Holden's hands grip the back of my thighs and he lifts me up the length of his body before pressing it into mine, wedging it between him and his office door. He holds me there, one hand gripping my ass and the other cupping the back of my neck. He devours me with his kiss. Takes a hold of me so fierce that I know I'll never belong to anyone else. He just...takes me.

The silk of his tie slips over my palms as I grab it to pull him closer. I tip my head up to bring my mouth closer to his. The kiss quickens in pace until I'm unable to so much as pull in my next breath. It's just our lips meeting over and over like we're afraid to stop at all.

But Holden does eventually pull away and I draw in a deep breath, panting just as hard as him. Our eyes remain locked and it's just as intense as the kiss, if not more.

"What was that for?" I whisper.

The hand on the back of my neck tightens. "I didn't need you to handle that phone call for me. I had it. I've always had it because it's always been just me."

Guilt pulls my eyes down. A little embarrassment too. "I'm sorry. I got carried away."

"Sierra." His thumb nudges the underside of my chin and forces my eyes back up. "I'm saying I don't know what it's like for anyone to have my back. That's why I don't need it. But I never knew how much I wanted it until you just did what you did."

"You mean go bat-shit crazy on your parents?" I mutter skeptically.

"Exactly." The barest smile tugs one corner of his mouth up. "Because for the first time ever, someone other than me took control of my situation. It didn't freak me out. There's no panic right now. I'm okay but only because it was you who did it. I didn't need you to do that for me but I think I just realized how much I need you. That's what I'm saying."

The walls around my heart give in like a sinkhole, not a single boundary left. "You do?"

He presses his forehead to mine and my eyes fall shut. All I feel is his breath on my lips when he whispers. "You're insane. A mess. You care too much and you feel too hard. You're everything I'm not."

"I thought you were afraid of that," I whisper back.

"Not anymore. I need you exactly as you are."

My poor, pathetic heart. It's nothing but a pile of goo with absolutely no chance of going back to the way it was, before Holden. Cause of death: extreme swooning.

"And to think you couldn't even apologize to a rock when I first got here." I nip his bottom lip and feel it form a smile against mine. "Most improved award goes to you."

"Yeah?" He chuckles quietly. Both of his hands go to my ass and he pulls me up higher against him. I let out a soft gasp when his length nestles between me, right where I need him. He speaks tauntingly against my lips. "What's my prize?"

My hands slide up the material of his hard-pressed button down and yank his jacket off. "Let's find out."

Then there's no more talking because his mouth is on mine again and he's too busy using it for something else. This time our kiss is more rushed. Urgent. His tongue snakes over mine every time our lips part in a way that leaves me wanting more before it's even gone. My legs tighten around his hips and I push myself up higher in an effort to get as close to his lips as I can. I thread my fingers through his hair and then dig them into his scalp, bunching the strands in my palms. His hair is always neat and in place until I get my hands on it. I can't say I'm sorry.

Holden's hips roll into mine and my back digs deeper into the door behind me. I'm so painfully sore for him, can feel myself pulsing with such feverish need, that the slight friction between our cores tugs a moan out of my mouth before I can stop myself. It startles me and brings me back to reality in one, screeching moment.

"Oh my God," I say when I pull back, slipping a hand over my mouth. Not sure why. My moan is out there now and doing a freaking tap dance of betrayal. "Your employees. They'll know what we're doing if they don't already."

One of his brows goes up. "And?"

"And? It's not cool, genius. They don't need to hear their boss doing the dirty."

"No, they don't. They should be working and minding their damn business."

"Yeah, until my porno noises distract them."

"Then you need to stay quiet." He cups my chin in his hand, thumb extending to brush across my lips. "Or I wrap up this pretty mouth next."

Um, woah. My breath hitches. That's one solution, alright. I don't think I'm opposed to it at all. I nod dutifully and Holden smiles, a barely-there curve of his mouth as his hand lets go of me to reach between us. He keeps his eyes on mine when his hand moves under my dress and his fingers meet the wet cloth of my panties before he tugs them to the side. My mouth parts when his hand brushes my exposed and sensitive skin. He dips one finger inside of me and I have to bite down on my lip to hold back another moan. The slow pumping he tortures me with makes my body quiver.

"Quiet," He reminds me, watching my face tighten with the effort of following his instructions.

The barest whimper slips out of me when his thumb presses on my clit. He nudges the bud around in lazy circles and a light touch but it's still taking me to the brink of orgasm because that's how badly I need him.

"Holden." I clutch his shoulders tightly, rocking my hips and riding his finger. He adds a second one. "I don't need the foreplay. Get inside of me."

He doesn't listen. Instead, his fingers pump in and out of me. "What's my rule?"

My groan is miserable. "Holden."

"Answer me."

Damn. My head falls back against the door. "We don't fuck until I come."

"So if you want me to fuck you," He murmurs and his lips lands on me, kissing a pathway down my neck. My entire body grows warm. "Then come."

