“This is utter bullshit!”
He barged into her office, slamming the door behind him as he unceremoniously dropped the manuscript on her desk. It was covered in red ink, comments scrawled off to the side in her impeccable handwriting.
She leaned back in her chair, taking off her glases slowly as she placed them on her desk. The red pen rested behind her ear, holding back a stray piece of hair that threatened to come loose.
“I’m sorry?”
He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk as he pinned her with his angry glare.
“This. Is. Utter. Bullshit.”
“I heard you the first time. May I ask why you think this is ‘utter bullshit’?”
He could hear the bemusement, and it only incensed him further.
“You said my sex scenes were mechanical!”
“That’s what you got from all of my edits?”
“I’ll ignore the ‘formulaic’ comment for now-”
“Formulaic? I guessed who the killer was within the first three chapters.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. He ignored her and plowed forward, absolutely furious.
“Because I know my sex scene is enough to make any woman flush with desire.”
She simply raised an eyebrow, regarding him with condesending amusement.
“Really? Because I wasn’t swooning. I was bored. There was no passion, no desperation… nothing. These two are giving into the sexual tension that you’ve been building through the ¾ths of the book- which is probably the only thing you’ve built up well. That sex scene was a disappointment.”
“Did you even read it?”
He saw a brief flash of indignation at the insinuation that she hadn’t read it through fully.
He knew she had, given her nitpicky, very specific comments that he would be spending hours fixing- but he was too mad to care.
Silently, she picked up his manuscript, standing up as she fumbled through the pages to find page 169.
“Mason took her face in his hands, kissing her. Adrienne melted into his kiss, and they continued to kiss as he lifted her onto his desk.”
She glanced up at him, her face impassive and her voice monotone. He met her gaze steadily, and she dropped her eyes, continuing to read.
“She opened her mouth underneath his gentle coaxing, allowing him in. Their tongues tangled and he kissed his way down the long column of her neck, making her moan.”
“You could sound a little more… turned on.”
“I have to be turned on to sound turned on.”
“Plenty of women would find that hot.”
“It’s… boring.”
He looked at her disbelievingly, taking a step closer to her. His eyes pinned her to her spot, dark and angry. She immediately took a step back, her hand coming to rest on her immaculate desk as she stumbled slightly.
“Boring? You would know everything about hot, dirty sex, wouldn’t you?”
She straightened up almost immediately at his mocking tone, her face flushed as she took a step towards him, putting them toe to toe. With her heels, she was barely at his chin, her gaze lifted defiantly to meet his.
Her voice was steely, forcing out the words through gritted teeth.
“My sex life has nothing to do with my professional life.”
He tilted his head slightly, an amused, taunting smirk on his face as he pushed her further up against the desk.
“If you think that is boring, I’d like you to tell me what you think is… what was it you said? Desperate?”
“Primal. I want you to make me feel the ripping of the clothes, the raking of the nails, the rough kisses, and the hard, deep thrusts-”
Her voice was husky, tinged with desire as she looked up at him through hooded eyes, her lips parting slightly as she leaned up towards him.
“Make me fantasize about having him do that to me.”
Her seductive drawl broke the last strands of self control, and he slammed his lips down on hers, taking them in a desperate kiss. He felt her melt in his arms as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers with unrestrained passion.
Her hands clutched at the collar of his shirt, fisting as she tugged him closer. He lifted her onto the desk, stepping between her parted legs as his hands pushed up her skirt, warm against her bare skin.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Her breathless moan was his undoing, and he bit down lightly on her pulse point, soothing the hot, wet skin with a stream of cool air.
He dipped his head to take her breast in his mouth, suckling through her shirt. The thin, cotton bra did nothing to mask the rapidly budding peak, and he glanced up to see her eyes closed, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to keep the sounds of pleasure in.
He pushed up her skirt, the flimsy lingerie tearing easily. His fingers thrust in, and she threw her head back, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the table. He circled her throbbing nub, making her writhe underneath him.
He pulled his fingers out of her as she tugged off his belt. He groaned when she dragged her fingers lightly along the length of him, kicking off his pants and boxers and quickly sliding on a condom.
He thrust in hard, sending the desk sliding against the tiled floors. Her cry of pleasure echoed in the empty room, the desk creaking as he pounded into her. Her nails raked down his back, a moan spilling from her parted lips with every thrust.
His hands wrapped her legs around his waist, and she swore thickly as he hit a new spot. She could feel the grain of the wood against her hot skin as she slid against the desk with his uncontrolled, desperate movements, slamming into her with force.
He pulled out just as she felt herself spiralling over the peak, until he was barely inside her. She arched her hips, trying to get the friction to give herself the release she craved.
“Is this… primal enough for you?”
His lips hovered above hers, and he brushed them against hers in a teasing touch. She lifted her hips forward, cursing profusely as he moved out of her reach.
“Arnav!”
His name came out as a pleading moan, begging him to give her what she wanted.
“Tell me Khushi, did I make your fantasies come true?”
She seemed to struggle with her pride, not wanting to give the battle. He trailed a finger down her cleavage, brushing over the aching tips.
“Tell me.”
She turned clouded hazel eyes to him, tugging him down to press a searing kiss to his lips, wordlessly giving him her answer. Groaning, he thrust into her fully. She met him stroke for stroke, moaning his name as her muscles clenched around him.
He tugged her skirt back down, placing a hot kiss on the side of her neck. She slid off the table, handing him the manuscript with a slight smile.
“If you can put that in your writing… then I may not use my red pen on the sex next time.”
“May?”
“You’ll have to convince me… further if you really want me to throw that pen away.”
He tugged her into him, murmurring softly in her ears.
“Throw away all your red pens, Khushi. I don’t think I’ll have any problems convicing you.”
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Note: It’s been a while, and I spent all of yesterday writing a dry essay… so I figured it was time to let loose a little, writing wise 😉
Behind the Dori 