Relinquish(48)

He growls, the sound of his teeth grating. “Don’t ever call me that,” he rasps into my ear. The heat of his breath causes me to moan. He turns me around and picks me up, his fingers digging into my dress-cladded thighs.

“What if you’re not my escort right now? No rules,” he breathes heavily, placing me down on his desk.

“Like, pretending?” I question, digging my heels into his ass, pushing him closer.

“Exactly,” he whispers, brushing my hair from my face. “Just two normal people.”

“How do normal couples meet? What do ordinary people do when they’re together?” I murmur, not having the first clue how a normal couple does things.

Landon slides his hands up each of my thighs, pushing my dress up quickly, revealing my smooth legs and thighs.

“We met on a golf course. I asked you out on a date,” he mutters, his words drawn out and heavy with his harsh breathing as I undo his pants.

“I don’t sleep with a guy until date number three,” I inform him, my hands fisting his hard cock and pulling it free. My mouth parts when I see it. I forgot how big, how thick it is. He hisses through his teeth as I slide my fingers along his shaft.

“Two, because you couldn’t resist me when I bought you some stupid necklace my shitty-paying job paid for,” he grunts. His hand dips below my dress and pulls my thong to the side, swiping a finger between my wetness, causing me to buck against his hand with an uncontrollable urge.

“You’re soaking,” he sighs heavily. I am. My body doesn’t respond to other guys like it does for Landon. He does something to me. Maybe it’s because he’s a prick. Maybe…

I spread my legs wide and grab him by the tie, pulling him toward me.

“Take me, Landon,” I beg, my mouth parted to allow my harsh breathing to escape. I can’t help my weakness for this man. He’s a vast ocean of sex and sin, and I’m just along for the ride. His tide is unavoidable.

He darts his hand behind his back and pulls his wallet out. His fingers tug at a condom and he rips it open with his teeth, placing it along his impressive length.

My eyes flicker from his cock to his green eyes, my body warming with excitement. He smirks in arrogance, slides my thong to the side again, and grabs me by the ass cheeks with the other hand, plowing his hard cock into my heat. My body arches, my hands choking his tie as he growls out with intolerable need.

“Yes,” I whisper, pleasure blossoming in the pit of my belly. All the air in my lungs vanishes with the breathtaking feeling of him deep inside me. This is what I needed, who I needed. When he’s inside me, he puts all the shattered pieces of my life back together. I can’t figure out for the life of me why I’m so drawn to him, but at this moment, I don’t give a f*ck.

He thrusts into me again, a guttural moan leaving his lips as he picks up the pace. I close my eyes and allow the sensation of something other than pain, more than rock-bottom taking hold of my senses.

“Kiss me,” I moan seductively. I pull on his tie, bringing his lips to mine. As soon as they find purchase, my world explodes with feeling. His tongue seeks mine with greed, and I accept with a craving so hungry it will never be satisfied. Not with Landon.

I nibble on his bottom lip when he tries to pull away, bringing him back for one last taste. His palms graze the inside of my thigh, causing me to hiss with satisfaction. They sweep upward, his thumb finding my clit. He gives it a hard swirl, and that’s it for me. My eyes snap shut as I’m thrown into oblivion. My body thrusts uncontrollably and I spasm beneath him. My foot kicks the phone off the desk. I whimper, the pleasure borderline painful. He takes his hand from between my legs and grabs me by the ass cheeks hard, pounding into me as he roars with his release.

I pant for air, him still inside me as we both come down from our high, the sounds of our harsh breathing filling the silent room. He pulls his cock from me, causing shivers to race up my back.

He glances at me and swipes his thumb along his bottom lip.

I push my dress down and hop off his desk, the room strained with our silence.

A knock sounds at the door that has Landon shoving himself back into his pants quickly.

“Have you seen— Oh, there you are.” Veronica glares at me. “I was looking for you,” she remarks, crossing her arms.

“Here I am,” I reply, brushing my hair down.

“Yes, yes, you are,” she murmurs, arching a brow at me. “You clean up well.” She smiles, but her snarky-ass tone contradicts the expression.

“I take it the paperwork is filled out?” She looks around me, searching for Landon.

“I’ll take care of it, Veronica,” Landon clips, sitting in his chair. I bite my cheek, remembering that damn paperwork. I don’t want to fill it out, considering it’s the last nail trapping my freedom in a coffin.

“Yes, I’m sure you will,” she sneers, turning to leave.

“We’re done for the day. We’ll pick up with the paperwork tomorrow.” Landon doesn’t even look up at me, just resumes the paperwork on his desk. I bite my lip, my chest feeling the pinch of his cold tone. He’d do anything to get me out of here right now, which stings. I close my eyes and think about Jayden.

“Is there any way I can go home on the weekend, or see Jayden?” I question, peering up from under my lashes at Landon.