He presses his thumb hard on my clit at the same time he curls both of his fingers deep inside of me, squeezing my entire core in his palm. I shatter. That fast.

My head digs in to the door behind me, thrown back, as I lose control of my body. I'm trembling all over and I'm grateful Holden presses his body firmly into mine for stability. I briefly register his hand sliding over my mouth and that's when I realize how loud I'm being. But I don't care. I'm too far gone and this feels too good. Almost to the point of pain. My walls pulse and clench around his fingers and my legs quiver so that I'm barely able to keep them around his hips. Somehow I manage not to fall but I do sag against him when it's finally over, unable to catch my breath.

"I think staying quiet is officially out of the question," Holden murmurs in my ear, amused.

"Whatever." I'm way over being embarrassed when the pulsing has yet to subside between my legs, reminding me of how good I feel. I kiss the spot under his ear and start making my way down. He pulls in a quiet breath. "I'll already be doing the walk of shame back. You might as well fuck me however you want."

A deep grumble comes from his throat that I'm busy sucking on. His hands on me tighten. "When'd you get so dirty?"

"Pretty much when I met you."

"Always my fault, huh?"

"Do I look like I take accountability for my actions? I thought you knew me."

He chuckles and I feel the sound in his chest as much as I hear it. A pleased smile curves my lips as I undo the button of his shirt. I manage to pull aside enough of the material to kiss his chest and taste the body that's been taunting me for months. Years, even. My hands rake down his rigid abdomen that flexes under my touch and I don't stop until I'm dipping them behind the band of his boxers. My palm curls around him, barely able to form a fist.

"Fuck," comes the swift curse through clenched teeth. His breaths are uneven against my shoulder when I start moving my hand up and down the length of him. I can feel him pulse, grow warmer and harder. "Sierra."

My thumb swipes the head of him, now coated in wetness from his pre-cum. He's falling apart just as fast as I did. He has to brace both palms on the door above me to hold himself up. It's surreal that it's me making him so weak to his knees. Me. I can't do anything but watch him as I pump him harder, faster. Our eyes lock and he watches me work him intensely, his mouth parted and harsh breaths fluttering across my lips.

"Feel good?" I ask softly. I want to make him feel as good as he's made me feel. I want him to want this.

His laugh is more like a scoff and he shakes his head once. "This is you doing this to me. Of course it feels good."

My stomach flutters. That was exactly the response I hoped for.

"Good," I whisper. I lean forward and take his lips between mine, sucking gently. When he grows impossibly stiff in my hand I know he's just a few strokes away so I pull back. "Do you have a condom?"

"Check my pocket."

My brow jumps up at that. "So when you told me to come by at lunch you knew you'd get lucky?"

"A guy can dream, can't he?"

"You little slut. I love it."

He chuckles good-naturedly. Holden has always enjoyed my sense of humour. I remember making him laugh all the time when we were kids. His comment comes back to me, the one about how I'd do just that and made him feel like he had a home with me, and I smile. Because he's my home too.

I continue pumping him, slower this time to torture him and it works. He groans against my neck and pushes his hips forward into my palm, a silent urge for more. My free hand snakes into his pocket to retrieve the condom and I bring it up to his mouth. Holden bares his teeth and clamps it on the foil and I pull to the side to tear it open. His eyes meet mine with amusement and I grin back. We always did make a good team.

He takes one hand away from the door to grab the latex from the packet. I only let go of him so he can slide it on himself. Then I wind my arms around his neck to hold on because I know what's coming next. Holden tugs my panties to the side as much as he can before pushing into me with one swift thrust. My body takes him easily, ready as I am, and I clench around him tightly when he fills me to the hilt.

"Oh God," I sigh, losing my breath. He stretches me so damn wide and I already feel so deliciously sore. He's everywhere and my body is on a high because of it.

His hands move to grip my ass and he drags my hips closer to his. Our pelvises grind and we both groan. The look in his eyes is all kinds of wicked.

"You sure you want to do this? Because everyone out there will know it's my cock making you scream."

"You sound like you want that," I manage to say, breathless.

His mouth twitches. "I know how to have fun, Sierra."

"You? Fun? You're going to have to show me before I believe it."

His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss at the same time he starts moving in and out of me. My arms wind tighter around his neck when his pace picks up, gripping tight as he works my body. My back meets the door every time he thrusts and the resounding bangs leave no doubt for the imagination. Holden Rey is fucking my brains out and everyone on this floor knows it.

I've never been the girl that does this. I've barely been comfortable with the men I was with, never mind comfortable having an audience on top of that. But being with Holden gives me immeasurable confidence. He makes me feel desired, makes me feel like my body deserves pleasure, and reminds me that my pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. So yeah, I'm definitely on board with the audience thing. It's pretty hot.

