Eruption (The Hunted Series Book 3) (23 page)

My body squirmed and his fingers immediately slid out of me.
His tongue lapped up the coffee. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach and
poured more coffee.

I felt his breath between my thighs again.

"If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn't have
proposed to you." He thrust his tongue deep inside of me.

Oh my God.
I could feel his anger with each ferocious
stroke. He was devouring me. I knew he was punishing me, but it felt so
amazing. His tongue was even warmer than usual because of the hot coffee. It
felt unbelievable. I moved my heels to the edge of the desk so that I could get
some leverage to match his strokes, but his tongue stopped and the warmth was gone.
"James." I wanted to grab the back of his head and hold him in place.
I pulled against my restraints again.

"Stop moving." He lapped up the coffee, his tongue
somehow even arousing me when it wasn't deep inside my pussy.

"James, this isn't proving..."

He grabbed my hips and flipped my body so that my stomach was
pressed against his desk. My feet barely touched the ground. I could feel
papers sticking to my stomach. He slapped my ass hard. "Why aren't you
listening to me?"

I liked the sting of his palm. And he knew it.

He slapped me again. "Why don't you trust me?"

"You proposed when we were still in Delaware. You could
have changed your mind. It's been two and a half years."

He slapped my ass again.

Fuck.

He slapped me again in the same spot and then gently massaged
my ass cheek. "And all I've done is love you."

He was right. Each and every day, he always told me and
showed me just how much he cared. I didn't doubt his love. I was an idiot for
thinking those pictures were real. "James..."

He slapped my ass again and slid his fingers back inside of
my wetness. Not slow and loving, but fast and rough. He was fucking me hard
with his fingers and I couldn't focus on what he just said like this. I gripped
the edge of the desk with my hands as he picked up his rhythm. I needed more.
As if answering my unspoken thoughts, he ran his thumb against my clit. I moved
my hips back into him.

His response was a hard slap against my ass. "You're
getting cold feet."

I clenched around his fingers, feeling them even more intensely.
"I'm not."

His fingers moved even faster. "Don't you dare
come."

"James..."

He slapped me again. "Not until I tell you to." His
thumb began to massage my clit in rhythm with his fingers fucking me
relentlessly.

"I can't." I gripped his desk even tighter.

He slapped my ass again. "Why don't you trust me?!"

"Because you're too good for me!" I was surprised
by my own honesty. But that was it. All of it stemmed from my own insecurities.
Why on earth was he marrying me?

"You have no idea how you make me feel." He removed
his fingers and slammed his cock deep inside of me.

I moaned way louder than I meant to. He felt so good inside
of me.

"You have no idea how much I need you." He thrust
faster, pressing my hips against the edge of his desk. "How much I crave
you when we aren't together." He pulled my hair so that I was arching my
back.

The phone cord dug into my wrists, but I barely noticed. It
was like he was fucking me back in his office at the University of New Castle,
savoring how he felt inside of me, enjoying it more than he knew he would. Each
thrust made me climb higher and higher as his hips slammed into my sore ass
cheeks.

"How much I love you." His pace was relentless.

"I love you too." Tears starting biting at my eyes.
It was too intense.

He tilted his hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot of my
anatomy that made me lose control. "Then come for me."

As soon as I clenched around him, he exploded inside of me.
The familiar warmth spread up into my stomach, more forcefully than it ever
had. I came hard as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

His groan of satisfaction made me feel more secure than I had
in days. And he was suddenly being slow and gentle with his strokes. As if he
needed me to know that it was more than just fucking to him. But I knew that. I
had just gotten in my own head. He loved me just as much as I loved him.

He groaned again before pulling out of me.

I sighed and let my body relax against his desk. I had missed
this feeling.

His fingertips trailed up over my ass, back, and neck until
they slowly began to untie the silky tie from around my eyes.

"You're the one that's too good for me. I know you don't
believe me, because you're too stubborn to listen to my reasons."

I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face. This
wasn't the first time I had told him he was out of my league. No matter what he
said, I didn't understand. Because he was James Hunter. It would never make
sense to me. He had chosen me for some reason. I was the luckiest girl in the
world. I was always just worried the luck would eventually wear off.

"We were never going to be just a one time thing,
baby." He kissed the side of my jaw. "We never could be. I can't even
role-play that scenario anymore...Miss Taylor."

The tie fell from my face and I opened my eyes. James was
kneeling in front of me smiling. He was staring at me intently.

"Soon to be Mrs. Hunter, I hope?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I just missed you and..."

He silenced me with a gentle kiss. "It's okay. But don't
be afraid to talk to me about how you're feeling. You need to trust me."
He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. "I would never cheat
on you. You mean the world to me. All I need is you."

"I do trust you." I felt so foolish. I looked down
at my hands and then back up at him. "Are you going to untie me?"

"I think I'd rather work like this." He sat down in
his chair with a smirk on his face.

I laughed.

He buttoned up his shirt and put his tie back around his
neck.

"Really, I need to get back to work." I lifted my
wrists as much as I could.

He looked down at his watch. "You probably should get
back. I actually have a lot of work I need to get through." He rolled his
chair forward and slowly untied the phone cord from my wrists. As soon as my
hands were free he kissed the inside of each of my wrists. They were red from
me pulling on the cord so much. He glanced back up at me.

"It's okay. I liked it."

He ran his thumbs along the insides of my wrists.
"You're definitely everything I need."

I pushed myself up and leaned forward to kiss him. He grabbed
my ass and pulled me against him, kissing me hard before setting me back down
on my feet. When he pulled back he had that boyish grin that I loved so much. I
took a deep breath. We were good.

"Let's find your clothes," he said with a wink. His
hands fell from me as he leaned down to grab my bra.

