Page 45 of Tangled Control

He removes his hand from my mouth, and I breathe in greedily while watching his gaze travel down my body, wincing at the sight of a bite mark on my breast.

Another loud laugh from just outside the office, and he pushes off the table. I flinch as he pulls out of me. Hurriedly, he deposits the condom, fastens his trousers and tucks his shirt into the waistband.

I’m still lying on the table, legs dangling over the edge and unable to move. Rian pauses for a second, his gaze roaming over my body one last time.

Then he grabs my waist and helps me to stand. My shoulders ache and tingle as he undoes the knot. I lean against the table to keep my balance on my unstable legs while I quickly fix my bra and pull the top back over my head.

Rian crouches down and holds out my panties. I step into them, and then we do the same with my trousers. Everything is done quickly, mechanically, hastily.

All dressed, he takes a step back while fisting his dark hair.

“Shit! You look like you just got fucked!” he exclaims.

I snort, and he closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head on a chuckle.

I shift on my feet and clear my throat. “Do you have another shirt?” I point to his chest. “It’s kind of sticking to you.”

He glances down. I wouldn’t mind him taking it off so I can get a good look at those tight abs that I can glimpse through the damp material.

“Fuck,” he mutters and slips on his jacket from the back of his chair. “You, um, you need to tighten your bun, it’s a mess. Why don’t you use my bathroom?”

“Oh, yes. Good call.”

I rush to his bathroom and do my best to hide the evidence of our actions. Cold water cools my red cheeks, but I can’t do anything with my swollen lips – lips swollen from biting down on them.

Not from kissing.

We were just fucking on his conference table, yet we haven’t shared a single kiss. I take a deep breath. There is no time to muse over that issue now.

I find Rian sitting behind his desk when I re-emerge from the bathroom. He’s resting his forehead in one hand, his head tilted to the side while watching me approach his desk. I fidget with my jacket sleeves.

“Ice queen, you’re going to be the death of me.” He shakes his head and his words are soft when he asks, “Do you still hate me?”

I don’t know why a smile tugs at my lips. “More than ever.”

Rian laughs quietly before he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes while leaning back in his chair. When he opens them, his normal cold mask is back on his face.

“That will be all, Miss Taylor. You can go,” he says in a loud, harsh tone.

I straighten my back, lift my chin and make my eyes as hard as ice.

“My pleasure, Mr Kearney,” I reply with an equally cold voice.

“And mine…” I hear him mumble as I stride out of the office.

Twenty Nine

Catriona

Iam sleeping with my boss!

Ever since leaving Rian’s office yesterday morning, that sentence has played on repeat in my head.

I am disgusted with myself even as excitement keeps sending my body into high alert. Rian brought me to a level of pleasure unbeknown to me – it was like driving a Ferrari while my two previous boyfriends were electric cars running low on battery.

I am sleeping with my boss!

Glancing up at the dark clouds above my head, I sigh deeply and quicken my steps down the street. Thankfully, I’m not slowed down by high heels, but the rain clouds still win. The first drops hit me, and I curse myself for not bringing an umbrella – and for not bringing lunch to work which means I have to spend precious money on an overpriced sandwich. I was simply too preoccupied this morning – my mind constantly replaying what happened in Rian’s office.