(TORREN) I chuckled, my cheeks warm.
“Why?
Did you hate it?” I placed my hands on his knees and leaned against them.
Theo’s eyes wandered over me, as if he were tasting every inch, his body tight with anticipation.
He whispered, ‘Didn’t hate it at all.’ His voice was low and gravelly and made me shiver.
I planted my hands on Theo’s thighs to push myself up, but his arm went around my waist before I could.
In one quick movement his hand hooked behind my leg and pulled me onto the desk while the other arm secured me.
In one quick movement his hand hooked behind my leg and pulled me onto the desk while the other arm secured me.
He leaned in, almost kissing me, but I put a hand on his face and pushed him away.
He leaned in, almost kissing me, but I put a hand on his face and pushed him away.
“Who’s Ari?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
He smirked, his lips twitching with amusement.
“She’s my assistant.
Very much a girl, very much not interested.” “Don’t mock me,” I warned, though I couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at my lips.
“I like that you’re jealous, even if it makes you a bit vicious,” he teased, his gaze flicking down to my mouth.
“You’ve got me all to yourself, darling.
What are you going to do about it?” Warmth flooded my cheeks.
I struggled with the desire to argue with him, to make him wait just one more second.
“Are you seriously going to make me ask again?” I answered, my voice calm, but his presence alone stirred a maelstrom of emotions in me.
The air was thick with tension.
I met his gaze, daring him to reply.
Theo shook his head.
There was a playful gleam in his eyes as he leaned in, his purpose obvious and resolute.
And when our lips touched again, the world around us faded away and there was only the fire of our connection.
His kiss was hard and demanding and it ignited something in me I hadn’t expected.
I could feel his urgency, his arm around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.
The other hand pushed hard against the desk, pinning us to this moment of wild abandonment.
I felt the power of his presence all around me.
The feeling took me.
My heart raced and I melted into him, lost in the depths of his kiss.
His intensity was intense.
It was a sensation I’d never known before, having him between my legs, his size, his presence.
So much bigger than me.
Imposing, yet exhilarating.
I bit gently on his lip and sucked it into my mouth.
My pulse raced.
His groan vibrated against my skin and I felt the shift of power, even if just for a moment.
“I thought you weren’t sure about this,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine.
“Where the fuck did shy Torren go?” Before I could answer, he kissed me again, silencing any reply.
My hands found his hair, tugging firmly.
He moaned appreciatively, his body leaning into mine.
The dull press of the desk against my back was a small discomfort overshadowed by the way he held me.
I knew he was strong.
His body was lean but toned.
Wherever I could get a glimpse of his skin, there were muscles adorning it.
Right now, I was feeling his strength too.
He wasn’t using all of it, and something about that was so appealing.
Tentatively, I hooked one leg around his.
He stepped closer.
Emboldened, I repeated the motion with the other, pulling him tighter against me.
His hand slipped from my waist to press against the desk.
He braced himself with one hand while the other roamed over me, his lips never faltering.
“You need to stop doing that,” he warned, pulling back slightly, his breath hot against my skin.
I tugged him by the hair, refusing to let him go.
“Torren,” he growled, his voice low and rough.
“I’m going to fuck you over this desk if you keep this up.” His words should have scared me, but combined with his weight and that low rumble, it sounded too fucking hot.
I knew he could feel me hard against him and as our eyes met, the realisation flickered in his.
A wicked smile curved his lips, more devastatingly handsome than ever.
“Would you like me to?” Before I could reply, he rolled his hips against mine, the friction igniting a wave of pleasure that left me breathless.
I bit my lip, holding back a sound that would only fuel his ego.
I pushed my hips upward, watching his eyes darken.
“Do that again.” “Definitely not shy,” he mused, his voice laced with wonder.
He moved against me again, and this time I couldn’t hold back.
A quiet moan escaped me, and he stilled, his gaze locking with mine.
His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly along my skin.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” he whispered, his voice reverent.
My heart thundered as he leaned closer, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that left no room for thought.
As he moved against me, the sensation intensified.
He adjusted his weight, aligning our bodies perfectly as his kisses grew more hungry.
I arched into him, my arm winding around his neck.
He seized the opportunity, slipping his other arm under my back, erasing any remaining space between us.
My mind went blissfully blank.
My fingers found his hair, grasping roughly as I wrapped my legs around him, leaving him little room to move.
He still managed perfectly.
His lips were insistent, almost bruising in their intensity.
His hand trailed down to my leg, fingertips pressed into my skin, sliding upward.
They slipped under my shorts, pulling me closer as he moved.
His hand gripped my hip firmly, edging its way backward.
