accept it,” he said. “I refuse to accept your resignation... But everything else you suggested in this naughty book of yours, Grace, I’ll take that and more.”
Panic hit her then. “What are you talking about?”
He growled. Literally, felt the primal sound work its way up from his gut as pressed her firmly back against the door. “The part where you talk about how much you want me... how you dream of having me take you roughly, of bending you over my desk and making you mine. Oh yes, Grace, my dirty girl, I will take all of it and then some.”
Grace’s face flamed. “I never meant for you to see that! I just--I wrote it thinking that if I just acknowledged it and then destroyed it that it would make everything better, but then I couldn’t... and once I started writing, I couldn’t stop.” He was so close. She could smell the subtle spice of his cologne and feel the heat of his big body looming over her. In his anger, he’d moved closer and closer, and now with every breath she took her breasts came dangerously close to grazing the hard planes of his chest. “I don’t want your pity! I can’t stand it!”
The words had tumbled out and tears gathered in her eyes. Humiliation simply flooded her. Unable to look at him, she ducked her head, and tried to move past him. He simply stepped closer, pinning her to the wall. When she felt his large hand touch her face, his callused fingers gently wiping a tear from her cheek, she wanted to simply crawl into a hole and die.
“You’ve never been invisible to me, Grace,” he corrected softly. There was a slight roughness to his voice that sent shivers down her spine. The hand that had been gently caressing her face, wiping away the errant tears, was moving now, inching into the coiled chignon at the base of her skull. Pins scattered, pinging off the hardwood floor as he loosened her hair. “You can walk away from the job if you want, but I’ll be damned before I let you walk away from me.”
Grace glanced up then and the expression on his face was unlike anything she’d ever seen. His eyes bored into her. He looked feral, predatory and irresistible. The thought hadn’t even fully formed in her mind before his lips were on hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. There was no persuasion or seduction to it. He simply claimed her mouth, his lips marking her as his. When his tongue swept into her mouth, sliding sensually between her parted lips, she moaned. Liquid pooled at her core, dampening the silk of her panties and making her burn for him. It was all she could do not to press herself against him and hump him like a horny teenager.
“Mr. Callahan--”
“Anthony,” he corrected, his lips coasting along the delicate line of her jaw, his tongue testing the pulse that beat just below it. “My name is Anthony.”
“I can’t call you by your first name! This is--You don’t have to do this. You can’t really want me!”
He pressed her firmly against the wall, his chest pressing tightly against her breasts. Sliding his hands under the soft, globes of her behind he tugged her hips forward until she could feel the raging proof. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her mound. “Does that feel like pity, Grace?”
She looked dazed, her eyes wide and her lips still damp and swollen from his kiss. “No.”
“I jack off twice a day in that bathroom thinking about you... imagining what it would be like to have your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me deep.” He punctuated that statement by popping the buttons on her blouse. The red satin bra with
Panic hit her then. “What are you talking about?”
He growled. Literally, felt the primal sound work its way up from his gut as pressed her firmly back against the door. “The part where you talk about how much you want me... how you dream of having me take you roughly, of bending you over my desk and making you mine. Oh yes, Grace, my dirty girl, I will take all of it and then some.”
Grace’s face flamed. “I never meant for you to see that! I just--I wrote it thinking that if I just acknowledged it and then destroyed it that it would make everything better, but then I couldn’t... and once I started writing, I couldn’t stop.” He was so close. She could smell the subtle spice of his cologne and feel the heat of his big body looming over her. In his anger, he’d moved closer and closer, and now with every breath she took her breasts came dangerously close to grazing the hard planes of his chest. “I don’t want your pity! I can’t stand it!”
The words had tumbled out and tears gathered in her eyes. Humiliation simply flooded her. Unable to look at him, she ducked her head, and tried to move past him. He simply stepped closer, pinning her to the wall. When she felt his large hand touch her face, his callused fingers gently wiping a tear from her cheek, she wanted to simply crawl into a hole and die.
“You’ve never been invisible to me, Grace,” he corrected softly. There was a slight roughness to his voice that sent shivers down her spine. The hand that had been gently caressing her face, wiping away the errant tears, was moving now, inching into the coiled chignon at the base of her skull. Pins scattered, pinging off the hardwood floor as he loosened her hair. “You can walk away from the job if you want, but I’ll be damned before I let you walk away from me.”
Grace glanced up then and the expression on his face was unlike anything she’d ever seen. His eyes bored into her. He looked feral, predatory and irresistible. The thought hadn’t even fully formed in her mind before his lips were on hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. There was no persuasion or seduction to it. He simply claimed her mouth, his lips marking her as his. When his tongue swept into her mouth, sliding sensually between her parted lips, she moaned. Liquid pooled at her core, dampening the silk of her panties and making her burn for him. It was all she could do not to press herself against him and hump him like a horny teenager.
“Mr. Callahan--”
“Anthony,” he corrected, his lips coasting along the delicate line of her jaw, his tongue testing the pulse that beat just below it. “My name is Anthony.”
“I can’t call you by your first name! This is--You don’t have to do this. You can’t really want me!”
He pressed her firmly against the wall, his chest pressing tightly against her breasts. Sliding his hands under the soft, globes of her behind he tugged her hips forward until she could feel the raging proof. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her mound. “Does that feel like pity, Grace?”
She looked dazed, her eyes wide and her lips still damp and swollen from his kiss. “No.”
“I jack off twice a day in that bathroom thinking about you... imagining what it would be like to have your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me deep.” He punctuated that statement by popping the buttons on her blouse. The red satin bra with
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