RICHARD’S POV
I stared at her, my mind struggling to process what she’d just said.
“I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”
The words hung in the air between us, bold, desperate and completely unexpected.
I had expected her to be reserved, hesitant or maybe even scared.
I had prepared myself to be patient, to slowly break down her walls over time to make her give in to me.
I never expected her to throw herself at me like this.
I shook my head slowly, stepping back from her.
“You don’t want that. Your emotions are all over the place. You’re not thinking clearly.”
I started to move away, to put distance between us, but her hand shot out and grabbed my shirt, yanking me back.
“Don’t,” she said, her voice fierce.
“Don’t walk away from me. This is what you wanted from me anyway, isn’t it? You said it yourself, there would be no sleeping, only fucking. So why are you holding back now?”
I looked down at her, at the fire blazing in her blue eyes.
“Because I know you’ll regret it.”
“I won’t,” she insisted.
“I need this. I need to get over him. I need to move on. And the only way I can do that is if you help me forget.”
Her words cut deeper than she probably realized.
She didn’t want me.
She wanted a distraction.
A tool.
A way to erase Derek from her mind.
I was just a means to an end.
“Amy…”
Before I could finish, she surged forward and pressed her lips against mine.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, full of all the pain and anger she’d been holding inside.
Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, and I felt my control begin to slip.
I should have stopped her.
I should have pushed her away and told her to go cool down.
But the feel of her lips on mine, the taste of her, the way she moaned against my mouth; it was too much.
I kissed her back.
My hands found her waist, pulling her closer.
She gasped against my lips, and I took advantage, deepening the kiss.
My tongue swept into her mouth, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me against her.
I could feel the heat of her through our clothes, and could smell of her arousal.
It took every ounce of my self-control not to take her right there.
But I wouldn’t.
Not like this.
Not when she was using me to forget another man.
I pulled back from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck.
She tilted her head back, giving me better access, and I took full advantage.
I nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of her throat, listening to her breathy moans.
“Richard,” she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I lowered my hand, sliding it beneath her dress.
She whimpered as my fingers found her clit, already wet and ready.
I circled her clit slowly, teasing her, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please, Richard.”
I pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her back arching off the desk.
I moved my fingers in and out, curling them just right, while my thumb continued to circle her clit.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her ear.
“Let go, Amy.
Let me hear you.”
“Yes, Richard.
Oh my God.” Her moans grew louder, more desperate.
She was close, I could feel it in the way her body trembled, the way she clenched around my fingers.
I increased the pace of my fingers and her toes curled in pleasure.
“Richard, I’m…I’m going to..”
“Come for me,” I commanded. New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Now.”
She shattered.
“Fuck, Richard.”
Her body convulsed, her cries filling the office as she came undone on my fingers.
I watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her falling apart, by the way she moaned my name like it was the only word she knew.
When her body finally stilled, I pulled my fingers out slowly, bringing them to my lips.
I held her gaze as I tasted her, watching her eyes widen.
“Delicious,” I said softly.
She stared at me, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed.
I could see the confusion in her eyes, the post-orgasm haze mixing with frustration.
I stepped back from her, straightening my shirt.
She blinked, sitting up slowly.
“Wait. That’s it?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t…” She gestured vaguely at the space between us.
“You didn’t actually have sex with me.”
“No,” I confirmed.
“I didn’t.”
Her face fell, disappointment flickering across her features.
“But I thought—”
“I know what you thought.” I walked around the desk, putting distance between us.
“But I’m not going to sleep with you, Amy.
Not like this.”
“Why not?” Her voice cracked.
“This is what you wanted. So why won’t you just fuck me when I’m willing?”
I turned to face her, my expression hard.
“Because I won’t be used to helping you get over my nephew.”
She froze, her mouth falling open.
“Don’t look so surprised,” I continued, my voice cold.
“I know exactly what this is.
You’re hurting.
You’re angry.
And you think that if you sleep with me, it’ll erase all the pain Derek caused you.”
“That’s not…”
“It is.” I cut her off.
“And I won’t be a part of that. When you come to me, Amy, I want it to be because you desperately want me, I want you to beg me to take you. Not because you want to use me as a tool to get over your ex-mate.”