Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4)(46)

“Okay, we’ve got this bizarre game going on. You know I’m in. But there need to be rules,” she declared.

He shook his head. “No rules.”

“I have a mortgage, High,” she told him sharply.

Fuck, why did he hate it when she called him High? It wasn’t the name given to him, but it was still his goddamned name.

He ignored his reaction to that and replied, “You’re worried about your work, you best get up so I can f*ck you and do it fast.”

And he’d give her that.

He knew this was a low play but he also didn’t give a f*ck. He’d make any play he deemed necessary, especially if it meant burying his cock inside her, hearing her pant, and feeling her clutch him in all the ways she did that while he was doing it. And he was already hard thinking about it, looking down at her in her frilly blouse, tight skirt, and high heels.

But if she had things to do, he’d take what he wanted fast so she wasn’t too late doing them.

“God, you’re infuriating,” she snapped.

“Score one for me,” he returned. “Now, up.”

“Fuck you, High,” she shot back. “And get the f*ck out.”

He took a step toward her and stopped her from pushing back farther by leaning in, hands to the arms of her chair, holding it stationary, face in her face.

“Gonna f*ck you on your desk,” he whispered. “Gonna do it fast and hard and you’re gonna come like you come for me, loud. Now quit f*ckin’ around and get the f*ck up or I’m gonna put you where I want you so I can get on with takin’ what I want from you.”

He knew he had her seeing the heat in her eyes, feeling her breath come faster, noting her tits moving up and down quick with her breaths as she fought the feeling.

But her lips declared, “That is not gonna happen.”

Then she cried out when he made it happen, lifting her clean out of her seat with one arm, twisting, using his other arm to sweep off whatever was on her desk and planting her ass-first on it.

He leaned in, taking her to her back, and she helped out by breathing, “High,” which meant her mouth was open when he kissed her.

She didn’t fight this time. She didn’t twist away. She didn’t push at him.

She accepted his tongue with a moan.

She’d been fighting the feeling.

And she’d lost.

Fuck yeah.

He ran a hand from her knee up, taking her skirt with it, then feeling his dick throb when he encountered the lace top of a thigh-high.

Feeling that, he knew it was time to quit f*cking around.

So he did.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he watched as her eyelids lowered and a puff of breath escaped her lips when he used both hands to yank up her skirt.

She immediately locked on to his hips with both thighs.

She wanted this.

Panting for it.

Literally.

He twisted to see her leg in her thigh-high clasped against his jeans at his hip and the sight was such a turn-on, he had to fight against grinding his hard crotch between her legs.

Fuck, now he had to f*ck her more than he’d had to f*ck her.

Immediately.

He plunged a hand in, pushing aside the gusset of her panties.

The soaked gusset of her panties.

And Millie needed to be f*cked.

Immediately.

“High,” she whispered, that throbbing through his dick, too, as she rubbed her wet * against his hand and started shoving up his shirt with her fingers.

“You want it?” he asked, toying with her wet as he went after his belt and fly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Hard?”

“Yes. Hurry.”

To give her something, he started finger-f*cking her.

She pressed into his fingers and arched her neck even as she begged. “Your cock, baby. Hurry.”

He pulled his cock free, slid his fingers from her wet, held her panties aside, positioned, and drove deep.

Christ.

Magnificent.

Her fingers curled into his shirt under his jacket, yanked up uncontrollably, then she set her nails into the flesh of his back and dragged down.

High grunted against the gratification of that as he thrust into her sleek, feeling her knees come up so he could drive deeper and she could get more.

When she got it, she raked her nails back up and that felt so f*cking phenomenal, he groaned, burying himself to the root and grinding.

When he didn’t stop and go back to f*cking her, she righted her head and begged, “Move.”

He wanted more of that wet.

But there was another score he was after.

“You gonna give it all?” he asked.

No hesitation. “Yes, High.”

“Gonna take it, baby,” he warned.

“Okay,” she whispered.

He kept grinding. “Gonna play with this body.”

Her breaths started coming hard as she shifted her hips to try to rub up and down his cock and her nails dug into his back.

“No rules, Millie.”

“No rules,” she gasped, desperate, swinging her calves in, trying to find purchase.

He had her.

And he totally f*cking didn’t.

“Am I even here?” he sneered. “Or am I just dick?”

And again, like last night, thinking he had her before she’d turned the tables on him, she did it again.