Two weeks later…
“You’re impossible.”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Yet you keep coming back for more.”
She shoots me a glare that doesn’t quite disguise her grin. “I’m the head of cybersecurity, remember? I’m just doing my job.”
I laugh softly. “This isn’t your job.”
She slips her blazer from her shoulders, tossing it across a chair. “Oh no? Well, apparently, it’s about to be.”
I back up a step, sliding my tie off and tossing it on my desk. My shirt follows, revealing my torso, her hungry eyes raking over me. With one graceful movement, she sinks to her knees, hands moving to my belt buckle. I’m surprised by the action and my pulse hammers.
“Eva.”
She glances up through long lashes, a sly smile curving her lips. “Yes, boss?”
Before I can formulate a witty reply, my belt is undone, the button and zipper of my pants following suit. The cool air hits my skin, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles out as she frees me from the confines of my slacks and boxer briefs.
Her lips hover near my length, her warm breath sending sparks of anticipation through my veins. The sight alone is enough to make me dizzy with lust.
“Eva,” I say again.
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth. The heat, the wet warmth, causes my head to tilt back, eyes squeezing shut as a growl tears from my throat.
I bury my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently, my body shuddering each time she slides her tongue along my shaft. The slow, purposeful way she moves sends white-hot shivers along every nerve. Her fingers grip my thighs for leverage, and I fight the urge to thrust harder, deeper.
She moves perfectly in tune with each ragged breath I take, and the tightness in my core coils. If I let her continue, I’ll lose it too soon.
Groaning, I push her back gently, lifting her chin. Her lips are swollen, her eyes gleaming with mischief, a small smirk on her face.
“You taste better than I imagined,” she says.
I laugh, hauling her to her feet. “You’ll kill me like that, woman.”
She smiles wide, but it fades when I crash my mouth onto hers, desperation fueling me. She kisses me back with equal hunger, her hands roaming up my chest to my shoulders, then around my neck.
I guide her backward until the edge of the desk presses against her hips. I peel her blouse from her body, tossing it aside. She’s wearing a sexy, silky bra underneath, the sight of which nearly robs me of breath.
I slide my palm over her covered breast, feeling the taut peak beneath the fabric. She gasps, arching into my touch. “Dante,” she whispers.
I reach behind with my other hand, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. She’s so damn perfect. I dip my head and brush my mouth across her collarbone, trailing kisses down to her chest. She tangles her fingers in my hair, a shuddering moan escaping her lips as I taste her skin.
I can’t resist slipping a hand between her thighs. The slick warmth I find there sparks an uncontrollable wave of need.
Her head falls back in pleasure, another soft moan filling the quiet.
“I need you,” she breathes.
I respond by cupping her more firmly, stroking until she whimpers, her hips grinding against my hand. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can tell she’s at the edge already, the tension radiating off her in waves.
She stands half-naked, trembling. I wrap an arm around her waist and turn her gently, pressing her forward so she’s braced against the desk. She looks over her shoulder, eyes aflame with desire and mischief.
“I’m not fragile, you know,” she murmurs, pressing her ass against me enticingly.
“Good,” I say, “because I’m not going to be gentle.”
She raises a brow and we share a knowing smile before I tug her panties to the side and plunge into her with one swift thrust. She cries out in half-surprise, half-pleasure. The feeling of her enveloping me is almost too much, a nearly unbearable tightness that steals the breath from my lungs.
Her hands grip the edge of the desk as I hold her hips, setting an insistent rhythm. Each thrust sends jolts of bliss up my spine. I growl as I watch her, watch the way her body responds to my cock vanishing deep inside.
She’s panting and gasping my name. I reach around her body and find her swollen clit, stroking it in time with our rhythm. Her entire body shudders, and I know she’s close.
“Let go,” I murmur, leaning in to press hot kisses to her shoulder. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
Her reply is a long, husky moan. Within seconds, she stiffens, a sharp cry breaking from her lips as her pussy spasms around me. The sensation nearly blinds me, the tight pulsing around my length pushing me dangerously close to the brink.
But I’m not done. I slow my movements, letting her ride out the wave, then gently guide her around to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing ragged. Our eyes lock as I lift her onto the desk.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and our bodies become one again. This angle is more intimate; being face-to-face allows me to watch the flickers of emotion cross her features. She clings to me, nails raking lightly down my back, fueling the raw lust pounding in my veins.
