talking about them, and we needed to capitalize on that to make up for the money Ravager had cost us.
Even though my thoughts were on business, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched as I walked across the parking lot. Again, maybe even still. At this point, I wasn’t sure anymore. I wasn’t even sure someone was watching me, but the feeling lingered whenever I was out in public. I walked a little faster, ignoring Terry’s masculine scent or his proximity.
The creepy sensation followed me inside the gym, so I tried to focus on my job. I studied the fighters lifting weights and jumping rope, sparring. I watched their movement exercises, the way they hit the bag, and all of those details helped me worry about what was important. The company. The fighters. Yet, through all that, the feeling stuck with me that there were eyes on me, but I shook it off and slipped easily into the role of barracuda. It was what everyone expected, and I was happy to do it. More than happy, at the moment.
“Emmett, you’re looking much better.” I wrapped him in a hug and smiled, happy to see he was getting back to his old self.
“Much better than hell? Thanks, I think.” He stepped back with a friendly smile on his face, the bruises fading and cut healing. But I could see the way tension had settled in his shoulders and the wary tone in his voice. “What brings you by?”
“A few things. I need to talk to a few fighters about promo stuff, but I wanted to check in with you to see if you’d seen or heard from Ravager?”
It was a long shot and I knew he would have said something if his fighter had reached out to him, but I had to ask.
Emmett shook his head and raked a hand through brown hair that had grown longer than I’d ever seen it.
“Nah, haven’t seen him and I don’t think I will. But I’ve had plenty of time to think while waiting for the bruises
