Page 27 of Leverage & Obedience

I lift my chin. “I had things to do.”

“On a Sunday at 5 in the morning?”

He knows what time I left.

“I’m averyproductive person.”

He reaches out, and his fingers brush my cheek softly. It feels like a brand.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says quietly. “But don’t lie to me.”

Those words hit me like a physical blow. My chest tightens, and suddenly I’m feeling everything I didn’t want to feel today. Sunday was torture, and I’ve been annoyed at him all day and wanting attention.

I’m taking what I want.

I uncross my arms and fist my hands in his shirt, yanking him against me. My mouth crashes into his. He kisses me back instantly and slides his hand around my waist. He walks me backwards until the bookshelf digs into my spine. Something wobbles on the surface behind me, but I don’t care. I’m ready to climb him like a tree.

His fingers fumble at my buttons, and he curses before he grabs the fabric with both hands and yanks. The fabric gives way, buttons flying. One pings on his desk. I barely have time to gasp when he’s diving for my bra. He’s desperate for my tits, yanking the cups down without bothering with the clasp. His palms close over them, and he pulls at my nipples. My hips buck against him. I can feel how hard he is through his slacks, that thick ridge pressing into my stomach.

“Lily—”

He pulls back, and his breath is ragged.

“Shut up.” I knot my fingers in his hair and drag him down to my breasts. If he gets soft on me now, I’m going to lose it. I’m not crying in here. Not today.

He gets it. His hands drop to my thighs, and he pulls my skirt up until it bunches at my waist. And then he lifts. My legs wrap around him on instinct. The bookshelf rattles as he pins me to it.

Mmm, this is what I need. The press of his cock against my pussy through all these layers makes me moan into his mouth shamelessly. I used up all my pride pretending to be normal today. There’s none left.

When something falls off the shelf, he curses and carries me two steps to pin me to the wall instead. I tighten my legs around him and grind down.

“Off,” I demand, and my hands are on his belt. He sucks on my nipple while I try to keep my focus and get his pants open. I get the buckle open, but there’s no space for me to pull the zipper down.

I’m frantic, and I whimper as he switches to the other breast and sucks greedily on that nipple.

“Bren…” I tug at his hair. “Oh god, fuck me.”

I try to wiggle against him, and his groan vibrates through my chest. I rotate again, grinding my covered pussy against his cock, and he finally takes the hint.

He unhooks my legs and helps me stand while he shoves his pants and boxers down. While he’s doing that, I quickly ditch my heels and panties. When I wrap around his thick cock, he groans. His control slips as he fucks my hand.

Not good enough. I want his control shattered.

I let go of his cock and wrap one leg around his thigh. He grasps it and holds his cock in his other hand. Nothing matters except the head of his cock sliding through my wetness.

Right before he pushes in, he pauses. “Color?”

This motherfucker. “Green. I’ve been green all day. Catch up.”

He plunges inside me.

“Ooooh, god!” I cry out against his shoulder as my fingers claw his shirt.

He pulls out fully, then slams back into me repeatedly. Every thrust pins me harder. His mouth finds my neck and bites down. It’s not hard enough to break the skin, but it stings. My pussy clamps around him hard enough to make him groan. He’s never done that before, but the committee has voted yes.

“Bren,” I moan and try to rock against him. I need it hard.

“I know.” His voice is rough against my skin. “I know.”