Chapter 63: Bittersweet Memories: Part 2 – Chapter 63

“Alanna!” Silas shouts, and I jump up from my seat as I rush toward his office, worried I messed something up. Now, even more so than usual, I really don’t want to let him down. I’m worried he’ll think us being together is impacting my work, and I can’t let that happen.

“Silas?” I close the door behind me and walk up to his desk, mentally running through everything I’m working on.

“Come, take a look at this.”

I nod and walk around his desk to look at his screen, frowning when I see the post-mortem of a cyber attack we circumvented. “That was close,” I recall.

Silas sighs and leans back in his chair. “I want to see how you’d go about it if you were to replicate this. I’m having a hard time finding the remaining vulnerabilities in the system.”

I nod and lean over him to reach for his keyboard, feeling oddly nervous around him in a way I never did before.

“Hey,” Silas murmurs, the tips of his fingers running down my spine soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

I look at him, caught off guard. How did he know? I shake my head and look back at the screen. “It’s nothing.” How am I supposed to tell him that I want to know about Ray? Would he think I’m crazy if I tell him I’m worried? That I’m feeling insecure?

“Tell me the truth,” Silas orders, his tone rough.

I glance back at him and bite down on my lip. “You and I…” I shake my head, unsure how to even ask this without seeming childish.

“You and I,” he repeats, “were inevitable.”

Inevitable. That’s exactly how I felt too. I look at him with wide eyes, and he smirks as he pulls me closer. I tumble onto his lap, and Silas grins as he cups my neck, his lips finding mine. He kisses me slowly, leisurely, without any regard for time or place. The way he groans as his lips move against mine, as though he’s been dying for a taste, and I just gave him an excuse to cave… I can’t get enough of it.

A soft pleading moan escapes my lips when he pulls away, and Silas drops his forehead to mine with a smile on his face, his eyes still closed. “Does that answer the question you can’t voice, baby?”

I nod, relief rushing through me as the edges of my lips tip up into a smile.

“You’re mine, Alanna. You’ve always been mine, and you always will be. Nothing and no one will ever change that. It doesn’t matter what the world might say about us. All that matters is that we’re happy together, okay?”

I look into his eyes, wondering if he truly means that. If he’s truly happy with me, why is he proclaiming his love for Ray in his sleep while he’s holding me in his arms? Who is she? Why does she have such a hold over him? Even Ryan seems to know about this mystery girl.

I place my knee between his legs and lean onto his chair as I wrap my arms around him, my lips brushing over his. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care who she is. She isn’t here, but I am. It might take some time, but I’ll make him forget all about her.

I kiss Silas with all I’ve got, letting his touch eradicate my every insecurity, until my mind is filled with just him. He pulls me onto his lap and deepens our kiss, his hands threading through my hair as his tongue brushes past mine. He kisses my lips the same way he kisses my pussy, every stroke turning me on just a little more, until I find myself squirming in his lap.

I tear my lips off his and move them to his neck, sucking down right below his collar. I’m feeling so restless, so needy. I can’t push down my need to mark him as mine.

Silas groans and tightens his grip on my hair, his hard cock digging into me. “Baby,” he moans.

I pull away and shake my head. “Say my name,” I plead. I need to know he’s here in this moment with me. I need to know it’s me filling his thoughts.

“Alanna,” he whispers. He strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers, his eyes on mine. “My love, is everything okay?”

Before I can answer, we’re interrupted by a knock on the door. I jump off Silas’s lap mere seconds before Amy walks in, her eyes moving between the two of us. She smiles with barely suppressed excitement and Silas sends her a warning look.

“This needs your signature,” she says, handing him a document. “No rush! I’ll come get it later.”

She smirks as she walks back out, and I glance at Silas. “What was that all about?”

Si shakes his head, a reluctant smile on his face. “She loves our love story. Thinks someone should write a book about it someday. She acts like we’re her personal Telenovela or some shit. Honestly, I ought to fire her, but I’m pretty sure the firm would collapse if I did that.”

“A book, huh?”

Si smiles at me and brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Now where were we? I think you were about to replicate the recent attack we only barely managed to stop.”

Disappointment washes over me as I force a smile onto my face. “Right,” I murmur. “Of course.”

I bend over Silas’s desk to reach his keyboard and start typing, forcing myself to focus on our work. I’ve been absentminded all day because of the words Silas whispered last night, and I should know better. We’re at the office, after all.

