Fraud

Gabriel

I’m not sure what’s come over me in the last twenty-four hours, but I can’t be near this woman without wanting to tear all her clothes off.

Hands still gripping her hips, I slant my mouth against hers, my tongue driving past her lips with the same punishing rhythm it did her pussy.

It’s insane, this sudden need, but I’m giving into it because I’m sick and tired of fighting what I want.

Ivy’s hands are soft against my cheeks, her palms sliding up as her fingers dive into my hair. She tugs at it, and a growl rattles up my chest, my fingers squeezing down on her hips harder.

Pulling away from the kiss, she blinks her eyes open. “Shouldn’t we be pla

“Later,” I say, demanding her mouth again, but she flattens a palm against my chest and pulls her head back.

“I don’t recall adding this to the benefits package.”

Another growl, my hand releasing her hip to wrap in her hair. “Don’t fucking deny me, woman.”

I drag her mouth to mine, but she clamps her teeth on my lip, her blue eyes flicking up to tease me.

Gri

She laughs and opens her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers as Ivy’s hands dive between us to untuck my shirt.

My damn phone buzzes beside us.

“Gabe,” Ta

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Ivy pulls my belt loose and unbuttons my pants, her hand sliding down to grip my cock.

Fuck...

“I need to call her, Gabe. One call won’t screw up her bullshit vacation.”

When Ivy’s thumb sweeps over the head of my cock, my head falls back, my voice strangled.

“You can’t call her, and I have to go.”

“But-“

“Damn it, Ta

“Again?”

I hit the button to end the call and drag Ivy to the edge of the desk. She pulls my cock free and guides it to her cunt, my hips thrusting forward as our mouths crash together.

Dragging my mouth to her ear, I breathe out, “We have to make this quick. He’ll call her just to piss me off.”

Ivy wraps her legs around my waist and her arms over my shoulders, our bodies coming together like we were made for each other.

My palm slams down on the surface of the desk while my other hand holds her hip in place. The desk shakes beneath her ass, but I don’t slow down. The fucking thing can fall apart beneath us, and I wouldn’t care because my thirst for this woman can never be satiated.

Lifting my hand, I fist the long length of her blond hair and pull her head back to expose her neck, my mouth ru

And fuck, I fit inside her so perfectly, her pussy molding my cock, the muscles of her cunt gripping me as another orgasm roars through her.

Swallowing the moans that crawl up her throat, I lose the ability to fight a release when Ivy wraps my tie over her hand, yanking me closer, demanding more as our tongues slide together, and her body grips mine.

Pulling out, I come in my hand and thank fuck for the attached bathroom in my office.

After kissing Ivy one more time, my voice is rough against her ear. “We’ll make up for the rush later.”

She laughs, the sound soft and sultry, and it’s a struggle to let her go, but I manage and head in the bathroom to clean up, my hair a disheveled mess when I look in the mirror.

Ivy steps in behind me, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror as she straightens her dress. “Can I have my panties back?

Her lips are red and kiss swollen, her blue eyes hooded and satisfied.

“No. I think I’ll hold onto them. I wasn’t joking about making up for the rush.”

“Jerk,” she says with a grin, her gaze studying my reflection. “Remember when I told you that the casual look is good on you?”

Glancing at her over my shoulder, I arch a brow in question.

“I wasn’t wrong to say it. But this look fits you better. Men look good in suits, Gabe, but you take it to the next level.”

My lips curl into an arrogant smirk, and I wink at her. “Why do you think I wear them all the time?”

Leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, Ivy silently watches me tuck in my shirt and button my pants. Her voice is quiet when she speaks again.

“I need to tell you something.”

Concerned by her tone, I turn as I’m buckling my belt and step over to her to brace an arm on the doorframe above her head.

“Something wrong?”

My fingers tangle softly with the ends of her hair as Ivy opens her mouth to answer, but my fucking phone buzzes again, Ta

“Put your dick away, asshole and get down here. I’m calling Lacey.”

I’m going to actually kill him one of these days. Ta

Pain shoots down my jaw with how hard I clench my teeth. “I need to go deal with that.”

“Go. This can wait.”

I trap her chin with my hand and tilt her face up higher. “Are you sure?”

Ivy nods and steps out of the way for me to move past, her hands crossing over her abdomen as she turns to watch me leave the office.

Looking back at her one more time, I pause before opening the door. She flashes me a soft smile, her eyes meeting mine as she waves me off to go deal with Ta

Something is bothering her, though, and it worries me to see it. “This will only take a second.”

“Go,” she insists.

“I’ll kill Ta

Several sets of eyes look at me in surprise as I turn to storm down the hall leading to Ta

Slamming my hand down on the handle of Ta

“This better be important,” I say, rushing forward, “because if it’s some bullshit like you can’t find a paperclip, I’m going to kick your fucking-“

My foot slips out from under me suddenly, the floor slick as shit when I land with a hard thud on my back and slide sideways into Ta

My teeth slam together and I lift my hands to notice that instead of water, the pitcher was filled with red liquid, my suit now fucking ruined as the red shit soaks into the fabric.

Head rolling over the floor, I stare up at the asshole who hasn’t budged an inch except for the slight tilt at the corner of his mouth.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice absent of actual concern. “Hope that suit wasn’t expensive.”

“There’s no emergency, is there?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“Nope,” he answers, his lips popping on the word.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Ta