Breach (4 page)

“Sorry, I’m a depressed
drunk.” I plastered a fake smile on my face. The elevator pinged, alerting me we’d arrived on the eleventh floor. “Have a good weekend.”

I waved, but didn’t give him time to respond or talk about my r
ant. I made my way down the hall and into my condo, flicking lights on as I moved through to my bedroom and to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I stared into a copy of the unique grey-green eyes that haunted me, and repeated my mantra, the one that always brought me back. It calmed me, but the memories started trickling through the cracks Nathan had unknowingly created.

I sank down to my knees, my fingers gripping the sink as I tried to glue the fissures back in place.

It was apparent Nathan could be my undoing.

It was m
idway through the next week, and it had been a long day. I was exhausted since I hadn’t slept much the last few nights, and we were still in the office working, even though it was almost ten in the evening. I struggled to keep hold of my verbal filter since my patience was almost non-existent at that point.

My eyes shifted over to him, and he was still reading the same document he’d be
en studying for the last half hour. My blood boiled, pumping through my body like a freight train.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Nathan!” I yelled in frustration at his slowed pace. “I would like to leave some
time this century.”

His gaze snapped up and met mine, his eyes in slits. “Well, I do believe this is your fucking fault
for telling Jack we could have all of these contracts done by Friday morning!”

“Yes, well
, it wasn’t a fucking problem until you told Jennifer we would have her contracts for the Sampson takeover ready by Thursday!”

Jennifer Akins, aka
Boob-Squad member number one, was president of the Nathan Thorne fan club. She came around flaunting her chest in front of him every single day, at any opportunity she could find. There were now twelve official members of his fan club, so Jennifer wasn’t the only distraction during the day, as each one of them filed in at some point.

“If you had
informed me of your agreement with Jack, we wouldn’t still be here.”

“If you read your fucking email
, you would have known.”

“You
’re saying
fuck
a lot tonight, Delilah. Something on your mind?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Get your mind out of the fu—j
ust get moving so we can leave, okay?”

He smirked at my slip,
a look I’d become accustomed to because he loved to taunt me at every opportunity. I was surprised to watch his lips morph into a lazy smile, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. My gaze zeroed in as it glided over those perfect lips. The man was sex on a stick, and he knew it.

I eyed him sideways, trying not to give myself away. Sometime earlier in the evening
, he’d taken his suit jacket off, loosened his tie, popped open the top buttons of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. Why did he have to look that
fucking
good while sitting a few feet from me?

“With all the times you’ve said ‘fuck’ tonight, I think I know what you really want.
What you need,
Lila
.”

“
What is it that you think I
need
?” I was getting more pissed off, and, to my annoyance, aroused at the same time.

“Cock.
You need a fucking hard cock in your tight little pussy.” He let out a ragged breath, eyes dilated.

My jaw dropped as I looked at him in disbelief. He was just playing with me, he had to be.

I quirked a brow at him, trying to portray calm and aloof, when inside I was tugging at my hair and fanning my face. “You’re an expert on what my pussy needs?”

His eyes darkened as they looked me over, his fingers flexing in what appeared to be agitation on his desk.
“Yes, and it needs a cock to fuck it.”

“What makes you think this?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it wasn’t working. He was right, and his words were turning me on as much as the growing
look of lust in his eyes.

“I can tell.”

“Well, fucking finish so I can go home and get off with my B.O.B. He might not be flesh and blood, but he gets the job done.”

His eyes darkened and I knew the vision of me pushing a vibrator in and out of my pussy was playing in his mind.

A moment later, there was no desk between us. In a split second, we’d gone from arguing, to his body pushing mine against the wall. His hands pinned my arms to the hard surface, a shuddered breath leaving his chest.

I licked
my lips, my body lighting up at his aggressive display. My body was on fire. I couldn’t think; speak. How was he doing it to me?

He leaned in, his face next to mine, lips
tracing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “Does that turn you on?”

I resisted the urge to turn my head and find his lips. I wanted to feel them against mine, to taste him. There were many ways I wanted to taste him, but that was the first. My body betrayed my need, bowing into his.

“My, aren’t you a naughty girl, panting for it. Tell me, Delilah, are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”

He was
a dirty-talker—I was screwed. I’d always fantasized about being with a dirty-talking man, and now I had one pressed up against me.

His voice was deeper, somewhat rough, making my desire for him grow.
It was useless resisting – I wanted him. By his display, I had a feeling he could bring me the pleasure I’d never found with anyone else.

His hips rocked forward, pushing his hard cock into my stomach.
My breath caught in my throat, cutting off my words, as my entire body ached for him.

“Answer me.
” He pulled my arms above my head. “Are you a dirty whore that likes to be fucked?”

I sucked in a ragged breath before whispering, “Yes.”

A victorious smile broke out on his face before his lips crashed to mine, his hands released me then, wrapped around my body. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was passionate, needy, and full of bite. His teeth grabbed my bottom lip, pulling it then diving back in for another bruising kiss. My hands moved into his hair, tugging at his light brown locks. He growled, and I almost came from the sound.

