A One Year Stand ( + 18 )
I reached over to open the door when his hand grabbed mine and he spun me around, pressing me against the door with his whole body. I could feel how hard he was against me.
His chest I mean.
I felt my breathing hitch and I lifted my eyes to meet his nervously.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice nervous. He licked his bottom lip and pressed against me even harder. He parted my thighs easily with his knee and a hand found my back forcing me to arch into him.
"How long will you be defending me, max?" He asked, as I did my best to glare up at him. Something about this guy was keeping me from calling for help although he really did have me pushed up against my own door in my own office making my knees shake.
"A-a year max." I said, and he smirked down at me. The innocence I didn't know he held gone. "Get the fuck off of me or I'll scream."
"You won't do that." He said, calmly, moving his hips slightly against me. I gasped at the motion and then cursed the blush speeding across my face.
"Why won't I?"
"Because I pay well. And I know you need the money."
"What would I need that money for?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
"H-how did you?"
"I have ways Xiama. One of those ways is to see who'll be defending me and to know everything about her. And don't tell me to get the fuck off because all I've heard is fuck and you don't want me to get the wrong idea."