CHAPTER 10

LILA'S POV

The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly the air in Wade's office feels too thick to breathe.

My heart hammers so hard I'm pretty sure he can hear it, and I clutch these stupid papers like they're a lifeline.

He's standing there between me and the door, all six-foot-three of dominant Alpha male in that perfectly tailored suit, and fuck… why does he have to look so good?

My body remembers yesterday. Remembers the elevator. Remembers how he made me forget my own name.

And then Sabrina appeared, and I remembered exactly who I was, the idiot who had sex with an engaged Alpha.

"Put those down," Wade says, his voice low and commanding as he stalks toward me.

"I need to file them," I argue, backing up until my ass hits his desk. "They're important documents that require…"

"I don't give a fuck about the documents, Lila." He's right in front of me now, close enough that I can smell his cologne. Musk and something dark and masculine that makes my wolf whine. "Put. Them. Down."

My hands shake as I set the papers on his desk, and I hate how easily my body obeys him. Hate how much I want him even though I should be screaming at him and running out of this office and straight to HR.

"Mr. Cross, this is…"

"Stop calling me that." He braces his hands on either side of me, caging me in. "You were screaming my name yesterday while I fucked you against that elevator mirror. Don't act professional now."

My face burns. "That was a mistake. I already told you…"

"A mistake?" His laughs darkly and it sends shivers down my spine. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"Yes!" I reply sternly. "What else would you call fucking your boss when he has a fiancée?" I shove at his chest, but he doesn't budge. "You're engaged, Wade. To a gorgeous woman who loves you and calls you 'baby' and probably even picks out china patterns for your future together."

"Sabrina is not my fiancée."

I freeze, my eyes widening. "What?"

"She's my ex." He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "We broke up six months ago. She just refuses to accept it."

My brain short-circuits. "You... you broke up? Six months ago?"

"Yes." His hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "I ended things with her because she was more interested in my money and status than she was in me. I told her it was over. Multiple times. But she keeps showing up, hoping I'll change my mind."

Oh Goddess.

I should feel relieved… happy even, but instead, I’m even more pissed.

"So when she showed up yesterday, calling you 'baby' and talking about lunch..." My voice is rising now, anger flooding through me. "You just let her?"

"I was going to correct her, but..."

"But what?" I cut him off, and I don't even care. "You thought it would be fun to let me think you're a cheating asshole? Do you have any idea how that felt? Standing there, knowing your cock had been inside me literally seconds before, watching her hang all over you?"

"Lila."

"Don't 'Lila' me!" I jab a finger at his chest. "You humiliated me, Wade! You made me feel like... like some dirty secret! Like I was nothing! Please, let's just keep our distance from now on. I think it would be better that way."

Something flashes in his eyes, something dark and possessive, and before I can blink, he's on me.

He grabs my wrists, spinning me around and pressing me face-down against his desk. Papers scatter, a pen rolls off the edge, and I gasp as his body covers mine from behind.

"You are not nothing," he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "You're mine, omega. And I’ll decide what that makes you."

"Get off me!" I struggle, but he's so much stronger, and oh Goddess, I can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against my ass through our clothes.

"You're angry," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "Good. Show me how angry you are."

This is so wrong. This is my boss. This is my brother's best friend. This is…

"I hate you," I hiss, but my body's betraying me, arching back against him.

“Bullshit." His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress up. "Your body knows exactly what it wants."

"You're such an asshole…"

He covers my mouth with his hand, silencing my protest, and his other hand finds my panties, pushing them aside. When his fingers glide through my wetness, I moan against his palm.

"So fucking wet for someone you hate," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Tell me, Lila. Has anyone ever made you this wet? Huh?"

I bite his hand, and he just laughs, removing it from my mouth.

"Fuck you," I gasp.

"That's the plan."

He spins me around again, lifting me onto the desk and stepping between my legs. His hands are rough as he shoves my dress up to my waist, and I should stop this, should push him away, but I'm so angry and so turned on and my wolf is practically howling in heat.

"Wade stop this, now," I breathe as he yanks my panties down my legs.

"You're not the boss, omega." He drops to his knees, and oh fuck, oh fuck, his mouth is on me before I can process what's happening.

His tongue swipes through my folds, and I cry out, my hands flying to his hair. He's not gentle, not teasing. He devours me like a starving man, his tongue fucking into me while his thumb circles my clit.

"Wade, oh Goddess…"

"That's right," he murmurs against my pussy. "Say my name. Let everyone in this building know who's making you feel this good."

I'm trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto my anger, but his mouth is doing things that should be illegal and my thighs are shaking and… oh fuck.

"I'm going to…"

"Not yet." He pulls back, and I actually gasp at the loss, his lips glistening with my arousal. "You come when I say you can."

"I really hate you," I pant.

"I know." He stands, unbuckling his belt with quick, efficient movements. "You can hate me while I fuck you."

He frees his cock, and fuck, I'd forgotten how big he is. Thick and long, the head already slick with precum, veins running along the shaft. My mouth waters despite my anger.

He rolls on a condom with practiced ease, then positions himself at my entrance. 

"Look at me," he commands.

I meet his eyes, those intense blue eyes that see right through me, and he slams into me in one brutal thrust.

"Fuck!" I scream, my back arching off the desk. He's so deep, stretching me, filling me completely, and Goddess help me, it's even better than yesterday. 

Maybe because now I know he's not actually engaged. Maybe because the anger is mixing with the arousal and creating something explosive.

"That's it," he groans, pulling out slowly only to thrust back in harder. "Take my cock like a good girl."

"I'm not your good girl," I manage between moans. "I'm still mad at you."

"Be mad." His pace picks up, each thrust driving me further up the desk. "Be fucking furious. But you're still mine."

He grabs my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and the new angle makes my vision blur. He's hitting that spot deep inside, that spot that makes me mindless with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Wade, right there… right…"

A knock sounds at the door, and I freeze in panic, my eyes instantly going wide.