Olivia — How many more times do you want it?

"Come now Miss Hunter, be a good girl for me. You need to stay upright if I'm going to fuck you the way you like it," his husky voice whispered, his lips pressed up against my cheek as his arm wrapped around my middle to steady me.

"What happened to it won't happen again?" I whimpered, struggling to get the words out as his thumb hooked into the band of my thong.

He dragged the band down one thigh slowly then moved over to the other.

"What choice do I have, Olive? If I don't fuck you, you'll never be satisfied. I rather hoped last night had done the job, but here you are, trying to ruin my life for dick." He seethed, pulling the rug out from under me with the sudden hardening of his tone. "How many more times do you want it, baby girl? How much do I need to fuck you so you'll stop fucking with me?"

"Get over yourself, you dick. I'm not fucking going for you after the way you rejected me this morning." I sassed him, the rage I had been wrestling with exploding out of me as tears prickled at my eyes.

I tried to spin around to face him head on despite my emotional state because I was a fucking Hunter and he was just a boy. Anticipating this move, he grabbed onto me by my hair and pinned me down onto the desk face first. My wet pussy came instantly.

Nope. Not a boy. Definitely all man.

When did this shit start? What the fuck was wrong with me? I just wanted a fuck from him. Nothing more. That was who I was. Fun. No relationships. No commitments. So what if his dick was the only one I wanted inside me a second time? It was fucking huge and he knew how to use it.

"Wake up, Olivia." He hissed, pulling my skirt up and grasping the fabric of my thong to yank it down to my knees before spanking my ass. "Will would lose his mind if he knew what I was doing to you right now. Remember Will? My best friend? Your brother? Our boss. I'm Harmon Chancellor. I don't do dumb shit, baby girl."

So he said, but the thunderous sound of one of his big hands connecting with my ass cheeks split the air between us. He held me down firmly with his other hand.

"Nothing dumb about improving a girl's opinion about your performance in bed, Harmon." I taunted him, voice rising with each word as the slaps to my ass increased in intensity.

This sass was my undoing. The burning sensation left behind by his spanking bought the dwindling orgasm roaring back to life. Before my quivering legs could give out, he spun me around, grabbed my thighs, picked me up and placed me on his desk.

"Shut the fuck up. People will hear you. You've had better? Lying slut," he said with a low, menacing growl as his hulky body stood between my spread legs, hands wandering up to my hips.

I smirked, catching a glimpse of the hunger etched into his facial muscles before his mouth came down hard on mine. My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought as I pulled him down onto me. We claimed each other's lips readily, opening up for each other like lovers do, pulling at each other's tucked in shirts.

As his lips traveled down to my neck, hands grabbing at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I bit down on my lip, willing myself to be quiet. Emboldened by his frenzied movements, I slid a hand down the front of his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick.

This shut the kissing and groping down instantly. He pulled away from me forcefully, staggering backwards. Cursing under his breath, he stood up straight and started tucking his shirt back into his pants. Lustful eyes trailed up and down my body as he worked to steady his breathing.

"You're my sister, Olive. He's my brother. You're my family. I can't be the guy you're fucking, angel. You're too important to me for that," he said, imploring me to understand as he let me down gently.

A burning heat ripped through my chest. My pulse dropped. The panting stopped as the breath hitched in my throat.

"What the fuck was I last night, Harmon? Available?" I threw back at him sharply.

What was I saying? Olivia Hunter usually begged for them to leave.

"Precious," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek like he was used to doing.

I turned my face away from him with a frown and he let his hand drop before it could reach me.

"But not mine. There's more to me than you know, Olivia," he said, unfolding his sleeves.

I watched him turn into the flawless Harmon I was used to as he put his cufflinks back on. By the time he slid his jacket on, the soulless eyes were back.

"I've known you half of my existence. If I don't know you, I don't know anyone Harmon," I said matter of factly, feeling vulnerable and small.

"You're not going. End of discussion," he said, that cool finality that I always thought was so sexy deepening the sting of rejection.

It hit me like a truck, blindsiding me. Holy fuck. I liked Harmon. It wasn't a silly school girl crush. I really, really liked him. He didn't feel the same way about me, or at least didn't want to. That hardly mattered. Hunters took what they wanted.

"If I'm not on that plane with you tomorrow, prepare to explain to Billy how you fucked me while I was drunk out of my mind," I said, pseudo bravado consuming me as I fought against my better judgment to blackmail my oldest friend.

In the end, my heart sided with my pussy against my brain. Two against one.

"I'll ruin you, Mr. Inconsequential. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be COO of shit."