Chapter 82 - 0082: Fuck Your Reputation

Chapter 82: Chapter 0082: Fuck Your Reputation

Elena’s Point Of View

Jaxx didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slowly pushed himself up from my chair, his towering, imposing frame rising to its full, intimidating height. He moved around the glass desk toward me with slow, calculated, panther-like steps, completely unbothered by my outrage, as though my anger were simply another performance he found entertaining.

"You left my text on read this morning," he murmured, his voice dipping into a dangerous register. "That was extremely rude, Elena."

"What the hell, how did you even know where I worked?" I demanded, my hands trembling as I clutched my car keys so hard they bit into my palm. My heart was slamming against my throat, terrified that someone would walk in, terrified of what he was going to do, and terrified that I wanted him to do it.

He stopped just two feet away from me, his presence completely dwarfing the space, shutting out all the air in the room.

"You’re a high-profile woman, Bambina," he drawled, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. "Takes one phone call to a crooked associate to find out which sleek glass tower has your pretty name on the door."

"Get out," I rasped, lifting my chin, trying desperately to project the strength of a CEO. "Get out right now, Jaxx, before I hit the silent alarm under my desk and have security throw you onto the pavement."

"You don’t mean a single word of that," he purred softly.

He took one final step, closing the remaining distance between us until his towering chest was almost touching mine. The sheer heat radiating off his body was overwhelming, wrapping around me like a physical blanket.

"I’ve been sitting in my car for hours thinking about you," he whispered, his dark eyes dropping to my lips. "Thinking about your sweet mouth. Thinking about how soft your thighs felt. Thinking about the shameless way you trembled around my fingers in the car and your sweet voice on the phone last night."

My pulse stammered violently, heat rushing straight to my face and pooling thick between my legs. "That, last night was a mistake. A massive, horrifying mistake because I was distraught - "

"It was the sweetest fucking mistake I’ve ever tasted," he interrupted smoothly.

Before I could process his movement, Jaxx reached out and grabbed my waist. His massive, calloused hand locked around my side like an iron vice, yanking my body forward until my stomach slammed flush against his hard hips.

"Ah!" A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my hands flew up instinctively, pressing flat against his broad chest to keep some semblance of distance. "Jaxx! Stop! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Taking what’s mine," he growled softly, his grip tightening on my waist, refusing to yield even a single inch.

"Someone could walk in at any second!" I panicked, my eyes darting frantically toward the frosted glass panel beside the door. "My staff is right outside that hallway! Clara could come back with reports! Let go of me!"

"Let them walk in," Jaxx murmured, completely unfazed by my terror. He used his free hand to catch my chin, his thumb pressing firmly into my jawline, tilting my face up to force my eyes to meet his dark, possessive gaze. "Let your little workers see who really owns you. Let your pathetic husband hear about it."

"You’re insane," I breathed, my chest heaving against his palms, the physical contrast between his towering, raw aggression and my tailored, refined clothes making my blood run dangerously hot. "You are a complete, unhinged madman."

"Remember when I told you I was addicted to you, Bambina?" Jaxx murmured, leaning down until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth away from mine, his warm tobacco-laced breath brushing against my mouth.

I swallowed hard, my brain completely short-circuiting as the memory of his heavy voice from last night flooded my head: Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

"And remember what I promised you last night on the phone?" he added, his dark eyes flashing with pure, dangerous mischief. "I told you I’d make you pay for ignoring me."

"I didn’t ignore..."

Before I could finish the sentence, Jaxx’s mouth crashed violently down on mine.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a hungry, demanding, ruthless possession that instantly obliterated every lingering thought of Graham, my job, and my dignity. I let out a muffled whimper against his lips, my fingers automatically digging into the fabric of his black shirt, intending to push him away, but my hands betrayed me, clenching tight into the cotton instead, pulling him closer.

His tongue parted my lips with practiced ease, slick and hot, drinking me in as his hand slid down from my waist, wrapping around the curve of my hip. He lifted me slightly, hoisting me right onto the edge of my high-gloss executive desk, pushing my legs apart with his knee so he could fit firmly between them.

"Jaxx, please," I gasped out when he finally pulled his mouth back an inch, my chest rising and falling in desperate, breathless hitches.

"Please what, Bambina?" he teased against my neck, his lips tracing a burning path down my jawline to the sensitive skin right below my ear, biting gently until I let out a breathless moan. "Please stop? Or please don’t let go?"

