CHAPTER 13: Business Hours

Elias

I was furious with my own lack of control. I had spent the last hour in that boardroom trying to ignore the pull. I tried to maintain the strict boundary between the CEO and the assistant. But the second my mouth crashed onto hers, the anger completely vanished.

She tasted like vanilla and adrenaline. I backed her up until her hips hit the edge of my desk. She dropped the folders. The papers scattered across the floor, but I did not care. I only cared about the heat radiating through her clothes.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against my chest. She gasped against my mouth.

"Open your lips," I told her.

She obeyed instantly. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. She tasted incredibly sweet.

I was overwhelmed by the desperate need to be inside her again. The logic of the office, the corporate rules, the fact that anyone could walk past the heavy doors– none of it mattered. My biology demanded that I take her right now.

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her lips were swollen and red, her breathing shallow. Her dark eyes stared up at me, wide and glassy with arousal.

"Unbutton your shirt," I instructed.

She blinked, her chest heaving. "Sir, someone could come in."

"The door is locked," I said. My voice was a low, rough command. "Unbutton it."

Her hands shook as she reached for the top button of her white blouse. She fumbled with the small plastic slip.

I did not help her. I wanted to watch her do it for me. I wanted to see her undo her own clothes simply because I told her to.

She worked her way down the fabric. She pushed the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall down her arms. She wore a plain, white lace bra underneath. Her skin was flushed with a deep, rosy heat.

I reached out and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. The lace parted. Her breasts spilled directly into my waiting hands.

They were heavy, soft, and incredibly warm. I squeezed the full weight of her flesh, my thumbs rubbing firmly over her nipples.

They immediately hardened under my calloused touch. Sybil let out a quiet, breathy whimper.

I liked the sound. I wanted to hear more of it.

I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked hard, biting down gently with my teeth.

Sybil gasped loudly, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders as her nails dug into the fabric of my suit jacket.

I pulled away from her chest and reached down to the hem of her gray skirt. I bunched the material up around her waist, exposing her bare thighs.

She was wearing simple cotton underwear. I hooked my fingers in the waistband, pulled them down her legs, and tossed them onto the floor next to the scattered files.

"Spread your legs," I said.

She parted her thighs and I stepped right between them, pressing my body intimately against hers. The edge of the cold glass desk dug into the back of her thighs, but she did not complain.

"Touch yourself," I ordered.

Her eyes widened in pure shock. "Sir.."

"Do it, Sybil," I commanded. My voice left absolutely no room for negotiation. "Look at me and touch yourself. I want to see you."

She hesitated for a second. Then, slowly, she reached her hand down between her own legs. She parted her slick folds with two fingers and began to rub the swollen heat there.

I watched her hand move. I watched her hips rock slightly against the edge of the desk. The sight sent a violent, heavy surge of blood straight to my groin. My control snapped completely.

I undid my belt. I unzipped my trousers and freed myself, heavy and aching for her.

I pushed her hand away and replaced it with my own. I stroked two fingers deep inside her, making sure she was ready to take me. She was soaking wet. Her inner muscles tightened around my fingers instantly.

I gripped her hips firmly in my large hands. I lined myself up and pushed inside her in one long, smooth, punishing thrust.

Sybil cried out, throwing her head back. She arched her spine, pressing her chest upward.

The tight, wet heat of her closed around me perfectly. It felt exactly the same as the night in my bedroom. It was incredibly addictive. I pulled back and thrust into her again, setting a fast, hard pace.

"Look at me," I grunted.

She opened her eyes. They were completely blown out with pleasure. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back to pull me even deeper.

The friction of our bodies slapping together echoed in the quiet office. I pushed her back against the desk, leaning my weight over her. I kissed her deeply, swallowing her soft moans. I bit the side of her neck, tasting the light sweat on her smooth skin.

She felt incredible. Her soft thighs, the heavy weight of her breasts pressing against my chest, the tight grip of her body wrapping around mine. It consumed every single rational thought in my head.

"Elias," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please."

"Hold on," I told her.

I gripped her waist harder, my thumbs digging into her skin. I drove into her repeatedly, refusing to slow down.

She fell apart first. I felt the exact second she broke. Her inner muscles clamped down hard around me, contracting in rapid, intense waves. She cried out my name, her body trembling violently against the glass desk.

The intense pressure pushed me right over the edge. I groaned loudly, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I finished deep inside her.

I stayed buried inside her for a long minute, my breathing heavy and ragged. I braced my hands on the desk beside her head, waiting for my heart rate to slow down.

Slowly, the high began to fade. The reality of the office snapped back into place. The cold air conditioning hit the sweat on the back of my neck.

I pulled out and took a step back from the desk.

I turned away from her for a second to zipped my trousers and buckled my leather belt. I adjusted my suit jacket, forcing my breathing to steady. I had to rebuild the wall. I had to put the CEO back in charge.

I turned back and watched her in total silence.

Sybil slid off the edge of the desk. Her bare legs were trembling so hard she had to grip the glass to steady herself.

She bent down, picked up her underwear from the floor, and stepped into them. She pulled her bra straps up and began fumbling with the small buttons of her white shirt. She did not look at me. Her cheeks were burning red.

A war raged in my own mind.

I knew it was a massive mistake to touch her during business hours. It blurred the lines. It made things messy.

She was a surrogate, and I was her boss. I needed to maintain the boundary. I needed her to finish dressing, walk out those heavy doors, and go back to being my assistant.

She smoothed her skirt down and bent over to pick up the dropped folders. She gathered the papers together, her hands still shaking slightly.

"I have the European logistics meeting in ten minutes," Sybil said quietly, her voice entirely flat. She still refused to look me in the eye.

"Send the dial-in codes to my tablet," I replied. My voice sounded just as cold and detached.

"I will."

She turned toward the heavy wooden doors.

I told myself to let her leave. I told myself to sit back down at my desk and open my laptop. I fully intended to watch her walk away and leave it at that.

But as she took her first step toward the exit, my body moved entirely on its own.

Before I could stop myself, my large hand reached out. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her dead in her tracks.