"Just as I'm yours, whether we're ready to admit it or not," he continues.

I want to respond, to have some witty comeback if only to wipe that smug smile off his face, but I can't form the words. The feeling of him moving against me, inside me, around me is too much, too euphoric and soon my normally coherent, sensible thoughts are gone.

We're sweating, rocking against each other rhythmically, almost silently save for the panting and occasional soft moans. He grips a fistful of my hair and pulls me up by it so that our noses are touching.

"Say it," he pants.

"No."

He growls again and places his hand on my throat, squeezing enough to blur my vision a little, but not enough to hurt. It only adds to the pleasure he's giving me and I can't speak.

I look up at him, my mouth opened, my brows furrowed, and he looks down at me with a similar expression.

"Say it," he says again, his voice rough.

I grin up at him, running my nose along his gently, gripping his hair tightly between my fingers.

"I'm yours," I sigh against his mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, quickening his pace in response.

I know I'm going to have bruises on my thighs after this, the way he's mercilessly pounding into me, but I love it.

The "frat boy" that kept me occupied at school could never do this. He never made me feel this way or worked me into a sweat like this, but I suppose I couldn't have expected him to. He was a distraction, nothing more.

A fleeting though told me this was bad, that this would only lead to feelings and emotions I couldn't afford to have with him, but with each thrust and heavy sigh, that thought was pushed further and further to the back of my mind.

I felt an unfamiliar tightening in my core, but I knew I was close and so was he. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoping it would alleviate some of the pressure to no avail.

I could no longer contain myself, moaning loudly into his mouth as I got closer.

He put his hand over my mouth and said, "Shh, we need to be quiet. They're still downstairs."

I quirk my eyebrow at him. Both of us know full well that they've caught on to us by now, but he hits that spot, the one I was convinced was a myth until now, and he has to stifle another moan from me with his hand.

I push it away and opt for my mouth on his throat instead. I bit down hard enough to draw a little blood, leaving a metallic taste in my mouth. I grin knowing he'll have a mark just as bad as mine.

If he wants the world to know I'm his, they better know he's mine, too.

We both find our release and fall into a sweaty pile of tangled limbs on the desk.

I close my eyes and focus on evening out my breathing. After several minutes of comfortable silence, I feel his gaze on me.

"What?" I ask without opening my eyes to look at him.

"What?" He repeats.

I let out an annoyed sigh, but finally turn so that we're face to face. There's a tender openness in his eyes that I'm not used to despite having known him my entire life. It scares me as much as it excites me.

"We should get going," I say to him softly.

I hop up off the desk before he can object. He eyes me tentatively as I smooth out my dress. My hair is beyond salvation, no matter how many times I comb my fingers through the white-blonde locks. At least they cover the massive bruise already forming on my neck.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath.

"You look great. Don't worry about your hair."

I glance back at him, smiling shyly as I watch him tuck in his shirt and buckle up his designer slacks.

He winks at me when he catches my gaze.

"See something you like?" He taunts.

I feel heat rising to my cheeks but cover my sudden shyness with an exaggerated eye roll.

"I've seen better," I shrug, feigning nonchalance.

A low, guttural snarl sounds at the back of his throat, his eyes narrow to slits. A small victory smirk tugs at the corners of my lips.

We make our way back downstairs to an empty main floor. Everyone seems to have found something to busy themselves with rather quickly. The blush returns full force at the implications of that.

"Go wait in the car, I'll be right out."

He hands the keys to me, his fingertips brushing gently against mine as he does. The touch sends an involuntary shiver down my spine. Heat pools in my lower abdomen once more. Jesus, one day back and the man already had full control over my hormones. One touch alone and I was a pool of lust beside him.

I walk to the car and get it started before I jump him again in the middle of the office. I get comfortable and turn up the music. He said he'll be out in a minute, but I know better.

His phone is sitting on the center console. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about it- I respect privacy above most things- but it's buzzing and lighting up like crazy.

Maybe one of his employees is in trouble? I take a quick glance at the screen, trying not to invade his privacy too much.

My heart constricts painfully, the wind effectively knocked out of me. I guess it's what I deserve for being nosy. In the whirlwind of our office tryst and old emotions resurfacing, I had forgotten about his other plans for the day.

Lily was, to put it mildly, incredibly eager to see him.