"I... I didn’t even know you were coming here," I whimpered, my hands sliding up to his broad shoulders, my body completely giving in to the overwhelming friction of his weight pressed against me. "Oh God, Jaxx, if anyone sees us like this, my reputation, my entire career is over..."

"Fuck your reputation," he growled dark against my skin.

His hand slid beneath the hem of my black tailored trousers, his long, warm fingers trailing up the silk of my thigh until he reached the delicate edge of my lace underwear. He paused there, his thumb rubbing a slow, devastating circle right over my swollen center through the wet fabric.

He let out a low, dark laugh against my collarbone. "You’re already soaking wet for me, Elena. Did you wear these lace panties just for me today, hmm? Were you sitting in your car thinking about my voice while you drove here?"

"No!" I gasped out, my hips arching traitorously into his hand as a sharp spike of pleasure shot up my spine. "I didn’t... ah!"

In one swift, ruthless movement, Jaxx hooked two fingers into the lace waistband and yanked my panties down my thighs, tearing the delicate silk slightly as he exposed my bare, heated flesh to the cool air of my office.

"Jaxx!" I cried out softly, grabbing his wrists in pure panic. "Stop! Someone is..."

"Shhh, Bambina," he murmured, his tone shifting into that velvety, absolute command that made my knees go weak.

He lifted me slightly off the edge of the desk, pulling me further out until my bare bottom rested on the smooth glass, and then, without a single second of hesitation, Jaxx dropped to his knees right between my wide-spread legs.

My eyes flew wide open in pure, unadulterated shock. "Jaxx, no! Not on the floor, not here..."

Before I could pull back, his large hands locked around my thighs like steel cuffs, pinning my legs open, and his hot, wet tongue swept directly over my aching clit in one long, devastating stroke.

A loud, strangled scream caught right in the back of my throat. My hands slammed flat against the glass surface of my desk as my back arched off the wood, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edges for dear life.

He ate me out with a ruthless, greedy intensity, his tongue flicking, swirling, and pressing deep until my entire body was violently shaking, completely at his mercy.

"Oh God, Jaxx, Jaxx!" I whimpered, my head tossing back, my eyes rolling into my head as the wave of an agonizingly intense orgasm began to crest in my lower belly.

And then... Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sharp, heavy sound of knuckles striking the thick wooden door of my office shattered the air like a thunderclap.

My heart instantly stopped dead in my chest. Blood drained completely from my face. I froze, my entire body locking up in sheer, paralyzing horror.

Jaxx stopped mid-stroke, his mouth hovering just a fraction of an inch off my dripping core. He slowly lifted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with absolute, wicked amusement as he looked up at my terrified face.

"Elena? Are you in there?" Clara’s cheerful, clear voice echoed from the other side of the door. "The planning team just finished the event calendar. Can two of the directors step in to show you the physical boards real quick?"

I looked down at Jaxx in absolute, silent horror, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, unable to form a single coherent word. My panties were down around my knees, my skirt was pushed up to my waist, and a dangerous criminal was kneeling between my bare thighs.

Jaxx offered me a slow, dangerous wink.

Before I could scream, he leaned up, caught my chin, and whispered dark against my trembling lips, "Act normal, Bambina. Or I’ll make you scream right through that door."

Without waiting for an answer, Jaxx ducked effortlessly beneath the wide expanse of my executive desk, sliding into the dark knee-hole right beneath my legs.

"Come in!" I croaked out, my voice coming out way too high, utterly unnatural and breathless.

Panic surging through every vein, I frantically reached down, tugged my black trousers back up over my hips, smoothing the cream silk of my blouse with wildly shaking hands as I dragged my chair forward, jamming Jaxx further under the deep mahogany shadow of the desk.

Thank God the front and sides of the custom desk were solid, dark wood, obscuring everything below the waist.

The heavy door pushed open, and two senior members of the planning team walked in, holding large presentation boards, Clara trailing right behind them.

"Sorry to disturb you, Miss Elena," one of the directors said brightly, stepping toward the center of the rug. "We just wanted to quickly run through the final layout before the noon press release."

"Of course," I managed to say, pasting a tight, rigid, professional smile onto my face while clutching the edge of my glass desk like a drowning woman holding onto a lifeline, praying to every god listening that Jaxx would keep still.