ego - matt
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Ego
──── feat. CEO!Matt
Content/Warnings: Sexually suggestive. Slight power-dynamic.
"I knew you wouldn't say no."
"You're so…" You huffed heavily as you sat on the couch, completely exhausted from the business gala. You hated dressing up. You hated networking. But most of all, you hated how easily Matt had ushered you away with his hand against your lower back. "You're so full of yourself, you know that?"
Matt sauntered forward with a grin as he loosened his tie. "Pretty sure you wanna be too, huh?" He slid the black silk away from his collar and dropped it onto the glass coffee table before undoing the first two buttons of his shirt.
Your eyes widened. "That's not—"
"Don't," he interrupted briskly. "Nothing you say is gonna be the truth."
Your body jostled as he sat beside you. "What are you talking about? I'm not a liar, Matt."
"You are." Matt leaned forward and deftly grabbed your calves, pulling your legs across his lap. "You're lying right now." His voice was smooth and matter-of-fact as he unbuckled the thin velvet strap across your ankle. "You put on a front, and act like this is the last place you want to be—" he dropped your shoes on the floor with a thud "—but it isn't."
A rush of blood warmed beneath your skin as Matt angled himself between your legs and guided you to your back.
"You want to be here, with me." His hands spread against your thighs, slowly inching the soft fabric of your dress even higher. "Surprised no one else has caught on, you're so fucking obvious. You always find a way to bring me up in conversation. You search for me in every room you're in." Matt tugged at the lace against your hip with two fingers. "You can't stop thinking about me," he purred.
Your heart was racing.
"You can't stop thinking about how no one can fuck you like I can, how no one can make you come as hard as me." Matt's lips hovered over yours, tone softened to a champagne-drenched whisper. "You're wet right now."
You shook your head.
He smirked. "Liar."
