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You’re nothing. That’s what I’ve been told by so many people in my life. Some I’ve cared for, some I only saw as an enemy. A means to an end. But those words cut me all the same, no matter who they come from.
Either way, I’m obsessed with the idea of looking so good all he can do for the entire night is think about how much he wants to rip my clothes off at the end of it. Even if it means completely trashing the tux. Honestly, that could be half the fun.
I preen a little bit at his attention. "Like what you see, baby? I know I make up one sexy package. And if you're good, I’ll let you unwrap me later tonight."
"You drove my car here?" "No, it drove itself. I was just along for the ride," Hale says, rolling his eyes. Oh, so now we're funny Hale tonight? Good to fucking know.
But I just love the feeling that builds inside me when that cool, deadly glare is aimed at me.
To be honest, he's just as sexy when he's scowling as he was just a second ago. Mouth slightly open, gaze boiling with lust.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like both sides of him.
Do not follow him. But every inch of my body is begging me to go.
Whatever it is, it's more than lust and mutual desire. Because yeah, while I desire him—while I want to fuck him—I can't stand him.
But for whatever reason, I don't want him to know it was a task—a chore—to take care of his mess.
The way his lips quirk at the corner when my question slips out, while it's endearing, it also lights me up from the outside in. There's just something about his goddamn lopsided smile...
If I'm honest with myself, I’ve been craving it since the night he got on his knees for me in my office and blew my mind while he blew my dick.
"If you thought taking my mouth was a good time," he murmurs, toying with the tie around my neck until it loosens, "you really should consider leveling up to a much tighter hole."
"Sometimes your lines are god-fucking-awful," I whisper,
Because as much as I want to hate it and as much as I want to walk away without giving him exactly what he wants, I crave him.
While I might burn him, he brings a goddamn chisel to my icy exterior and begins chipping away at it. Like he's hopeful to find something other than a cold, hard stone inside my chest where my heart should be. Proof of humanity. Life. Feeling. Emotion.
"I want you to fuck me, Hale," he whispers, pulling back to look in my eyes.
Every second I'm inside him has me consumed in fire. In liquid hot, molten lust only he's responsible for creating in me.
It's dangerous and toxic and feels so right, it has to be wrong.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. And how I hate him for it.
And then he whispers one word to me that damn near kills me, still holding my hand in his. "Stay."
So just like the night in my office, I shut him down the only way I know how. With words as sharp as knives, cutting through whatever miniscule amount of hope he’s still clinging on to.
It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve felt this way or have been told those exact words. But from him? They hurt so much worse.
"As if you believe the words you’re saying. I know what everyone thinks of me." There’s a pause as he looks at me, unblinking. His tone is considerably more detached when he continues, "And more importantly, I know what you think of me, Hale Calloway."
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Fuck, why does the defeat in his voice make my chest hurt?
"Just know that while I might be a monster, I’d never scar you. I hate that someone has."
The honesty sinks into my skin through every point where our bodies are touching. Which is almost everywhere. Something I’d failed to notice before now.
"Even still. If I ever find the person who did that to you," he says, his eyes flicking up to mine. "I’ll kill him."
Hale: You're meant to be paying attention to the meeting, not eye-fucking me from across the table.
Me: Stop looking like a snack in a suit and maybe I'll stop eye-fucking you.
"I bet my cum tastes a thousand times better on your tongue than all those lies. But that’s something you never wanna find out, apparently."
I do my best not to look too eager when I reach the copy room, but let's be honest, I'm dying for him. Aching.
No, none of that’s right. I might actually disintegrate into finely ground dust if I do not have my mouth wrapped around his cock or his inside my ass in the next thirty seconds.
"How does the saying go again? Happy boss, happy...work place?"
"I believe the words are 'wife' and 'life', but sure, we can go with that."
At least not with the head with a brain when his mouth starts doing filthy, dirty things to my throat that's sure to leave a mark.
But I don’t fucking care. He's more than welcome to brand me as his where anyone can see it.
"It would make your boss extremely happy to find you bent over that counter with your pants around your ankles in the next sixty seconds, Mitchell."
And while I've only seen it the two times, I might've fallen in love with it at first sight.
"God, if you could see yourself right now," he whispers, rubbing the head of his cock up and down against my ass. "I love when you just fucking listen."
He holds his leather belt out to me, folded in half, and utters a single word. "Bite."
Not a request, a demand. One I enthusiastically obey, taking the belt between my teeth.
Because the way he's railing into me right now? Hell, the entire goddamn office would know what's happening in here.
Pure, animalistic fucking...or they'd think someone was being murdered.
"One of these days I'm going to come all over this ass," he whispers, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to coat you with my cum. Paint it across your skin with my cock."
Please do. Rip the condom off and do it right now as long as you lick it clean from my body afterward.
My cock is in actual pain as he tears away from me and spins me around, dropping to his knees before me. The most beautiful sight in the world,
"Jesus fucking Christ," I mumble, gripping the countertop for support. "Were you trying to suck my soul out through my dick?"
"As hot as this was," he starts, his hand gripping the knob of the door, "it really was the last time. Something to remember the next time you decide to fuck with me during a staff meeting."