Silas rolls his chair back and I glance at him over my shoulder, only to find him smirking at me. He grabs the hem of my skirt and pushes it up until he’s got it bunched around my hips. “Keep typing,” he orders.

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I blush fiercely as I obey his order, trying my hardest to keep typing when all I want to do is turn around and kiss him. Silas’s hands roam over my ass, kneading and teasing, his thumbs brushing over my pussy.

I gasp when he grabs my tights and rips them right at the crotch, the sound loud in his quiet office. “Si!” I whisper.

“Keep working, baby,” he tells me. “You’ve got ten minutes to replicate the attack so we can build a proper defense.”

He pushes my underwear aside and chuckles as he drags his thumb over my pussy. “Wet,” he whispers. “I love this about you. I love that a single kiss turns you on just as much as it does me.”

He leans in and presses a soft kiss right between my legs, making me swallow down a moan. “Silas,” I warn.

He merely chuckles in response. “Eight minutes.”

I bite down on my lip as I continue to type, praying I’m doing a half decent job when all of my attention is on what he’s doing to me.

Si leans in, his tongue lapping around my clit, evading the spot I want him at most, over and over again. He’s torturing me.

“Six minutes.”

Silas spreads my ass cheeks and leans in further, his tongue moving down from my clit, until he’s sliding it into me, fucking me with his tongue in an effort to drive me insane.

“I’m not above begging,” I moan.

He chuckles and finally drags his tongue to my clit, flicking over it, falling into a steady rhythm that has my orgasm building rapidly.

“Si,” I plead. “I’m going to come. I can’t hold it.”

He takes me right to the edge, and then he pulls away. I gasp and try to straighten, but he keeps me pinned down with a hand on my lower back. “I’m not done with you.”

My pussy clenches when I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and moments later, he slides his cock against me, teasing my clit and pushing just the tip in, repeating the motion a few times, refusing to let me come.

“Silas,” I warn. “I’m going to kill you. I’m seriously going to kill you.”

He chuckles and slams into me, finally giving me what I want. A loud moan escapes my lips, and Si wraps one hand around my lips, keeping the other on my hip. He fucks me like that, and everything fades away as I chase a high.

“Four minutes,” he reminds me, and I try my hardest to refocus on the code I’m trying to write, when all I want to do is come for him.

The way he’s got his hand wrapped over my lips has him pulling my head back, my back arched. I can’t imagine what we look like right now. I’m bent over his desk, his thick cock thrusting into me and his fingers silencing me.

I grit my teeth and continue to type, praying to God any of what I’m typing is what I’m hoping it is. I can’t think straight when he’s touching me like that, and he knows it.

Si moves his hand away from my hip to my pussy, his thumb brushing over my clit as he fucks me from behind. He flicks my clit along with every stroke, and within seconds, I’m coming for him, his hand silencing my moans.

Wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body as Silas increases the pace, fucking me harder, his strokes stronger, deeper. Moments after my orgasm subsides, he comes deep inside me, my name on his lips. “Oh God, Alanna,” he moans.

He leans over me and hugs me from behind, the two of us leaning against his desk, still intimately connected. I smile as he presses a kiss to the back of my neck, setting my restless heart at ease. “I don’t know what’s got you so worried today, my love. Just know that you’re the only one I want. You always will be. You’re it for me, Alanna. Forever.”

Silas slips out of me and grabs a paper napkin from his desk drawer, cleaning me up before pulling me upright. He turns me around and wraps his arms around me, his eyes on me. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he promises. “You always will be.”

The sincerity in his gaze startles me, and I rise to my tiptoes to kiss him, unsure what to say. How did he know I was feeling insecure?

Silas kisses me tenderly, taking his time with me. His touch takes away all of my worries and cements my decision. I don’t care who Ray is. I’m taking every part of Si that used to belong to her, and I’m never letting go.

Si pulls away and presses his lips to my forehead, his touch lingering as he moves to my neck next. “You’re out of time,” he whispers.

I chuckle as I pull away from him and straighten my clothes before walking toward his door. I pause halfway through and turn back to face him. “Check the code,” I tell him.

His eyes widen, and I smirk at him. Who does he think I am? This girl he can’t seem to forget… there’s no way she’s as compatible with him as I am. No way in hell.