Chapter 102: Hazard Pay ***
The cold, polished wood bit into her bare thighs, making her shiver, but the heat radiating off Ryan’s body pinned her in place.
He stepped between her spread legs. He didn’t bother with a slow, teasing build-up.
The brutal, ticking clock of the midnight raid demanded absolute, unfiltered release.
He lined up the slick, heavy head of his cock against her wet core.
"Hold on," he commanded.
He drove his hips forward, burying himself inside her in one ruthless, unbroken thrust.
Sophie screamed.
The sound ripped out of her throat ‐ loud, sharp, and totally unfiltered.
Ryan’s hand shot up instantly, clamping hard over her mouth.
Her scream died against his palm, turning into a frantic, muffled vibration that shuddered through his wrist.
"Quiet," Ryan hissed, his chest heaving as he stared down into her wide, blown-out eyes.
He held himself buried to the hilt, the slick, burning heat of her walls clamping around him like a vice. "The glass is frosted, not soundproof. Unless you want the rest of the team to hear exactly how tight you are, you keep your mouth shut."
Ryan lied, it was soundproof.
Sophie nodded frantically against his hand, her chest rising and falling in jagged bursts.
Her fingers dug into the heavy walnut edge of the desk, her knuckles turning bone-white.
Ryan slowly pulled his hand away, letting his thumb drag across her swollen, saliva-slicked bottom lip.
He began to move.
He pulled back, exposing the slick, gleaming length of his shaft, and slammed back in. The wet, heavy slap of his hips against her ass echoed like a gunshot in the sterile office.
Sophie bit her lip so hard the flesh turned white. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling up toward the exposed ductwork on the ceiling.
"Fuck," she whimpered, the word barely a breath.
"Quiet," Ryan growled, picking up the pace.
He established a punishing, relentless rhythm. Every thrust drove her backward across the polished wood.
The heavy desk groaned faintly under the shifting weight, the sound merging with the slick, obscene friction of their bodies.
The contrast was intoxicating.
He was standing in a multi-million-dollar corporate fortress, dressed in a bespoke suit, hammering into his lead designer while a team of engineers worked on the other side of a sheet of frosted glass.
The sheer, suffocating risk of the scenario acted like a mainline shot of adrenaline.
Ryan reached up, his hands catching the lapels of her silk blouse. He gripped the fragile fabric and ripped it open.
The buttons popped, scattering across the dark charcoal carpet like hail.
Sophie gasped, her chest heaving, her heavy, bare breasts spilling out into the cool air.
The rapid, bruising impact of his hips made her flesh bounce and sway, her nipples tight and flushed dark pink.
Ryan leaned over her, caging her against the desk. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue lashing roughly over the sensitive peak before he sucked hard.
A ragged, desperate sob broke past Sophie’s lips. She couldn’t hold it back.
Her hands flew into his hair, gripping tight, her hips bucking up to meet his downward thrusts.
"Ryan," she choked out, her voice a broken, trembling mess. She tried to keep the volume down, but the pleasure was ripping her apart from the inside out. "I can’t—it’s too deep—"
"You can," he rasped against her wet skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "Take every inch."
He slipped his hands beneath her, gripping the soft, heavy curves of her ass. He lifted her hips entirely off the wood, changing the angle.
The shift bypassed her natural barriers, driving him impossibly deep, hitting the exact, swollen bundle of nerves hidden inside her.
Sophie’s entire body locked rigid.
Her legs wrapped violently around his waist, her ankles crossing and locking behind his spine to anchor herself to the impact.
Her nails carved stinging half-moons into the muscles of his back through the thin fabric of his dress shirt.
The heat inside the frosted office was suffocating. The scent of her vanilla perfume mixed with the heavy, musky smell of sex and sweat.
Ryan’s vision narrowed to the slick, flush connection of their bodies. The pressure coiled at the base of his spine, thick and heavy, compounding with every vicious, perfect stroke.
"You feel so good," Ryan grunted, his breathing coming in harsh, tearing rasps.
He ground his pelvis flush against hers, crushing her clit between their bodies on every downstroke. "So fucking wet."
"You make me like that," Sophie babbled, entirely delirious, her head tossing side to side on the polished wood. "Boss—"
The dirty, unrestrained submission shattered the last of his control.
He hammered into her with everything he had, his hips a blur of violent, snapping motion.
Sophie’s walls fluttered, clamping down around his cock in a series of rapid, crushing spasms.
She came first. A massive, silent climax that bowed her spine completely off the desk. She bit down hard on the sleeve of her own torn blouse, stifling her scream as her body shook uncontrollably.
The milking, agonizingly tight pressure dragged Ryan straight over the edge.
He buried himself to the hilt, a low, guttural groan tearing out of his chest, and erupted.
He flooded her in thick, heavy, burning pulses, holding her tight against the wood while the orgasm wracked his entire frame.
He didn’t pull out.
He collapsed forward, his forearms bracing on the desk on either side of her head. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving against hers, their sweat-slicked bodies completely entangled.
The quiet of the frosted office slowly filtered back into his ears, breaking through the white noise of the climax.
Sophie was panting softly, her fingers tracing against the back of his neck.
Her pencil skirt was bunched up to her ribs, her blouse ruined, her makeup smeared. She looked utterly, beautifully destroyed.
Ryan slowly lifted his head, his breathing steadying. He pressed a long, deep kiss against her swollen lips.
"Incredible," he murmured, his voice still rough.
Sophie offered a lazy, heavy-lidded smile. "You’re going to owe me a new shirt."
Before Ryan could answer, a sharp, electronic BEEP echoed through the room.
The heavy lock on the glass door clicked loudly. The handle turned.