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“Good,” I growl, stepping back and resting my hand heavily on the back of her chair, claiming my place at her side. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
nolan
Igrab Mischa’s hand, my fingers lacing through hers, and tug her out of the boardroom. We don’t slip out quietly, we don’t even wait for a break in the chaos. We walk straight past Maxim and the rest of our crew, and through the heavy doors without looking back. I don’t give a fuck who sees us, who whispers, or that our friends more than likely know what we’re about to do. All I know, all that matters, is that I need to have Mischa. Right fucking now.
The moment we cross the threshold to my office, I slam the heavy door shut and throw the lock into place with a sharp click. Mischa never ceases to amaze me. Christ almighty, she’s already slipping out her clothes. She kicks off her heels, letting them clatter against the marble floor. Her fingers work at the buttons of her cream blouse, tugging it off her shoulders and letting it drop onto the rug. Next comes the zipper of her pencil skirt—as sharp hiss of metal—and the dark fabric pools around her ankles. She steps out of it, standing in the middle of my office clad in nothing but bits of scraps of lace.
“Nolan,” she gasps. Her green eyes flash with a wild hunger that only I can tame. A feral growl tears from my throat as I shed my own clothes with a desperate urgency. My suit jacket lands next to her clothes, my tie is ripped away, and my shirt buttons pop as I tear the fabric open, tossing it aside before kicking off my shoes and trousers.
I crowd her in, my massive frame casting a heavy shadow over her slender body as I push her back, step by step, right to where I want her: the deep leather sofa. The back of her legs hit the edge, and she collapses backward, sprawling across the cushions, her hair fanning out over the leather like a halo of sin.
I drop to my knees between her thighs, my hands taking immediate control of her position. I hook a hand behind her knees, lifting one leg up to rest high over the back of the couch while leaving her other foot planted firmly on the floor.
“Damn, trouble, you’re so fucking beautiful.” She’s completely exposed to me, chest heaving, tits shaking, breathing coming in shallow hitches, and her pussy is glistening with wetness.
“Nolan, please,” she whimpers, her hips twitching against the couch.
“Patience, Mischa,” I rumble before leaning down and burying my face between her spread thighs. My tongue drags slowly up her wet slit, tasting her deeply and lapping at her sweet wetness. Fuck, the way she goes wild for me whenever my mouth is near her pussy. She arches her back off the cushions, and her hands fly to my hair, her fingers tangling tightly in the dark strands. I lap at her clit, taking my time, swirling my tongue over her sensitive clit until she’s writhing beneath me.
“Nolan,” she whimpers my name as her inner thighs tremble against my shoulders. As much as I want to stay where I’m at, my cock has other plans, and at least I have her taste thoroughly coating my tongue. I shift up her body like a man who knows exactly what he wants. I take one cherry-tipped nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the pebbled tip before pulling it deep into my mouth, sucking until she lets out a deep moan. I move to the other side, giving her other nipple the exact same attention, listening to Mischa’s moans the entire time.
Finally, since my cock won’t stop throbbing, I rise up over her, capturing her swollen lips in a deep, bruising kiss. When she gasps, I push my tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself on my lips, sharing the intoxicating flavor of her cum. Mischa groans as her arms wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me down like she wants to crawl inside me.
This isn’t frantic anymore, this is the burn-you-up, hot, slow kind of possession that’s going to mark her as mine forever.
“Tell me, trouble, tell me you need me.” I pull back just enough to look into her heavy-lidded eyers. Gently, deliberately, I place my hand around the base of her neck. My fingers wrap gently around her throat, resting there with a firm, dominant weight—a constant, steadfast reminder of who holds her.
“I need you, Nolan.” I align my thick, throbbing head with her entrance. She’s fucking soaked, practically begging for my cock.
“Look at me, Mischa,” I demand, my voice dropping into a deep, gravelly growl. Her green eyes lock on mine, dark and filled with desire.
And I sink into her.
Slowly, inch by inch, I stretch her open, burying my full length into her tight, wet heat until my hips press flat against her ass. Mischa lets out a long, shuddering gasp, her head falling back as the walls of her cunt clamp down around me.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan against her jaw, my thumb stroking the side of her neck as my fingers maintain their steady pressure around her throat. And through it all, she hasn’t moved an inch. My woman knows exactly how I like her. I pull back, nearly all the way out, watching her face as the loss of my cock makes her sob, before driving back in with a deep thrust. I set a pace that’s agonizingly slow and scorching hot, a relentlessly heavy slide that burns through every nerve ending in our bodies. Every time I slide in, I feel her muscles gripping me, and every time I draw back, I leave her aching for my return.
I shift her position, unhooking her leg from the back of the couch and bringing both of her knees up, pinning her legs near her head. This way, she’s completely open, completely helpless, held down on my couch under the weight of my body and the firm grip around her throat.
I watch her take every last inch of me. The visual is pure torture—her golden skin is flushed pink, her chest is heaving, her eyes are glossy with desire as I push in and out of her wet cunt.
“You’re mine, Mischa,” I mutter, my chest rising and falling as the heat in the room turns thick. “In my bed, at my desk, in this office. Your voice is the only one I want to hear. Your body is the only one I’m ever touching.”
“Nolan… ah… yes,” she pants out. Her hands reach up to grip my biceps, her nails digging into my skin as I drive into her again. “Please… faster.”
“No,” I grunt, keeping the pace, slow, deep, and torturous. “We’re taking out time. You’re going to feel every second of this.” I grind my pelvis against her clit with every deep push, driving us both closer to the edge. Sweat glistens on my shoulders, dripping down onto her collarbone as the sound of skin slapping in the quiet office fills the space between us. Her body begins to coil tightly, and the walls of her pussy pulse around my dick in tiny, involuntary spasms that tell me she’s right on the edge.
“Nolan… I’m… close… right there,” she sobs. Her hips attempt to thrust up to meet mine, but I hold them down with one hand on her hip. Her eyes roll back slightly, and her body shivers. “Please, baby, I’m going to…” I tighten my fingers around her throat, applying firm pressure against her delicate skin. The restriction snaps the last of her restraint. “Nolan!” Mischa screams my name, her body going rigid as a violent, shattering orgasm rips through her frame. Her walls clamp down on my cock like an iron grip, contracting around me, soaking me completely and ruining my own control.
“Mischa.” Her name tumbles from lips in a guttural roar, and I drive deep inside her one last time as my own release takes over. I continue to fuck my cum into her as her orgasm continues to wring every last fucking drop from me.
I collapse over her, keeping my weight supported on my forearms while my hold on her neck slowly slackens, shifting into a soft caress against her jaw. We stay like we are on the couch, completely naked, our bodies tangled together, chests heaving, and I’ve never been happier.
“Christ, trouble,” I utter. Mischa doesn’t respond. Instead, she hums before turning her head and pressing a soft, trembling kiss to the inside of my wrist. I look down at her, watching the color slowly return to her cheeks, knowing that no matter what happens beyond the locked door, she’s never getting away from me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