What's even hotter is how quickly I feel my pelvis tighten in warning of another orgasm. My toes curl into my wedges and I clench my legs around Holden, becoming rigid with anticipation. He grounds his hips harder into mine, pounds into me, makes me see freaking stars. I can barely hear the sound of my own moans because all the blood in my body has rushed to my ears but my sore throat tells me just how loud I'm being.

"Sierra," Holden warns quietly into my mouth. Our kissing isn't doing the best job of muffling me. "Fuck, you make losing control look so goddamn sexy."

"You should try it," I whisper against his lips. My fingers travel up the nape of his neck until I'm clutching his hair between them. I tilt his head, speaking between kisses. "Sometimes no control feels good."

"You feel good." He pants. "And you make me lose control. Does that count?"

Our tongues meet and I moan again. "It's a start."

"Now let's finish," He orders, taking reign on our kiss so that there's no more talking.

His hips still and jerk against mine when he comes. I can feel him pulsing inside of me and it undoes me. I come seconds later, my entire body shuddering from the force of it. We don't break the kiss. We fall apart with our mouths still moving and locking and concealing our hushed moans. I clutch his hair and he clutches my waist and we shake together through it all. And when it's all done we're still kissing, gentler and not as rushed. The kiss feels different somehow. Better than all the ones before.

Eventually we pull away and our eyes connect when we do. I'm not sure what it is but something passes between us. Something wild and real and I'm almost afraid to look away in case we lose whatever this is. The way Holden's face softens make me think he's feeling this too. He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek gently. I offer a small smile back.

"Let me clean you up," He finally says.

He doesn't let go of me and I'm glad because I don't think I can walk without tripping just yet. I keep my ankles locked at his back as he pushes us off the door and walks toward another. I blink in surprise when he opens it.

"Your office has its own bathroom?" I look around. It's freaking awesome. Neat and sleek and probably fancier than my whole apartment.

"I spend a lot of hours here. I get more work done when I don't have to leave the office so it just made sense. I had one made."

He sets me down on the toilet and disposes of the condom before running a cloth under water. I watch him with my hands folded in my lap.

"Are you okay?" I work up the nerve to ask.

He doesn't look away from the task at hand. "About?"

"Your parents. The phone call. I know it's hard on you."

He shrugs, turning the water off and crouching in front of me. He reaches underneath my dress to slide my panties off and then he flips it up, bringing the cloth forward to wipe.

"This has always been my life. I'm used to it. I'm just tired."

"Haven't they had enough? They've been travelling since you were, what, thirteen? First it was weekend trips and then weekly trips and then freaking month trips. Why won't they just come home?"

He sighs in frustration, continuing to clean me with furrowed brows. "Because this is their life. They had me straight out of high school and I know they feel like they missed out on a lot. At first it was making up for lost time but now this is just something they do. They love being the adventure couple. They're better at that than being parents and we all know it. I know they care about Mason and me in their own way but they don't need to be around anymore. We've all moved on and grown up. They're living their lives and we're living ours."

He says it so matter-of-factly but I know better. I don't miss the way his jaw clenches or that he's refusing to meet my eyes. He throws the wash cloth when he's done and tries to stand but I stop him, grabbing his shirt.

"The only thing they missed out on is you," I tell him firmly. His stare is fixated above my shoulder. He won't look at me because he doesn't believe what I'm saying. I swear my heart cracks. "That's why they're still empty after all these years. They can travel the whole damn world but it'll never be as good as getting to be your parents. If they bothered to see that for themselves then they would never want to leave again. And maybe that's their karma, honey—that you're their greatest adventure and they don't get to have it. They're the unlucky ones."

He swallows hard and it's only then that his eyes come back to mine. The vulnerability in them deepens the cracks in my chests. Holden is a lot of things but vulnerable is not one of them. Anything that makes it seem like he isn't in control is off the table. But right now there isn't any of that. He lets me see him.

"What about you?" His voice is quiet, hesitant. "What if you find a better adventure?"

I'm done for. So, completely done for. It wasn't until he spoke those words that I realized Holden is just as insecure as me. I thought I was the only one going insane and wondering if he'd leave me to find someone better. I never would have thought he shared my fears.

"Not possible," I whisper. I lean forward to rest my forehead on his. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I tried as hard as I could to find something else. I was out of here for twelve years, remember? But I guess you're pretty memorable or whatever so I came back. Now you'll just have to be stuck with me."

He shakes his head at me, tipping his chin forward until his lips meet mine. He kisses me softly. Leisurely. I've never been kissed like this.

When he pulls away his face is somber. "Thanks for coming back, Shortcake."

My heart does a little flutter. I'm stupid crazy for this man. "Thanks for letting me, Satan. And don't count your blessings just yet. You're doing that walk of shame with me."

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A/N

THESE TWO OFFICIALLY HAVE MY HEART AND IT IS A PUDDLE.

We know they're hot as hell but now we know they're sweet as hell too. They literally bring out the best in each other. I love how you can feel their friendship AND their love. My babies.

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