A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)(44)

He meets me at the entrance and stares at me for a long moment before he reaches for my hand. Contact. I feel like I can’t breathe when he guides me to his office. “This place is like a tomb,” I say.

“Yeah, I’m the only one left. It’s been such an awful week, everyone took off earlier than usual, but I had some things I needed to finish up, so I’m the last one here.

“Nice.”

“Nice?”

“Yes, Ben, nice,” and I wiggle my brows so he catches on.

“Oh.” His lips round perfectly when he says the word. “I see, Ms. Calhoun. It appears you may have an ulterior motive here.”

“That I do, but I have to say I’m a little confused.”

“Confused?” he repeats.

“You don’t call, you don’t write.” I say it in jest, though he knows I want an answer.

His face hardens and I immediately realize I’ve said the wrong thing.

“Yeah, about that. I think …”

“And that’s your problem. You’re thinking too much.” I don’t want him to go into some f*ck buddy explanation because I have a sinking feeling that’s what he was going to. So I walk into his personal space and lean into him to run my tongue over the seam of his pinched lips. This is so not my style, but I’m willing to give it a shot. I pray he doesn’t push me away.

“Sam.” He stops me and I would have felt rejected if not for the glazed eye look he’s giving me. “I’m pretty busy here if I expect to see my bed at all tonight. What did you have in mind?”

“Do you really have to ask?” He smells so perfect that I shove my face into the crook of his neck to taste and inhale him into my every pore.

“Fuck,” he mutters. When his arms circle my waist and his hands grip the cheeks of my ass, I know I’ve hit gold. “You really want to do this here, now?”

“Uh huh.”

“Fine,” he grits. “There are rules, Sam. I have to know you understand that I’ll give you what you want, but that’s all I can give,” he whispers in my ear as I nibble on his neck.

Leaning my head back a bit, I lock stares with him and see the pupils of his steel grays dilate slightly. His words are lost with the hardness of his cock against my belly lighting a fire below my waist. His tongue moistens his lower lip and then he takes my own between his teeth and bites down, not too hard but not too soft. He ends the bite with a tug as he pulls my lip into his mouth and sucks on it. When his tongue touches mine, I’m nearly unglued, but his hands pressing into the flesh of my ass keep me on my feet. One hand moves to my waist, holding me steady, while the other slips under the hem of my short skirt, to resume its hold on my ass. The way he grabs me, with his long fingers touching the most sensitive areas of my core, make me even slicker with need.

I’m suddenly hoisted up as he turns me and sets me down on his glass top desk. There’s a question in his eyes, and I nod slightly, giving him the go ahead.

For a second when he walks towards the door, I’m struck thinking he’s going to leave me there. Instead, he hits what looks like a light switch and the glass wall before me turns opaque.

“Whoa,” I say in surprise as he closes the solid office door and locks it leaving us hidden. “I thought we were alone.”

“Just to be sure.” His lids drop to half-staff as he makes his way back to me and says, “Lift up,” in a deep sex-driven voice.

Once my butt clears his desk, impatient hands unzip my skirt and tug it free from my body, depositing it, along with my thong, on the floor. Then he stands and stares at my naked-below-the-waist self as I sit on his desk.

“Hmm. What a sight for my overworked eyes you are. And a lovely addition to my desk, I might add.”

“Glad you approve.” I don’t get time to say anything else because his mouth is on my * like it’s his next meal. Two hands spread my thighs as his tongue wreak havoc with my control, and he watches as I completely fall to pieces, like a computer that just short circuited. By the time my orgasmic spasms have stopped rocking my world, I notice my hands have left his hair a wreck.

“Sorry about that.” I try to smooth the short strands into place.

“I’m not. Not one bit. You were spectacular,” he says, his voice husky.

“A nice sexcapade then?”

He chuckles. Then he finds his wallet and out comes a condom. “And I’m saving the best for last.” He unzips his pants and drops them to showcase his boxers, which contain an impressive hard on, barely held in restraint by the thin fabric. I watch as he tugs them down and the prize springs free. He takes it in his hand and squeezes it, rubbing it in an up and down motion. Oh my God, is it ever sexy. I want to watch this man get himself off in the worst way.

He reads my mind. “Do you like what you see?”

I can barely breathe as I nod.

“Say it, Sam.”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“No, say it. Tell me what you’d like.”

“I’d like to see you jack off.”

“Maybe someday. But not tonight. Tonight you came here because you wanted me inside of you. Deep. And now that you’re here I want to feel your tight * around my hard cock, squeezing it dry.”

Oh, hell. I’m almost coming again, and he’s not even inside me yet.