“Say it again,” Brick ordered.

He looked so powerful sitting there, with his long legs spreading her own wider. His thick, veined arousal waiting for attention. His eyes on her. The boss. The dominant.

Both his strength and need bottomless.

“I said you could ask me to stay,” she said, her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Do you want to stay here with me?” The intensity of his stare made her skin burn.

She took a shaky breath. “I have to fix things for Camille first. But after…if everything is okay…” If she survived… “I know we haven’t really talked about after. But I want to be here. With you.”

His face was unreadable, almost as if it had turned to stone.

“Unless that’s not something you want,” she faltered.

He shook his head slowly and then lowered his face to her lap. “You’re a fucking dream come true.”

“Dream or nightmare?” Remi asked.

“Both.” He hooked his finger through the crotch of her saturated underwear and tugged.

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

“Yeah. I do. Hold the fuck on to me.”

She only had enough time to put her hands on his shoulders as he yanked her off the edge of the desk, down onto his shaft.

He filled her so deeply, stretched her so far with her legs spread wide over the thin metal arms of the chair, she almost came apart right then and there. The angle had him going so deep she couldn’t catch her breath.

Her head spun as he held her there, impaled and immobile, legs dangling. She could feel the blood pulsing in his shaft.

“Breathe, baby. Deep, slow breaths. Let me in.”

“I-I can barely take you like this,” she whispered. Something was happening inside her. Like storm clouds gathering. There was pain with the fullness. Little lightning slivers of it. But there was also something else roiling to the surface. Something unsurvivable. Something beautiful.

She watched in fascination as the last inch of him eased into her body.

He groaned and yanked the top of her dress down, leaning forward to lap at her breast. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking tight.”

She squeaked out a breath and another one. Every time she inhaled, she felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Every swollen inch, every vein, every throb of his cock felt like it belonged to her.

“When you’re ready, you’re going to rock for me, and we’re both going to come again,” he told her, shifting his attention to her other breast. Her nipple felt cool and wet from his mouth.

“Okay,” she whispered. She gave a testing squeeze of her inner muscles, and he moaned against her breast like a man starved for release.

“So fucking tight, Remi.”

“It’s starting to feel good,” she confessed. Really good.

“I know. I can feel all those greedy little muscles in your pretty cunt shaking with how much they want this, how much they need me to move. Are you ready to move, baby doll?”