Whatever James wants

I arched back into him, shameless now. "Both." The word tore from me, raw as the scrape of his belt buckle against my tailbone. "Everywhere you've thought about—"

James groaned like I'd punched him, withdrawing his finger with a filthy pop. His palm smacked my bare ass—once, sharp enough to sting—before he dragged the lace thong down my thighs until i stepped out of it. The cool office air hit my damp skin, raising goosebumps as he kicked my feet wider apart. His grip on my hipbone turned bruising as he aligned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Look," he commanded, forcing my chin up toward the window's reflection. "Watch as i enter you. As i give you what you’ve been silently begging me for all this time… but only once you ask nicely for it."

His tip breached me with slow precision—just the swollen head, stretching me obscenely—before stopping. My breath came in ragged gasps, fogging the glass as he held himself there, letting me feel every millimeter. "Ask," he murmured, lips trailing down my neck. When i hesitated, he withdrew completely, leaving me clenching around air. His chuckle ghosted across my shoulder. "Not so confident now, are we?"

The edge in his voice—that hint of steel beneath the arousal—sent fresh heat pooling low. I bit my lip, watching our reflection warp as his fingers traced my slick folds again, gathering wetness before smearing it along his length. "Please," i whispered, the word tasting foreign. His nostrils flared.

"Please what?" His thumb circled my clit, slow and taunting. The desk lamp caught the sweat beading along his forearm as he pressed forward again—just the tip, barely inside. My hips jerked instinctively, but his grip on me tightened. "Use your words, Felicity." My name in his mouth sounded like a brand.

The reflection showed everything—the way my lips parted around silent pleas, how his cock glistened with my arousal. "Please fuck me," I gasped, arching back against him. The admission ripped something loose in my chest.