Chapter 6: Mess

Oliver’s eyes darkened with satisfaction at her admission, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. The confession that her nervousness was due to attraction, not fear, sent a wave of possessive heat through him. “Attractive?” he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think I am attractive?” His hands slid from her waist to grip her hips firmly, pulling her flush against his body. The hard planes of his chest pressed against her softer curves as he leaned down until their lips were barely a breath apart. “And you are right- we should not do this here, my desk is not the place for this conversation,” he agreed toughly. Without waiting for another word, Oliver’s hands moved to cup her bottom, lifting her effortlessly onto the smooth surface of his mahogany desk. Papers scattered as he cleared space with one sweep of his arms, creating a makeshift bed for her amidst the corporate chaos. Harper gasped softly as he lifted her onto the desk.

Oliver’s hands lingered on her hips, his grip firm as he settled her on the cool surface of his desk. The sudden elevation made the office feel different- more intimate, more charged with unspoken possibilities. “There,” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the desk itself. “Much better than standing there looking nervous.” His ice-blue eyes never left her eyes, drinking in the sight of her seated on his desk. The way her legs where now level with his waist created an entirely new dynamic between them. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he admitted quietly, taking a half-step closer so his body was between her spread legs. “To have you up here where I can reach you properly.” His hands moved from her hips to rest on either side of her on the desk, caging her in with his broad frame. The position was dominant yet surprisingly gentle, giving him complete control over the space between them. Harper licked her lips and looked deep into his ice-blue eyes. “How messy,” she mumbled. Her hands moved to his tie and lightly tugged it towards her.

Oliver’s breath hitched at the sight of her tongue darting out to wet her lips, the small gesture sending a jolt of heat straight to his groin. Her hand tugging on his tie was the final push he needed to break his self-control. “Messy?” he repeated with a low chuckle, leaning closer until his chest was pressed against hers. “We are about to make this entire office messy if you keep looking at me like that.” His hands came up to frame her face again, thumbs brushing against her cheeks as he studied her expression intently. The way she was pulling him closer by his tie made it clear she wanted this as much as he did. “You have no idea what you are doing to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Pulling me closer like that... Inviting me in.” He did not wait for another invitation. His lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was long overdue, hungry and demanding. Harper’s eyes fluttered closed and she moaned against his lips as he kissed her.

Oliver’s groaned against her mouth at the sound of her moan, the vibration sending a wave of pure lust through his entire body. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. “That’s it,” he breathed against her lips, his voice rough with need. “Let me hear you.” His hands roamed down her back possessively, one sliding to cup the curve of her ass while the other tangled in her hair to tilt her head back further. The angle gave him better access to explore her mouth thoroughly, his tongue delving inside to taste every inch of her. The papers scattered across his desk crinkled beneath her as he adjusted his position between her thighs. The friction of his clothed erection pressing against her core made him grunt low in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered against her neck after breaking the kiss briefly to catch his breath. “I have wanted this since the first day you started working here.” Harper opened her eyes, a soft expression on her face. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, a plea and a demand wrapped into one.

Oliver’s eyes darkened at her whispered demand, a dangerous smile spreading across his lips. The plea in her voice was like gasoline on the fire burning inside him. “Don’t stop?” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “I was not planning on it.” His hands moved with renewed purpose, one sliding under her blouse to find the soft skin on her back while the other worked at the buttons of his own shirt. The fabric parted to reveal the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the heat building between them. “I need to feel you,” he muttered against her neck, pressing hot kisses along the sensitive skin there. “Need to know if your skin is as soft as it looks.” His fingers worked quickly to unbutton her blouse as well, pushing the material aside to reveal the lace of her bra. The sight made him groan low in his throat. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice rough with barely contained desire. His hands trembled slightly as they traced the edges of her lace bra, marveling at the way it contrasted against her pale skin.

“This is insane,” he muttered, though his actions betrayed his words completely. “I am your boss; you are my secretary... We should not be doing this in my office.” Despite his protest, his hands continued their exploration, one sliding around to unhook her bra with practiced ease. The garment fell away, revealing the full curves of her breast to his hungry gaze. “Fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight. “You are perfect.” His head lowered to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently at first before growing more insistent. The wet heat of his tongue circling the sensitive peak made her arch against him instinctively.