Fulfilling my unspoken words
, Nathan’s hand moved down to my waist, his fingers kneading the flesh beneath. They relaxed a bit, almost unsure.

“Harder.”

His eyes widened at my request, and I realized the word had escaped my lips, revealing my secret need. I didn’t have time to blush or attempt to backpedal; he gripped tighter, lifting me from the ground, pressing my back against the wall he’d pinned me to. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to the apex of my thighs, where I needed him most. His hand moved up, pushing the material of my skirt with it, opening my legs further.

Hard
strokes of his hands worked their way up my torso before ripping open my button-up blouse. I was oblivious to the pinging sound of the buttons bouncing off the furniture, due to my own ragged, erratic breath, pounding in my ears, until one of them hit my leg. With a rough hand, he grabbed onto my breasts. He pulled the fabric aside and twisted my nipples between his fingers. I moaned at the feeling, my hips pushing into his.

“You have beautiful breasts.
Fucking perfect, perky tits.”

Leaning down
, he took one of my nipples between his teeth and pulled. His tongue flicked out to tease, his hand mimicking on the other side. I cried out, my body on fire with need for him, shaking with desire.

“Please, Nathan.
” I needed him inside me, fucking me, taking me.

“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”

He smirked, and I glared at him in return. I didn’t want to play his game; I wanted him inside me. My mind screamed out at him, calling him every nasty name I could conjure. His movements ceased, hands no longer moving but resting against my skin.

I gritted my tee
th and growled. “Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my pussy with it.”

“
That
was fucking sexy,” he replied, before tearing his shirt open. His hand moved between us, shredding the fabric that had been my panties away. He undid his belt and pants.

Once
his cock was free, he rocked his hips, running his hard, silky length against my wet folds, teasing my clit. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.
” I whimpered, pushing against him.

His hands returned to my waist as he lined himself up with my entrance. “Then fucking
take it.”

I cried out as he drove his cock into
me. The force of his thrust was hard enough to rattle the painting that hung a few feet away from where we were. There was a brief second of a pause before he pulled out and pushed back in with the same intensity. In two strokes, he had me on the edge, my eyes rolling back as he filled me. I was so drenched for him he slid in and out with ease.

“So deep!”
I managed to cry out between pants. My eyes screwed tight as I soaked up the pleasure, my head lolling against the wall. I was no longer able to do anything other than feel his cock pumping into me.

In with a slam
, and then out.
Slam
! Out.
Slam
.

His movements were relentless, making me feel him almost to the point
that I could take no more. He grabbed onto my jaw, tilting my face down and bringing us almost eye-to-eye.

“Open your eyes. Don’t you dare look away,” he
warned, driving harder.

I cried out softly.
“Can’t…too much.”

“You will. Even when I make you c
ome and you’re screaming my name. Or I won’t let you.”

I whimpered again
, and he knew why; there was no denying his words were pushing me closer to orgasm. My muscles tightened, and my eyes threatened to close, my body giving into his assault, shaking as I tipped over the edge. I complied and screamed out his name as I came hard, my eyes never leaving his. The feeling of him continuing to thrust so hard while my walls clenched around him, was severe.

“Good girl.
Fuck, that was so fucking hot. You feel so good when you come around my cock.” His lips found mine again; another hard kiss.

I couldn’t believe he was still
going, his hips moving hard and fast. It was heaven and hell wrapped into one. His lips moved down my jaw to my neck, nipping and scraping at the flesh beneath as he went.

H
e buried his face in the crook of my neck, his mouth continuing its attack. It felt so good when his teeth dug deeper, marking my skin, but not breaking it. Each nip sent a wave of fire pulsing through me, making me wetter for him. The rumble in his chest grew as his hands tightened around my hips, making it pretty obvious he could tell.

I was in sensory overload from his cock, grip, and teeth, not to mention his body pinning me to the wall. Everything he did made me his. With every thru
st of his hips, every dirty word, and every bite, he claimed me.

He bit down on the meat of my shoulder, and I screamed as a second orgasm ripped through me. My hands searched for some
thing to grab hold of, and they found his neck, pulling him ever closer as my body shook. A groan escaped him; the rhythm of his hips became erratic as my walls milked him.

I was still coming when his teeth clamped down harder and his hips slammed flush with mine. I could feel his cock pulsating as he spilled inside me, pushing further into me with each
spurt.

We were both breathing hard as we came down from our
sex-induced high. His knees buckled and we slid down the wall, his forehead resting on mine. After a moment he removed himself from me; my body mourned the loss.

Standing up
, he straightened out his clothing as he began pacing. I stayed where I was on the floor, my eyes watching him. My muscles resembled Jell-O too much to move. He gathered up his suit jacket and threw it on, never stopping his pacing. His hands moved through his hair, pulling at his neck, while he whispered “shit” over and over again, so low I almost couldn’t hear him.