I can’t wipe the stupid grin from my face. I walk back to my apartment bearing coffee and scones for Alanna and I. But when I walk in the door, she’s hot and heavy in a make out session on the couch with the financier. Nathan something or other, the one she’s been talking about lately. I slip into the bathroom and have a quick shower before sneaking into my room.
After thirty minutes of trying to piece together an outfit, I think I’ve finally nailed it. It’s so much easier when Gabriel picks out what he wants me to wear. I have no idea if I’m supposed to dress sexy or not, but I want to. We didn’t have nearly enough time this morning before he left for work, and I’m craving his touch desperately.
I end up choosing something bold, not quite sure if his office will be conducive to what’s going through my mind. But there’s only one way to find out. Shimmying into my black silk stockings, I connect them to the garter belt around my waist.
I pull on a tight gray pencil skirt and tuck in my crisp white blouse, leaving it unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage with the bustier underneath. I wrap a thick black belt around my waist and slip into my new black stilettos. A blazer and some tousled hair add the finishing touches. Gabriel likes my hair wild, I think. With a dab of my red lipstick and some face powder, I’m out the door before Alanna and her male friend even notice.
I arrive at Maddox Corp fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, and I laugh at the irony. Before I would have intentionally been late, now I can’t wait to get to him. By the time the elevator arrives to the top floor, it’s two minutes till noon. I step off the lift and approach the secretary’s desk.
“Miss Kelly!” the receptionist greets me. “Mr. Maddox is expecting you, he said you can go right in.”
I saunter down the hall, ready to pounce. There will be no dominating me today, Mr. Gabriel Maddox. No, today I have other plans for you.
I don’t bother to knock, stepping inside his office to find him hard at work on his computer. He looks tired, and I’m sure it’s from all the emotional unburdening he did last night. The thought of him sharing that with me only makes me want to please him more. To show him exactly how appreciative I am.
He glances up at me, his eyes soft and gray today. I watch those gray eyes travel the length of my body in slow appraisal before they land back on my face.
“Weren’t you working today?” he asks in a husky voice. “I didn’t expect to see you looking so…”
He stops short when I walk across the room and pull up my skirt, spinning his chair around to face me. His eyes darken with lust as I straddle him and start to unbutton my blazer.
He helps me slide it off my shoulders, and then his hands are everywhere. Sliding up my thighs, fingering the silky material of my stockings. Inside of my already soaked panties, his fingers moving around my clit.
“Fuck, Victoria,” he whispers harshly. “You’re wet already. How is that even possible?”
“Thinking about you, of course,” I murmur, leaning forward to nip his ear.
Gabriel groans and I grind my hips down onto his hard cock, coating his trousers in my arousal. He grins when he sees it, and I blush.
“Marking me, are you?”
“So what if I am?” I challenge.
“Then I would say that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He grips my ass in both hands, squeezing as he pulls me tighter against him.
My lips move to his throat, kissing trails up and down the soft skin. He smells so good I want to stay here forever, just like this. I can feel his pulse beating hard beneath the skin, and I know it’s because of me.
Gabriel opens my blouse just enough to free my breasts, pulling the lace material of the bra down. His mouth latches onto my nipple and I cup his head, rocking against his hand as he continues to finger me.
I catch sight of our reflection in the glass mirror, and for a moment I almost can’t believe this wanton woman is me. Writhing against this God of a man right here in the middle of his office. We look wild together, untamed.
He starts kissing the swells of my breasts, punctuating his next words as he pants against me. “Need to be inside you… now.”
I reach down and unzip him enough to get his cock out. I’m too impatient to wait for anything else, but there’s something so erotic about seeing just that part of him protruding from his fancy suit. I rise up using his shoulders and mount myself on him as I sigh in relief.
Yes. This is exactly where I belong.
Gabriel tries to take control by gripping my hips and setting the rhythm, but I don’t let him. I find my own rhythm, rocking up and down as I use his shoulders for leverage. I’m using his cock for my own personal needs, and he’s loving every minute of it.
He leans back in the chair and just watches in awe as I fuck him wildly. My hair is flying everywhere, my breasts bouncing up and down, but I don’t care. It feels too good to care what I look like.
I free-fall into oblivion, coating Gabriel’s cock in my arousal as I shatter around him.
And not two seconds later, he’s got me flat on my back against his desk, rolling his hips into me with long, deep thrusts.