That One Phone Call
BruceDiana

Chapter 2

Bruce swore he could hear his heart beating fast as he stood in front of the Themyscirian Embassy's porch. His foot tapped with much impatience as he waited for someone to finally open the door.

Everyone must be on their day-off, He thought to himself. Well, there's was only one way to get to his princess.

Diana put down her pen and massaged the sides of her head. Although she was appropriately dressed for bed, her mind still drifted to the unfinished paperwork of the embassy. She had no problem doing paperwork for the mission reports but tonight her desk was filled with stacks of paper that needed her attention.

A dose of adrenaline would really be appreciated right now, Diana says inwardly as she leaned against the leather chair.

"Ravishing," Bruce spoke in his usual "Bat-voice" as closed the balcony doors behind him. He grinned in delight at the sight of the surprised princess.

Hera, this was not the adrenaline I was referring.

Diana stood up from her seat and stared at the man that made her heart beat a thousand times than it usually did. The way he looked at her was somehow different. It was primal. God, he looked more dangerous than ever despite being dressed in a brown trench coat and his usual coat and tie underneath.

"Bruce, you're―" Diana cut herself off as she took a step back when Bruce took a step forward. He took off his trench coat followed by his dark coat, but his eyes still remained gazing at her like a predator would at its prey.

It was not before long when Bruce had her pinned against the marmalade walls of her office. Diana groaned as he pushes her nightgown, letting it pool on her waist. His lips roamed every inch of her skin, savoring its taste. Her intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood makes Bruce shiver, letting it sink in his head.

It was payback. He distracted her and now it was time he got back at her.

He cupped one of her breasts in his hand while his lips continued to roam down. His other hand slowly ran down one of her thighs and wrapped it around him. Diana gasped at the feel of him against her awaiting core.

"You think you win at seducing me, Princess? You forget that being seducer is my image," he pushed her up against the wall again. Her entire being shook as his grip on her shoulder tightened. "I didn't get the title 'Modern Casanova' without truly acting upon it, Princess." He roughly ripped her black panties with one quick pull. He lifted her above him as though her gods suddenly blessed him with godlike strength. She felt his tongue nibbling the sweet spot below.

Aphrodite, thank you for this man, She said to herself as she leaned her head back. She tightly gripped the back of his head, pulling on his hair as his tongue began to coax the sensitive flesh.

Bruce let one of her legs rest on his shoulder, revealing more of her to his awaiting mouth. She bit her lower lip as though it were about to bleed.

"Bruce."

The sound of his name uttered in ecstasy further excited him.

He placed her down and returned his attention to her ruby lips before he whispered, "You feel this, Princess?" He pushed his hardened and aching shaft against her.

"Mm-hmm," she moaned and it was all Diana could ever do. Her mind was clouded with inappropriate thoughts of Bruce. "I'll let you feel what it's like to be distracted."

Bruce pulled away from her and swept away the papers on her desk. Diana could not care less at the sight of them flying in the air. He could rip them to pieces if he wanted.

The next Diana knew Bruce had already pushed her against her desk. Silently, she thanked her secretary for picking such a sturdy desk or else it would have been pulverized at how strong he had pushed her down.

"Hope those papers weren't important, Princess." Bruce whispered while his entire body leaned against her, his fingers playing with the sensitive flesh beneath. He flashed a smile when her smart mouth could not utter a word. "Every time you work on this desk, you'll always remember me ravishing you," He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "Who knows? Maybe I'll ravish you in every corner of your office."

"I'd want nothing more, Bruce," Diana spoke as she let a moan escape her mouth when Bruce found the spot just under her left ear. She let her lips travel to her jaw, tracing its perfection with her lips and a slight graze of her teeth.

Bruce chuckled, "Oh no, Princess. You're not turning the tables." He pinned her hands above her head. Diana swore she saw him grin like a wolf. This was something Diana had not expected from Bruce. He had let himself lose his self-control and allowed himself to be with her.

Hera, he's enjoying this.

She got up and almost threw Bruce off-balance. She grabbed his tie and hastily unbuttoned his shirt before pushing it off him. Her fingers graze his scar-filled chest and dragging down to his slacks. He gripped her hand and smirked, "Patience, Princess." Bruce pushed her back down on the desk. Diana moaned when she felt him invade her entire being.

This was going to be a long night.

Diana woke up to the sound of the horns honking from the busy streets of New York outside her apartment. The balcony doors were wide open, letting the white thin curtains dance with the wind.

She turned to other side of the bed only to find it cold and empty. She found a small note placed on top of the pillow. Clutching the blanket close to her chest, she took the note and realized it was from Bruce.

In his neat handwriting, he wrote:

I'll distract you another time, Princess. Call me anytime you wish. — B

Diana found herself smiling before kissing the note. She got out of bed and prepared herself for work.

Hera, help me.

Diana silently pleaded to her gods as she tried her best to focus on her work but no matter how hard she tried, she always saw Bruce ravishing him.

When she tried to work on some of the important papers, all she could think about was how Bruce roamed his hands all over her body as though he had worshipped her.

When she leaned against her leather chair, she could she herself moving with Bruce's slow yet intoxicating rhythm.

When she stared at the cream-colored cushions, she could feel Bruce above her as he left fiery kisses on her neck.

Even as her eyes drifted quickly in one corner of the room, all she could see was how Bruce had shoved her against the wall and pushed down her nightgown. Diana swore she could feel her insides raging, quivering and needing to feel Bruce's touch again and again.

The sound of the phone ringing snapped Diana out of her thoughts. She picked up the phone and greeted in her usual regal manner.

"How's work, Princess?"

Diana could hear the smirk in his tone. "It's going pretty well, Bruce."

"Uh-huh. You're not a pretty good liar, Princess."

"Guilty as charged and I have not done any single thing for almost half of the day now," Diana slumped back in her chair.

"You're welcome, Princess," Bruce chuckled.

"When can I distract you at work?" Diana fought the urge to laugh as she bit down her lower lip.

"Trust me, Princess. You always distract me while I'm working."

It was Diana's turn to chuckle, "I'm glad. Although, I still prefer calling you to distract you."

"Now that would be something I'll be looking forward, Princess."

END