Previously on The Closer

"You sure are the impatient one, aren't you Tim?"

I heard a lowly hum from behind me, a melody I could place from anywhere. But it was what I heard next that confirmed it for me.

"Getting chummy with Timmy, are we?"

I turned around, feeling my heart both drop and ram a hundred times faster in my chest. 

"Hans."

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❝I've got a burning desire for you, baby.❞

Chapter Five:
Her Office Ethics
(cont'd)

I stopped abruptly, my hips hitting the edges of my desk as I backed up on reflex, my hands growing limp, jacket falling to the floor. The first thing I noticed was that the top buttons of his clean, white shirt were open, revealing the tiniest bit of his smooth, marble skin. It was enough to get my heart racing. As my eyes traced his features, I had to wonder if he'd possibly grown more handsome than the last time I'd seen him. His rich black hair, and enchanting eyes... The mere sight of him had given me the impact of walking into a brick wall.

What was he doing here?

As always, Hans had to have the first word. I had barely processed his snarky remark from before, having been caught up in the shock of absorbing him in front of me but the next one was spot-on.

"Since when does flirting with office boys constitute professionalism to you, Ms. Henderson?"

My tempers flared, all signs of attraction melting away at his words. No 'hello'. No 'how's your first day going?'

"This has been a lovely reunion, Hans, but I have a lunch to get to."

If he wasn't acting like a total tool, I might have actually tried playing nice. Nope, he had to go and be an asshat instead. I crossed the length of the room and reached for the door handle but of course, of course he had to get in the way.

"You're not going anywhere until you answer me."

I flinched at the contact, drawing my hand back from the door which is exactly what he had wanted me to do. Despite wearing my tallest pair of heels, I still felt like a midget next to Hans as I cocked my head up and glared at him with eyes full of venom. He met my gaze with an equal amount of anger, lips pressing into a thin line when he noticed my resolve to keep the stare-off going.

I breathed in deeply and whispered, "Get out of the way, Hans." I'd had enough of this cat-and-mouse deal.

A deep frown set into his features. Stepping forward, Hans grabbed me by my shoulders and slammed me against the wall to my right. I gasped at the sudden contact, a little pain shooting through my back. His fingers dug into my bare skin, but what hurt more was the way he pressed his body into mine, so perfectly molding against my chest. I almost sighed at the contact, having craved it the second we had said goodbye. Despite my desires, I fought him off but all punches thrown at his chest were useless against the tall mass of muscle in front of me.

Hans' eyes were steel as he lowered his head closer to my face, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?"

I gritted my teeth, ignoring the stab he made at me with those words. The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. He was legit pissed.

"If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?"

His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin of my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist.

"You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart, that is if my lack of resistance still counted for anything. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers.

"Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" I could have cum that very second, another tidal-wave of lust enveloping me as he nuzzled the crook of my neck. He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man.

"It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes, clutching his arms tight enough to leave wrinkles later. "It's all you." 

His hand on my throat closed around the thrumming skin, and not in a forceful way. It was almost like he was asking for permission. I licked my lips and tilted my head back against the wall, giving him what he wanted before thinking better of the consequences.

"Say that again," he rasped against my skin, pressing a gentle kiss against my pulse. He pressed a finger into me, deeper now.

"It's all cause of you," I repeated, my voice absolutely broken. I bit my lips, the moan stifling itself as Hans glided another finger into me. It was a wonderful, delicious stretch from before.

"And what about Tim?"

"Fuck Tim."

Hans chuckled. I would have too if not for the fact that he started to ravish my neck the very next second. I shoved my hands through his silky hair, clenching at the strands in need as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He'd heard everything he needed. There was nothing more to stop him from pleasuring me. My hips bucked against his hand, mind losing itself to the pleasurable spasms building within me.

The hand holding my neck moved down fluidly, cupping a breast through the thin material of my dress.
"Such a perfect fit," he moaned, thumb pressing against the erect nipple.

My eyes fluttered open to look at him, to see him bending down to unzip the back of my dress. But I didn't. I saw the brightly lit hallway past him. The hallway anyone could walk through and see Hans Castellan, heir of Innovus, finger-fucking me to ecstasy because of the damned glass doors.

The reality of it all came crashing down and I started to push myself away from him, no longer squeezing the strands of his hair in desire but to get him off me.

"We can't do this," I said, rushing. God, how long has it been? For all I know, Tim could be making his way to my office to make sure I was coming...for lunch, that is. Hans stared down at me, his thumb still moving in slow circles on my clit. My body didn't fight him, arching into his hand but my mind knew better.

"This is my office, Hans," I hissed, barely maintaining my voice when he pressed a third finger into me. "Fucking hell. Stop it."

Hans smirked, his eyes darkening. "As you wish, Ms. Henderson. But just...one...second." Bending slightly, he lifted my leg into the air till it was wrapped around his waist, giving him a much better angle. His eyes were locked on mine as he started to ram his fingers into me, forcing gasps out of my lips. I thrashed against him, away from him, into him cause God, how could I not?

Hans bent low and sealed his mouth over the sensitive spot on my neck, sucking and biting like a mad man. I was there. At that line between the end and big finish. I was there and he had me nearly cumming like a whore. Nearly because before I could make sense of the world, he stopped.

He dropped my leg from his waist with a thud, the heeled point hitting the ground and sending a shot of pain through my toes. I watched, horrified, as Hans stepped back till we were far enough away for him to admire his handiwork...sucking on his coated fingers, all the while.

"Beautiful," he stated, tilting his head to the side in slight wonder. "And delicious."

What. The. Hell.

I could feel the orgasm slip away from my body - the vibrations within growing smaller, and farther away. He had done that on purpose. And now, he was standing in front of me, grinning like the Devil himself.

"Fuck you," I spat at Hans, zipping up my dress and pulling it down over my wet, soaked panties. He bit down on his lip, tongue swiping away the last of me on his mouth.

"I'd love to but I believe you told me to stop."

Infuriated, I grabbed my hand bag from my desk, all the while using my other hand to smooth down my messed hair. I was halfway through the door when I heard Hans call out to me.

"You might want to do something about that mark."

Whipping around in horror, I stared at him, noticing him trail a finger along his neck. Opening my damn bag, I took out my compact and almost cried. Multiple bruises lined my neck. Tiny ones, big ones...growing ones.

"Now what are you going to do about that, hmm?"

I snapped my compact shut and threw him the most loathsome look I could muster.

"There's a special circle in hell reserved for assholes like you."

"Yeah." Hans flashed his pearly whites at me in a smug grin and popped his fingers in the air. "It's called the big-O."

I turned on my heel and walked away from the laughter that resounded behind me; ashamed, horrified, and most of all, horny.

Fuck you, Hans Castellan.

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Song: Burning Desire by Lana del Rey

Dedicated to VrittiMiranda. Happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderfully explosive day...of happiness of course. What else could I mean? :P

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