But her lips declared, “That is not gonna happen.”

Then she cried out when he made it happen, lifting her clean out of her seat with one arm, twisting, using his other arm to sweep off whatever was on her desk and planting her ass-first on it.

He leaned in, taking her to her back, and she helped out by breathing, “High,” which meant her mouth was open when he kissed her.

She didn’t fight this time. She didn’t twist away. She didn’t push at him.

She accepted his tongue with a moan.

She’d been fighting the feeling.

And she’d lost.

Fuck yeah.

He ran a hand from her knee up, taking her skirt with it, then feeling his dick throb when he encountered the lace top of a thigh-high.

Feeling that, he knew it was time to quit fucking around.

So he did.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he watched as her eyelids lowered and a puff of breath escaped her lips when he used both hands to yank up her skirt.

She immediately locked on to his hips with both thighs.

She wanted this.

Panting for it.

Literally.

He twisted to see her leg in her thigh-high clasped against his jeans at his hip and the sight was such a turn-on, he had to fight against grinding his hard crotch between her legs.

Fuck, now he had to fuck her more than he’d had to fuck her.

Immediately.

He plunged a hand in, pushing aside the gusset of her panties.

The soaked gusset of her panties.

And Millie needed to be fucked.

Immediately.

“High,” she whispered, that throbbing through his dick, too, as she rubbed her wet pussy against his hand and started shoving up his shirt with her fingers.

“You want it?” he asked, toying with her wet as he went after his belt and fly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Hard?”

“Yes. Hurry.”

To give her something, he started finger-fucking her.

She pressed into his fingers and arched her neck even as she begged. “Your cock, baby. Hurry.”

He pulled his cock free, slid his fingers from her wet, held her panties aside, positioned, and drove deep.

Christ.

Magnificent.

Her fingers curled into his shirt under his jacket, yanked up uncontrollably, then she set her nails into the flesh of his back and dragged down.

High grunted against the gratification of that as he thrust into her sleek, feeling her knees come up so he could drive deeper and she could get more.

When she got it, she raked her nails back up and that felt so fucking phenomenal, he groaned, burying himself to the root and grinding.

When he didn’t stop and go back to fucking her, she righted her head and begged, “Move.”

He wanted more of that wet.

But there was another score he was after.

“You gonna give it all?” he asked.

No hesitation. “Yes, High.”

“Gonna take it, baby,” he warned.

“Okay,” she whispered.

He kept grinding. “Gonna play with this body.”

Her breaths started coming hard as she shifted her hips to try to rub up and down his cock and her nails dug into his back.

“No rules, Millie.”

“No rules,” she gasped, desperate, swinging her calves in, trying to find purchase.

He had her.

And he totally fucking didn’t.

“Am I even here?” he sneered. “Or am I just dick?”

And again, like last night, thinking he had her before she’d turned the tables on him, she did it again.

She opened her eyes, stared fixed into his, and replied, “You’re always here, Logan. Even when you were gone. But since you’re here and you got what you wanted,” she lifted her head, putting her lips to his and scoring his back with her nails as she finished, “stop fucking around and take it.”

Powerless to do anything else, he thrust his tongue in her mouth and took it.

It didn’t take her long to give it all.

When she did, he let go and gave it all.

He was nibbling her lips and using her pussy to milk his cock after they’d both found it when she drew her hands out of his shirt and unclasped her legs from around his back.

He lifted his head and stared down at her.

In her pretty brown eyes, sex and fear.

Fuck yeah, he got what he was after. All of it.

He didn’t smile, even if he wanted to.

She moved her gaze to his ear, mumbling, “I have to go.”

He pulled out and shoved a hand between them. He shifted her panties back in place, then tucked his dick in his jeans before he pulled her up and set her on her feet, pinning her to the desk so she had it and him to support her. He kept her there, her eyes to his shoulder, one of her hands to the desk behind her, not touching him, as he did up his jeans and she used her other hand to yank down her skirt.

She was closing down but it didn’t matter.

He got what he wanted.

“No rules, Millie,” he reiterated, like a warning.

“I need to clean up,” she told his shoulder.

He lifted a fist to her jaw and gently forced her eyes to him.

“No rules,” he stated.

“I got that, High,” she replied, a thread of defeat in her tone that, fuck it all, he did not like.

“You can end this, you give it up,” he reminded her. “Tell me what the fuck you want so I can say no and we both can move on.”

Determination stole into her gaze as she replied, “You don’t get this but I don’t want anything. And this will end, High, when I finally convince you of that.”

He dipped closer. “Got my hand between your legs, you were soaked for me, Millie.”

“Is that a surprise?” she returned.

“For a woman who wants nothin’ from me, yeah,” he answered.

She scored another hit when she whispered, “You’re beautiful.”

Jesus.

She did not just say that like she meant it.

He stared down at her, the words still ringing in his ears.

Fuck him, she did.

“Mill—” he started to growl.

She cut him off, her tone stronger, “And you’re good at it. You were always good at it. So again, is that a surprise?”

“You want me gone, you’re not gonna pant and beg for it,” he informed her.

“I want you gone but if you’re gonna give it until I can get you gone, it’s that good, I’m gonna take it,” she stated, and finally touched him only to lift a hand, put it to his chest, and put pressure on. “Now, move back. I’m already late. I don’t need to be later.”

Sensing he was going to get nothing more out of this, but having gotten what he wanted anyway, High stepped back.

She quickly moved away from him, toward a door he saw led to a bathroom.

He watched her do it, eyes to her ass, and doing that he decided he was going to go for more and he didn’t care how late she was.

So he told her back, “It wasn’t lost on you, what you did to me.”

She turned and he saw her cheeks still flushed from sex, but the rest of her face was pale and her eyes were guarded.

“ ’Preciate the orgasms, Millie,” he continued. “But cannot get a lock on how any woman could do that to a man, and no matter it’s ten days or twenty years, come back for more. Release me. Tell me your fuckin’ game. If it isn’t as twisted as the last one, you need to get off, I’ll give that to you until I find better.”

The guard went down as anger flashed. “Well, thanks, High. What a sweet offer.”

He lost patience. “Millie, ain’t dickin’ around.”

Then he braced when her expression changed again. It was fast, the suffering that slashed through it before she hid it. But it didn’t leave her and he knew it because it colored her tone.

“You’re released.”

He searched her expression.

Fuck, she meant that.

He felt his shoulders constrict.

“Just like that?” he asked.

“I made a mistake,” she said quietly. “A big one, as it turned out. But it’s been made. There’s no rectifying it.”

“The mistake?” he pushed.

“Coming to see you,” she told him.

Jesus, were they getting somewhere?