Euphoric Moment In The Office

Elliot

Her breath was ragged against my ear, her nails leaving faint trails down my back that only fueled the fire raging inside me. I couldn’t get enough...of her taste, her scent, the way her body responded to mine like we were made for this, for each other.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. She was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen, and right now, she was mine.

“Susan,” I whispered, my voice low and rough, “do you want me to stop?”

But she didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled me closer, her fingers curling into my hair, dragging my mouth back to hers like she’d drown if we weren’t connected.

I groaned into her mouth, my hands trailing down her sides, feeling every inch of her body. I yanked her blouse open, buttons flying across the floor, exposing the delicate lace of her bra. My mouth was on her boobs before I even realized it, kissing, biting, sucking the soft tits until I felt her shudder beneath me.

“Elliot,” she gasped, her head falling back, giving me more access, more control.

I slid my hands under her skirt, pushing it up until I felt the heat between her thighs, damp and ready. The thin barrier of her panties was the only thing stopping me, and fuck, I didn’t want any barriers between us.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband, tearing them down in one swift motion she was fucking wet, for me. She gasped as the cool air hit her, but her eyes...those wild, blue eyes...never left mine.

“You want this?” I asked, my voice a growl against her neck.

She nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

That was all I needed.

I undid my belt with one hand, freeing myself, the tension in my body coiled so tight I thought I might lose control right then and there. But this wasn’t just about me...it was about us, about making her feel every bit of the desperation I’d been carrying all week.

I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her body clenched around me, how her breath hitched in my ear. She was so fucking tight, so wet, it took everything in me not to lose it.

“God, Susan,” I groaned, my forehead pressed against hers, “you feel incredible.”

Her nails dug into my shoulders as I started to move, slow at first, savoring every thrust, every moan that escaped her lips. But it wasn’t long before slow wasn’t enough. She met me thrust for thrust, her legs tightening around my waist, pulling me deeper, harder.

The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, the desk creaking beneath us, but I didn’t give a damn. All I cared about was the way she felt, the way she looked...her head thrown back, lips parted, moaning my name like a prayer.

“You’re mine,” I growled, picking up the pace, driving into her with everything I had.

“Yes,” she gasped, her body trembling beneath me. “I’m yours.”

Hearing those words pushed me over the edge. I reached between us, my fingers finding that sweet spot that made her cry out, her body tightening around me as she came hard, shaking and breathless.

The moment she did, I let go, losing myself completely, my release crashing over me like a fucking tidal wave.

We stayed there for a moment, tangled together, our breaths heavy and uneven. I pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I whispered, my lips brushing hers. “Not now. Not ever.”

And from the way her eyes softened, from the way her body still clung to mine, I knew...neither of us stood a chance.

****

Susan

I lay there, sprawled across his desk, my body still humming from the aftermath of what just happened. My skin was slick with sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, and my legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. Elliot hovered above me, his breath warm against my cheek, his hands still gripping my hips like he wasn’t ready to let me go.

I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.

What the hell are you doing, Susan? My mind screamed the question, but my body...oh, my traitorous body...had all the answers. The way it reacted to him, craved him, needed him… it was like my heart and soul were at war, and right now, he was winning.

I finally managed to push myself up on shaky elbows, my blouse hanging open, completely ruined. I should’ve been embarrassed, but all I could think about was the way his eyes were still dark with desire, even after everything. His hair was a mess, his lips swollen from our kisses, and God help me, I wanted him all over again.

But reality crept in like an unwelcome guest, wrapping its cold fingers around my chest.

I cleared my throat, trying to gather what was left of my dignity. “Elliot…” My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. “Hmm?”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my heart fluttered. “We… we can’t keep doing this.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brow arching in that infuriatingly sexy way. “Why not?”

Because your mother bribed me to leave you, I wanted to scream. Because I said yes to her stupid deal. Because I’m falling more in love with you again and again, and it’s going to destroy me.

But the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, I shook my head and pushed against his chest, slipping off the desk and gathering my ruined clothes. I could feel his eyes on me, tracking my every move, and it made my skin burn in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

“Susan.” His voice was softer now, more serious.

I froze, my fingers trembling as I tried to button what was left of my blouse. I didn’t dare look at him.

“Talk to me.”

I bit my lip, fighting the lump rising in my throat. If I talk, I’ll break. And I couldn’t afford to break...not now. Not when I’d made a deal with the devil in the form of his mother.

I forced a smile, one that felt brittle and wrong. “There’s nothing to talk about, Elliot.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was cold, detached...fake. “This was… a mistake.”

I saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes before he masked it with that cocky grin of his. “A mistake, huh?” He leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze raking over me like he was memorizing every inch. “Funny, didn’t feel like a mistake when you were screaming my name five minutes ago.”

My cheeks flushed, but I held my ground. “People make mistakes in the heat of the moment.”

His smile faded, replaced by something deeper, more intense. “Is that what this is to you? Just a moment?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Instead, I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode. But just as I reached for the handle, his voice stopped me in my tracks.

“I’m not letting you go, Susan.” His words were low, a promise and a threat all at once. “You can fight me all you want, but I’m not giving up on us.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. Goddamn you, Elliot Prescott. Why did he have to make this so hard?

Without another word, I yanked the door open and walked out, leaving behind the only man who ever truly owned my heart.

And as much as I wanted to believe I could stick to my plan, deep down, I knew...I was in way too deep to ever walk away.