Spread Wider, Baby (18+)

The Devil's Claim 2

Caroline returned the next evening with the file under her arm and her hair down.

She told herself it was practical. The bun had given her a headache. That was the only reason. Nothing to do with the low voice that had followed her into the elevator the night before.

Kingsley’s penthouse office was quieter than the previous day. Only one lamp was on, casting a warm pool of light across the black desk. The rest of the room stayed in shadow. He stood by the windows with his back to her, shirt sleeves rolled up again, a glass of something dark in his hand.

“You’re late,” he said without turning.

“I was confirming the last witness statement.” Caroline set the folder on the desk. “One of them is lying. Daniel Crowe. His timeline doesn’t match the port logs. If we pressure him the right way, he’ll break before the hearing.”

Kingsley turned. His eyes moved over her slowly—hair loose around her shoulders, the same cream blouse, the same black skirt. Something darker settled in his expression.

“You wore it down.”

Caroline’s pulse jumped. “It was more comfortable.”

“Liar.”

The single word was soft, almost conversational, but it landed like a hand around her throat. He set the glass down and walked toward her. Caroline stayed where she was, chin lifted, refusing to step back even when he stopped close enough that she could feel the heat of his body.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Miss Herberson.”

“I’m doing my job.”

“No.” Kingsley’s voice dropped. “Your job ended when you walked in here with your hair down after I told you to. Everything after that is something else.”

Caroline’s mouth went dry. “You’re my client.”

“I am.” He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek with the back of his fingers. The touch was light, almost careful, and somehow more intense because of it. “And you’re standing in my office after hours, alone, looking at me like you’re waiting for me to do something I shouldn’t.”

“I’m not—”

He kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. Kingsley’s mouth claimed hers with controlled hunger, one hand sliding into her hair and tilting her head back so he could deepen it. Caroline made a small, shocked sound against his lips. For a second she froze. Then her hands came up and fisted in the front of his shirt instead of pushing him away.

Kingsley made a low sound of approval and walked her backward until the edge of the desk pressed against her thighs. He broke the kiss just enough to speak against her mouth.

“Last chance to walk out.”

Caroline’s breathing was already uneven. “I should.”

“But you won’t.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His hands gripped her waist and lifted her onto the desk in one smooth motion. Papers slid to the floor. Caroline gasped as he stepped between her knees and pushed the pencil skirt higher up her thighs. The cool air of the office touched her skin a second before his warm palms did.

“Kingsley—”

“Quiet.” He kissed the side of her neck, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her shiver. “You’ve been thinking about this since last night. I could see it on your face when you left. All that careful professionalism hiding how badly you wanted me to ruin it.”

His hand slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of her underwear. Caroline’s hips twitched. She hated how wet she already was. Kingsley noticed immediately. He pressed two fingers against the damp fabric and rubbed slowly, watching her face.

“Soaked,” he murmured. “For your client. What would the bar association say?”

“Don’t—” she started, but the word broke into a soft moan when he pushed the fabric aside and slid one thick finger through her wetness.

Kingsley’s eyes stayed on hers as he pushed that finger inside her. Caroline’s head tipped back. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk hard enough to hurt. He added a second finger and curled them, finding a spot that made her thighs tremble around his hips.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She forced her eyes open. Kingsley’s expression was intense, focused, almost predatory. He f****d her slowly with his fingers, curling them on every stroke until wet sounds filled the quiet office.

“You’re going to come on my hand first,” he said calmly. “Then I’m going to bend you over this desk and f**k you until you forget you ever tried to keep this professional.”

Caroline’s answer was a broken whimper. Kingsley’s thumb found her c**t and rubbed firm circles while his fingers kept working her open. The dual sensation dragged her toward the edge faster than she wanted. Her breathing turned sharp and high. Her hips moved against his hand without permission.

“That’s it,” he said. “Take it. Come for me.”

The orgasm hit hard. Caroline cried out, body tightening around his fingers as pleasure ripped through her. Kingsley worked her through it, slowing only when she started to shake.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting her without breaking eye contact. Then he reached for his belt.

Caroline watched, still dazed, as he opened his pants and freed a thick, hard c**k. The sight of it made her stomach flip. He was bigger than she had expected. He stroked himself once, then gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the desk.

“Last chance,” he said again, voice rougher now.

Caroline spread her legs wider in answer.

Kingsley pushed inside her in one long, controlled thrust. Caroline’s mouth opened on a silent cry. The stretch burned and filled her completely. He held still for a moment, buried deep, letting her feel every inch.

“f**k,” he muttered. “Tight.”

Then he started moving.

The first few strokes were deep and deliberate. Caroline could only hold onto the desk and take it. Kingsley’s hands stayed firm on her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted her while he f****d into her with steady, powerful thrusts. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the office. Every time he bottomed out, a small broken noise left her throat.

“Louder,” he ordered. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

Caroline moaned freely after that. Kingsley rewarded her by f*****g her harder. The desk creaked under them. Her blouse had come untucked. One of his hands slid up to yank the fabric open, buttons scattering, so he could drag the cup of her bra down and close his mouth over her n****e.

The dual sensation—his c**k driving deep and his mouth sucking hard—pushed her straight toward a second orgasm. Caroline’s fingers tangled in his dark hair.

“Kingsley—I’m going to—”

“Come.” His voice was rough against her skin. “Come on your client’s c**k like the dirty little lawyer you are.”

She shattered with a sharp cry, walls clenching around him. Kingsley growled and kept thrusting through it, dragging the pleasure out until she was trembling and oversensitive.

He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach across the desk. Cool wood pressed against her bare breasts. He shoved her skirt fully up around her waist, spread her legs, and sank back into her from behind with one hard thrust.

Caroline screamed into the scattered papers.

This angle was deeper. Kingsley’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he f****d her with long, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the office. Caroline could only moan and take it, cheek pressed to the desk, body rocking forward with every thrust.

“You feel that?” he rasped. “How perfectly you take me? This is what you walked in here for. Not the case. This.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “God—yes—”

Kingsley reached under her and found her c**t again, rubbing in tight circles while he kept pounding into her. Caroline’s third orgasm tore through her so hard her knees nearly gave out. She sobbed with the force of it, clenching around him helplessly.

Kingsley’s rhythm finally broke. His thrusts turned short and brutal. He buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural sound and came hard, pulsing inside her in thick waves. Caroline felt the heat of it, the way he stayed locked deep while he emptied everything he had.

For a long moment the only sound in the office was their ragged breathing.

Kingsley didn’t pull out right away. He stayed over her, one hand braced on the desk beside her head, the other stroking slowly down her spine. When he finally eased out, Caroline felt the slow drip of his c*m down her inner thigh.

He turned her over carefully. Her hair was a mess. Her blouse was ruined. Her lips were swollen. Kingsley looked at her like a man who had just claimed something he had no intention of giving back.

“You’re not going home tonight,” he said quietly.

Caroline’s voice came out hoarse. “The case—”

“Can wait until morning.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

He lifted her off the desk as if she weighed nothing and carried her toward the private door at the back of the office that led to his personal suite.

Caroline rested her forehead against his neck and closed her eyes.

She had told herself this was just a job.

The Devil had just proven how easily that lie could be destroyed.