The CEO Above My Desk Chapter 126

***Violet***

The clerk clears her throat, breaking whatever just happened between us as she gathers the paperwork again.

She flips through it quickly, stamps another page, then signs off with a practiced motion.

“Alright,” she says, sliding the documents into a neat stack. “Everything is finalized on our end. Your official marriage certificate will be processed and mailed to your home address.”

My chest tightens slightly.

Home.

Which one?

She continues, already moving on like this is routine.

“If you’re planning on a name change, you’ll want to stop by the clerk’s office just outside this hall. There’s a fee—ninety-three dollars for filing. It’s reduced if done same-day with the marriage paperwork. Otherwise, it can run closer to a few hundred.”

Devin is already nodding slightly like he’s mentally checking things off a list.

Of course he is.

The clerk glances between us again, her tone shifting just slightly—more casual now.

“And just so you’re both aware,” she adds, “annulments can typically be requested within a limited window if necessary. After that, it would proceed as a divorce filing.”

The words barely leave her mouth before Rowan’s entire body goes still.

Not subtly.

Not quietly.

Sharply.

“There won’t be an annulment,” he says.

His voice isn’t loud.

But it cuts.

Clean.

Final.

The clerk blinks, a little taken aback, but nods quickly. “Of course. Just part of the standard information—”

“It’s not needed,” Rowan interrupts.

No room for discussion.

No room for interpretation.

Something shifts in the air.

He doesn’t look at her again.

Doesn’t give her another second of his attention.

Instead, his hand finds my back again, firm, guiding.

“Let’s go.”

And just like that—

We’re moving.

Out of the room.

Out of that moment.

The hallway feels louder.

Brighter.

Too much all at once.

Devin peels off almost immediately. “I’ll handle the name change,” he says, already turning toward the clerk’s office without waiting for a response.

Of course he will.

Theo and Camille are already a few steps away, mid-conversation—or argument.

“You’re not listening to me,” Camille is saying, her voice low but sharp.

“I am listening,” Theo shoots back, equally tense. “I’m just saying this whole thing—”

“Is happening whether you like it or not,” she snaps.

“Yeah, I got that part.”

I barely register it.

Everything feels… muffled.

Like I’m underwater.

Rowan doesn’t slow down.

His hand tightens slightly against my back as he steers me down the hall, past a few closed doors, past people who don’t even glance at us.

Then suddenly—

He stops.

Turns.

And guides me into a nearby bathroom.

The door shuts behind us with a quiet click.

Silence.

Different from before.

Heavier.

More private.

I barely have a second to process it before he steps closer.

Too close.

“Do you remember,” he says quietly, his voice lower now, darker, “what you said to me back at the store?”

My breath catches.

Of course I remember.

My eyes lift to his.

“…Which part?”

His hand comes up again, brushing lightly along my jaw before settling at the side of my neck.

Not squeezing.

Just there.

“The part where you told me,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough that I can feel his breath, “that I could have you in the courthouse bathroom.”

Oh.

God.

My pulse spikes instantly.

“That wasn’t—” I start, but the words die the second his thumb presses slightly against my skin.

“Don’t,” he says softly.

Not harsh.

Not angry.

Controlled.

“You don’t say things like that to me,” he continues, his gaze locked onto mine, “unless you mean them.”

My heart hammers against my ribs, and it feels like even Rowan could heart the sound echoing in the confined space of the bathroom.

All I can focuse on is Rowan, how his eyes are so dark and unyiedling, as his body crowds against mine up against the sink.

I swallow hard. "I meant it," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. Heat floods my cheeks, spreading down my neck, and I can feel it pooling low in my belly.

"Good." His lips curve into a slow, predatory smile.

Without another word, he psins me around, my ahnds slapping against the coll percelain of the sink for balance. The mirror reflects my wide eyes, my parted lips, and behind me, Rowan's broad fame as he presses in close.

His fingers shimmy up the back of my legs and hook into the waistband of my panties, yanking them down over my hops in one swift motion while hiking up the rest of my dress. The fabric bunches around my waist, exposing everything to him. His hand sldes back down and between my things, cupping me as his finger slightly feels our damp I already am.

"Fuck, you're wet," he growls in my ear, his breath hot on my neck as his fingers press in a little bit more, and then finally rubbing small sensitive circles around my clit.

I gasp, my knees buckling slightly as the sensations hit me. I arch back aginst him instinctively to feel more of him, grinding into his touch.

"Rowan..." I plea, needy and raw for him. It's strange how insanly different I am with him compared to my other relationships.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating though his chest and into me. With this free hand, he tugs the rest of my panties down pass my hips and they hit the floor while his other hand cups me firmly before finally two of his fingers slid inside of me without warning.

I bite my lip as I moan loudly, not caring if anyone hears us. It echos off the warns and I see how his smiles widens at that. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, slow at first, savoring my moans and then faster, this thumb flicking my clit from time to time. My hips buck against him whenever he stops, that building pressure coiling tight inside of me.

"That's it, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice rough and low. "Get yourself ready for me." He curls his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I clench around him, my walls fluterring as the first wave of pleasure hits me, about to me under.

But he stops abruptly, withdrawing his hand. I whimper at the loss, glancing back at him to see what the hell he thinks he's doing. He's already undoing his belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet room. His pants drop just enough to free his cock, already hard and thick and the head is glistening with pre-cum.

He grips my hips then with one hand while the other hikes up my dress and lines himself up just right at my entrance.

"You promised me this," He says, teasing the top along my slit, coating him in my wetness. "From behind, right here. No backing out now."

I couldn't help myself. I was so needy and I needed him!

I nod frantically, pushing back against him. "Please..."

He didn't need to be told twice. He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.