A flicker of hesitation crossed my mind, but he timed it perfectly with a slow glide of his tongue, melting my thoughts away.
I kissed him back, pressing my body to his.
His hand continued until it cupped my ass, large enough to encompass it fully.
He rubbed softly before gripping firmly.
“I need to get you out of these clothes,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.
“I can’t stand them anymore.” Fear shot through me at the thought of standing there completely exposed, but the lure of his skin against mine was a temptation too great to resist, sparking a longing in me that dwarfed my fears.
I nodded, and he groaned, his forehead resting against mine.
“You’re supposed to tell me to stop.” “I don’t want you to stop,” I rasped.
He groaned again, the sound vibrating between us.
“You’re too fucking much.
Enjoying me so far, darling?” I nodded.
Theo’s kisses grew hungrier, his tongue exploring with renewed intensity.
His hands gripped me tighter, his nails digging lightly into my skin.
I let go of his hair to run my fingers through it instead, delighting in the way it messed up his usual perfection.
When he tried to pull back, I tightened my legs around him, gripping his hair and holding him to me.
A faint smile played on his lips as he relented, trailing kisses along my jaw.
Then, the door clicked open.
“Theo, are you about done?” Henry’s voice rang out as he walked in.
We froze, our breaths mingling in the small space between us, eyes wide as we turned toward him.
He stopped short, his eyebrows shooting up before a grin spread across his face.
“Oh, I fucking knew it,” he laughed, shutting the door behind him.
Theo exhaled sharply, gently untangling himself from me.
His hands steadied me as I sat up, both of us scrambling to regain some semblance of composure.
I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to process the mortifying reality of being caught.
At least it was Henry and not Lex.
Small mercies.
“Could you get the fuck out?” Theo snapped.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter, but it spilled out anyway, a nervous, breathy sound that grew uncontrollable.
Theo looked at me, bewildered, which only made me laugh harder.
Henry chuckled, unfazed.
“See?
At least T has a sense of humour about it.” “Sorry,” I managed between laughs, my voice shaking.
“This is just…unreal.” Theo sighed, dragging a hand through his already dishevelled hair.
“What did you want?” he demanded, directing his irritation at Henry.
“Relax, Theo.
I didn’t walk in on purpose.
I’m supposed to drive you, remember?” I got to my feet and flicked my shirt down in a mock way and turned to face them.
Henry raised his hands in a theatrical gesture of surrender, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly enjoying the moment.
“How many times have I told you not to enter my space without knocking?” “In my defence, this is only the second time I’ve walked in on something like this, and the first time was a million years ago,” Henry quipped, his grin growing sly.
A pang of jealousy hit me, sharp and unexpected.
The thought of someone else sharing this kind of moment with Theo gnawed at me, but I quickly shoved it aside.
Feet on the ground, Theo put his hands on his hips.
“Henny, not everything is a joke,” he said, his voice soft but no less firm.
Henry glanced away, his grin fading slightly.
He shrugged, a little sheepishly, before letting out another huff of laughter.
“Fine, got it.
So, are you done?” He shot me a quick side glance.
“You’re lucky it was me.
Lex wanted to come get you.” “Lex knocks,” Theo said tersely.
Henry rolled his eyes.
“I’ll be in the car waiting,” he muttered, turning toward the door.
He paused to glance back at me, a playful smile curving his lips.
“Good luck, T,” he added with a wink before leaving.
The door clicked shut, and the room fell quiet.
Theo exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair again.
“We need to be smarter about this,” he said as he turned to me.
“You’re right.
Sorry,” I said, nodding.
He shook his head and edged closer.
His hands fell back into my hair and he bent down, kissing me gently, his lips soft and sweet on mine.
“No apologies.
I loved having you in my arms,” he said softly.
“We just need to be smarter.
Lock up the doors.” “I’ll remember that next time.” He grinned, brushing another kiss over my lips.
“I’ll text you later.
I really have to go.” He stole a couple more kisses.
“Okay.
You’re back on Saturday?” I asked softly, not wanting him to leave.
He nodded, his grin turning playful.
“Keep thinking about me like you were,” he teased, giving my hair a light tug before kissing me deeply one last time.
His lips lingered, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
“Next time, I’m getting you out of these clothes.” I was so excited and nervous and thrilled all at the same time.
He looked towards the door with a devilish smile.
He looked towards the door with a devilish smile.
I watched him leave, the sound of the door closing pulling me back to reality.
Sitting down in the chair, I rubbed my hands over my face, letting out a groan.
“Shit,” I muttered to the empty room, my voice muffled against my palms.