I start slow, drawing out every sensation. She moans, lips parting in a silent plea for more. I claim her mouth again, tangling my tongue with hers as I thrust deeper, each stroke sending pleasure through my body.
She breaks the kiss, tilting her head back on a gasp. “Dante. Oh god—”
“Look at me,” I order, voice taut with hunger and need.
She forces her eyes open, meeting my gaze. I see a flash of vulnerability, and it ignites a fierce possessiveness inside me.
I press my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling. My pace quickens, every thrust drawing a whimper from her. When I lower my hand between us, circling that tight bundle of nerves, she shatters again. Her cries echo in my ears, her body gripping me like a vice.
The feel of her climax tears away my last thread of control. With a low groan, I let go, burying myself deep as I pulse inside her. My vision whites out for a moment, raw pleasure rippling through me in waves I can’t contain.
We collapse, damp skin pressed together, hearts galloping in tandem. For a long minute we stay that way, just breathing, basking in the afterglow.
I gently ease out of her, pressing my forehead to hers once again. She closes her eyes, a trembling sigh leaving her lips.
“Wow,” she whispers, a note of awe in her voice that makes me grin.
I help her off the desk and we fumble for our clothes, sharing hushed laughter as we try to fix ourselves into something resembling professional attire. My shirt is wrinkled beyond saving and her hair is wild, but we do our best.
Eventually, we slump onto the small couch and sit side by side. I wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she leans her head on my chest.
For a while, we just lounge on the sofa, letting the adrenaline fade. But within a few minutes, my mind starts spinning again. The more time I spend with Eva, the more I wonder about her. There’s a guarded edge to her, hinting at buried wounds from a past she doesn’t share.
“Eva,” I say quietly. “Are you ever going to tell me more about yourself?”
She stiffens but doesn’t move away. “Why does it matter?”
“Because I want to know you. And not just the brilliant tech genius or the woman who lights me on fire. I want to know all of you.”
Her silence stretches. I consider pressing, but I can sense this is a fragile subject. “I don’t like to talk about my past,” she says at last, voice subdued. “It’s complicated.”
“You’ve said that before.”
She draws a shaky breath. “If I told you who I really am and what shaped me, it could put me at risk.” A shaky laugh escapes. “Or put you at risk. Hard to say.”
I tighten my arm around her. “I handle risk for a living.”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, glancing at me with faint amusement. “I know.”
We fall into silence again, my fingers absently stroking her arm while my mind races with questions. She’s not an open book, that’s for sure, but something about her draws me in deeper than I ever intended. It’s not just the explosive physical chemistry, either.
It goes way beyond that.
I realize with a start that I’m falling for this woman. A woman who should be off-limits, given our history and my role. A woman who’s so clearly complicated that she refuses to share anything about her past.
Yet here we are, entangled on a couch in my corporate office, her warmth pressed against me, her heartbeat gradually slowing into a steady rhythm beneath my hand. She’s quiet but doesn’t pull away, clearly lost in her own thoughts.
“Eva,” I say eventually, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Whatever you’re hiding, whatever you think might scare me off, trust me, I’m not a man who scares easily.”
She lets out a soft snort, lifting her head to peer at me. “Well, you are a big bad mob boss. Right?”
I smirk. “Something like that.”
She sits up, fingers fiddling with the collar of her blouse. “We should, um, get ourselves together. We don’t want anyone to suspect anything.”
Her cheeks bloom pink, and I grin, brushing her hair aside to plant a swift kiss on her lips. “All right,” I agree. “But this conversation isn’t over. I’m a stubborn man.”
She sighs. “You always get what you want, eh?”
I retrieve my tie from where it fell. “Usually. But I won’t force it out of you, Eva. You can tell me when, and if, you’re ready.”
Her shoulders relax slightly, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Thank you.”
As I watch her, an odd warmth spreads through my chest. I never intended on catching feelings, but it’s too late to pretend I don’t care about her. Every moment spent with her draws me further into her orbit. I’m enthralled by the vulnerability, sharp wit, and unwavering independence she embodies.
“So,” she says quietly. “We’re keeping this a secret, right?”
I step forward, capturing her chin between my fingers. “For now. But one day, I might want more than stolen moments.”
Her breath catches and she nods. “One day.”
I let my hand drop, stepping back. We share a lingering look, a silent agreement that what just happened will remain behind locked doors. For now.
Without another word, she turns and heads toward the door. I watch her until she slips out into the hallway, leaving me alone in the quiet of my office.
With a long sigh, I rake a hand through my hair.
This woman is going to be my undoing.
