Page 90 of Yours, Finally

"You're more dangerous than I ever gave you credit for." He cocked his head, his eyes low on my chest. "And I gave you a lot of credit."

"Not enough, it seems."

He ran his knuckles over my nipple, through the lace of my bra.

"Don't be all calculated like this," I complained. "I want you to break, not give in."

Blue fire met my gaze. "You don't know what you're asking for, Vi."

"I'm asking you to use your muscles on me. Let me fight you and get your way anyway. Take me over your desk, because I pushed you too far, and you can't help yourself."

"I could overpower you, Vi. Are you sure you want that?"

"Fuck, Jake. What do I have to do to convince you I want you overpowering me?"

He stepped close to me, until his shirt touched the lace on my chest.

"If you tell me to stop, I will," he growled.

"I won't."

"Are you going to squirm and push your ass against me as I fuck you, keeping quiet through it?"

"If you fuck me right."

His eyes narrowed. He hooked a finger on the edge of my underwear and pulled me to him, getting me to stand up off the desk. I hadn't realized I had sat on it.

"Does it get you wet to talk to me like that?"

"You should check."

I had only an instant to see the fracture in the wall of his resolve, revealing the power he kept contained. I lost sight of it behind his eyes when he grabbed me by the arms and turned me around in a swift, commanding move. He pushed his torso on my back and I was forced to brace myself against the desk. His fingers clamped around my wrist, coercing me to keep still under the weight of him.

My mouth went slack with pleasure. I pushed his keyboard and papers aside with my free hand.

"First, you're going to fix that attitude, Vi."

I pushed my hips back onto his cock. "Make me."

"Shit. You're a troublemaker."

With his free hand, he lifted my skirt and pushed it out of the way. The cold office air made contact with skin, and a chill went down my spine when Jake's hot breath brushed my neck.

"You have to behave." His fingers splayed on the rounds of my ass, the fingertips teasing the sensitive flesh where it met my upper thigh. "Or else."

"Show me." I wiggled against him. "Check me."

He pulled my panties to the side. "Say you're mine."

"You're mine."

"Fuck."

I had to bite my bottom lip not to moan. We talked through sandpaper vocal cords, keeping quiet but at a cost.

"I don't have a condom with me, but I'll fuck you with my fingers until you regret making me break."

"I can take a lot. I can take you bare—" I swallowed a whimper. "I went to the doctor. You can fuck me with that pretty dick of yours, like you're meant to."