There was a paper stuck to my sticky stomach. I peeled it
off, but before I could look at it, James grabbed it. He crumpled it up and
threw it in the trash.

"What was that?" I asked as I put my bra back on.

"I got distracted this morning. I keep rewriting my vows
to you."

My eyes darted back to his face. "James, I thought we
agreed to just repeat the words that the minister says. You know I hate public
speaking."

He smiled and handed me my shirt. "Baby, you're great at
public speaking. You would have gotten an A in my class if you hadn't started
sleeping with me. Or if we hadn't gotten caught."

I laughed and pulled my shirt on over my head. It stuck
awkwardly to my stomach even when I tried to smooth it into place. I needed to
go to the bathroom to wipe some of the stickiness from the coffee off of me.
"We didn't really get caught."

"I know." He grabbed my waist and pulled me back
against his chest. "My horrible ex wife, who I have absolutely no feelings
for whatsoever, who I definitely don't want to kiss, gave us away."

I straightened his tie for him. "Who I want you to stop
talking to."

"Okay. Done."

"Yeah?"

"All my friends say I'm whipped anyway. Might as well
prove them right."

I lightly pushed his shoulder. "I'm not trying to boss
you around."

"I know." He ran his fingers through my hair.
"I just want you to be happy. I think Isabella was serious about getting
my parents to come around or I would have hung up on her. I know you still want
that."

I shook my head back and forth.

"You really don't want them to come?"

"No. I was the one that uninvited them, remember?"

He raised his left eyebrow.

"Fine. I'd still like them to accept me," I said.
"Even though they're horrible. Maybe. But I don't want them to be forced
into it by Isabella. I don't want her help with anything."

"Fair enough. No more Isabella. She is officially out of
our lives."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"And that's why you talk to me when you're upset. So I
can fix it. Now where did your underwear go?"

I laughed and grabbed my thong off the ground.

James' eyes wandered up my legs as I pulled my thong and
skirt back on.

"So much for waiting until our wedding night," I
said.

"Insatiable as ever."

"You turned it into a game. You know how competitive I
am."

He laughed. "That's not why you caved, though. You caved
because you needed me. Just as much as I always need you. That's why we're
getting married. There was no reason to hold off on having sex until our
wedding night. We already know where we both stand." He tossed the phone
at me. "Tell Nita to get me a new phone."

"No way. I'm not doing that." I threw it back at
him. "I'm not her boss. And I don't want to have to explain what happened
to it."

"So you want me to explain what happened?"

"Don't you dare. Just tell her it fell off your desk.
And please don't make her clean up this mess." I walked to the other side
of the desk and picked up a frame that had fallen. The glass was shattered. It
was a picture of James and I at the beach. He had this habit of staring at me
instead of the camera whenever someone was taking a picture of us. This one
wasn't any different. I was smiling and he was looking at me with the most
loving expression on his face. Like I was the only thing he saw. "I love
this picture."

"We'll have a better one soon." He grabbed the
broken frame from me and pulled out the picture. "Of when we share our
first kiss as husband and wife. That's the one I'll want on my desk." He
handed me the photo and tossed the frame in the trash. "Now that the other
marketing interns know we're together you can have a picture of me. I'll get
you a new frame."

I smiled back up at him. I had no idea why I had ever doubted
him.

"And don't worry about what Nita thinks. She is very
aware of the fact that your afternoon lunch visits the past few years sometimes
resulted in sex because I always asked her not to disturb us and winked at
her."

"No you didn't..." I stopped when I saw the playful
expression on his face. "James! You didn't really, did you?"

"You'll never know. And besides, everyone who walked by
my office recently knows we just had sex. You were pretty loud."

"I was not."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we'll see."

My face turned red. "I wasn't loud."

"You should probably get back to work, Miss Taylor. I
have a ton of work I need to get done this week so I can marry you." He
sat back down at his desk.

"I love you."

He smiled at me. "I love you so much."

I walked out of his office with a huge smile on my face. It
felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Sierra cleared her throat when I sat down at my desk and
leaned toward me. "Your hair is a little messed up," she whispered
and touched the side of her head.

"Oh, thanks." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Was it super windy outside or something?" she
asked.

I had told them all that I was going to make a quick phone
call after lunch.

"Yeah, the wind has really picked up."
Please
stop talking about this.

"Weird. I always check the weather forecast, and I
didn't think there was a storm coming. I should have worn a jacket."

"Sometimes they just sneak up on you." My eyes were
glued to my computer screen.

"You just had sex, didn't you?" Tavon asked.

"What? Psh. No."

Tavon laughed. "You just fucked James in his
office."

"I did not." I ran my fingers through my hair
again. I could feel Zach staring at me. He was clearly judging my relationship.

"Then why are you blushing?" Tavon said.

"I'm not. It's just hot in here."

"And the sex hair?"

"The wind."

Zach laughed.

I looked up, surprised that he was laughing.

"Make up sex is always the best," he said.
"Just makes you want to keep coming back for more."

I rolled my eyes.

"Did you really just have sex in his office?"
Sierra asked.

I sighed. They had caught me red handed. "Fine, you caught
me."

"You two don't have much self control," Tavon said.

"It's not like we do it in his office all the time or
anything."

"Office sex seems like so much fun." Sierra
immediately blushed after saying it.

"Maybe I can help you make that fantasy come true?"
Tavon said.

"I don't think so," she said. "I just meant in
theory."

"It's fun in reality too."

Sierra looked back down at her computer screen. "We work
at an open desk pod. We can't have sex here."

"But you want to have sex with me?"

She laughed. "I didn't say that."

"We could do it in the copy room. Or the mail room. The
possibilities are endless really."