Her Capture,His Desire

Chapter 16

                                   His Desire...
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As the evening deepened, Emily felt a sudden urge to see Anthony. She bookmarked the page she was on and carefully placed the book back on the shelf, then made her way to the office.

She reached the office door, her hand hovering over the knob for a brief moment before she pushed it open, stepping into the room. Anthony was sitting behind his desk, a stack of papers in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration.

He looked up as she entered, his eyes immediately landing on her. His gaze darkened as he took in her appearance, the soft fabric of the dress clinging to her curves. He put down his pen, leaning back in his chair as he watched her approach.

Emily fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers toying with the fabric nervously. "Anthony..." she said, her voice soft and tentative.

Anthony tilted his head, his eyes never leaving her. "Yes, baby," he replied, his voice deep and smooth. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his attention fully focused on her.

She could feel his gaze on her, his eyes roaming over her, taking in every detail. She squirmed under his intense scrutiny, her movements drawing his eyes to her hands as they toyed with her dress.

Anthony's voice was low and commanding, yet at the same time it was gentle, almost coaxing. "Come here," he said, gesturing for her to come closer.

She obeyed, her feet carrying her forward until she was standing directly in front of him. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, could see the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

He leaned back in his chair, man spreading slightly, and he crooked a finger at her, a silent invitation to come closer.

She swallowed hard, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, but she stepped forward until she was standing between his legs. The space between them was charged with electricity, the tension palpable as they gazed at each other in the soft light.

He reached up, his hand grasping her hip, his fingers tangling in the fabric of her dress. He pulled her closer, his other hand going to her hip, until she was standing flush against him. "What do you need, baby?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"I just... I just wanted to see you..." she murmured,her voice soft and shy.
He reaches out and pulls her onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around her waist.

"You missed me, huh?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. His face nuzzles into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Emily nods silently savouring the feeling of his touch.

"Mmm... you smell good enough to eat," he murmurs against her skin, his kisses becoming more intense. "Are you hungry?" He asks in between kisses, though from his tone it's clear he's not just talking about food.

He continues to pepper kisses along her neck and shoulder,his eyes darkening even further. He tilts his head back, his gaze locking with hers as he claims her lips in a hungry kiss.

He breaks the kiss briefly to whisper,
"Emily...say it,Food?"

She blushes deeply at his direct question, looking down and biting her lip. "I-I... um..."

A devilish grin spreads across Anthony's face. "Fuck it," he mutters under his breath, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. In one swift motion, he stands up from his chair, lifting Emily effortlessly into his arms.

He carries her out of the office, kicking the door shut behind them. Emily gasps softly, wrapping her arms around his neck for support as he strides down the hallway, his long legs eating up the distance. He doesn't stop until they're in his bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them.