CHAPTER 5

LILA'S POV

Oh Goddess.

My knees actually go weak the instant I hear that. That he would fuck me against this mirror.

"That's... that's sexual harassment. I could sue you."

"You could." Wade leans in and slightly licks my ear. “But you won't. Because you want this just as much as I do."

He's right, and I hate him for it.

"This is a terrible idea," I whisper, but my hands are already fisting in his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

"The best ones usually are." Just then, his mouth crashes down on mine, and it's nothing like the kisses from last night. This is more intense and consuming. 

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan against him, every rational thought flying out of my head.

His hands move down to my ass, lifting me, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. The skirt rides up, and I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his pants.

"Fuck," he groans against my mouth. "You feel even better than I remembered."

"We can't…" I try to protest, but then his hand is between my thighs, fingers pushing aside my panties, and I forget how to form coherent sentences.

"Can't what?" He circles my clit with his thumb, and I arch against him with a gasp. "Can't do this in an elevator? Can't fuck your boss? Can't admit you've been thinking about this since the moment you saw me?"

"All of the above," I manage to say, but it comes out as a moan when he slides two fingers inside me.

"Liar." He pumps his fingers slowly, torturously. "You're drenched, Lila. Your body's telling me the truth even if your mouth won't."

I hate how right he is. Hate how good his fingers feel. Hate how I'm already grinding against his hand, desperate for more.

"Sir, please…"

"Please what?" He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. "Use your words, omega."

"Please... please fuck me."

The words are barely out of my mouth before I hear the clink of his belt, the rasp of his zipper.

And then he brings out a condom, rolling it on his cock before pressing against my entrance, and I'm so wet, so ready, that when he pushes inside, he slides in easily.

"Oh Goddess," I gasp, my head falling back against the mirror. He's big, bigger than I remember, and the stretch is almost too much.

"Not Goddess." He pulls out slowly, then slams back in, making me cry out. "Just me."

He fucks me against the mirror with a desperation that matches my own, each thrust hard and deep and perfect. 

My nails dig into his shoulders, and I'm making sounds I've never made before, needy, wanton sounds that should embarrass me but don't.

"Look at you," he growls, his hand fisting in my hair to force me to meet his eyes. "So fucking perfect taking my cock. Were you thinking about this all morning? About me inside you again?"

"Y-yes," I admit, past the point of lying. "Yes, I thought about it."

"Good girl." The praise makes something inside me clench, and he feels it, his rhythm faltering. "Fuck, you liked that. You like being my good girl?"

I nod, unable to speak, the pressure building inside me becoming unbearable.

"Then come for me," he commands, his thumb finding my clit again. "Come all over my cock like the good girl you are."

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I cry out, my body convulsing around him. He fucks me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I'm boneless in his arms.

"That's it," he murmurs, his own rhythm becoming erratic. "So fucking beautiful when you come."

He thrusts deep one last time, and I feel him pulse inside me, his groan of release vibrating against my neck. For a moment, we just stay there, panting, our bodies still joined, the reality of what we just did slowly sinking in.

"Oh shit," I whisper.

"Yeah." He pulls out carefully, setting me back on my feet. My legs are shaky, and he steadies me with his hands on my waist. "You okay?"

"I just had sex with my boss in an elevator on my first day of work." I'm half-panicking. "I'm the opposite of okay."

He tucks his cock back into his pants, then reaches down to fix my skirt with surprising gentleness. "For the record, that was unprofessional of me."

"You think?" I smooth down my hair, trying to make myself presentable again. 

My reflection in the mirror is damning… kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks, thoroughly fucked hair.

"But I'm not sorry." His eyes meet mine in the mirror, dark and intense. "And I don't think you are either."

Before I can respond, the elevator dings.

We've reached the down floor.

The doors slide open, and standing right there in the hallway is a woman who looks like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. Tall, blonde, perfect features, designer everything. Her eyes widen when she sees us walk out, and then her face breaks into a brilliant smile.

"Baby!" She rushes forward, throwing her arms around Wade's neck. "I'm so glad I caught you! I came to surprise you for lunch."

Baby?

My stomach drops to somewhere around my feet.

Wade's expression changes, and I see a look of surprise in his eyes. "Sabrina? What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you."

"I know! That's why it's a surprise." She pulls back, beaming at him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was just inside me sixteen seconds ago. Then her eyes dart to me, curious. "Oh, who's this?"

"My new secretary," Wade says sternly. "Lila Reeves."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Sabrina extends a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm Sabrina George. Wade's fiancée."

Fiancée?!

My entire body goes rigid as the word hits me like a slap.

Wait. What?!