“Taste me.”
The moment stretched, held aloft on the charged quiet between them, and then he gave that sadistic smile. “No.”
…
No.
Surely he was mad to deny her but in this second, he knew the anticipation would be its own reward.
Her eyes widened, and he kept his own locked on hers as he sat back in his chair and unzipped his pants. Impossibly, her pupils enlarged to the diameter of hubcaps, though it was likely a trick of the morning light streaming through the window. Really, those blue eyes darkened, a little in fury, more in desire.
She had the common sense not to question him. He rewarded her by freeing his cock and giving one long, obscene stroke along its length. The swollen head was already leaking precome and he used the moisture to ease the pumping motion of his hand.
She squirmed. Sat up to get a better view, but she still kept her thighs spread so he could watch all that glorious pink flesh as it glistened.
For him.
With her hands still bound behind her back, her breasts jutted over the bra cups he’d roughly torn down her body moments before. That dishevelment, and knowing he’d caused it, intensified the sensations in his body.
She licked her lips, her eyes riveted to his stroke. She wanted to close her thighs, squeeze them to get relief. He just knew she did, but she was also enjoying this role. The subservient assistant, whose pleasure was in the boss’s hands. He wanted them both to enjoy it. He needed her to enjoy it.
“Come here,” he said.
She slid off the desk and wobbled over. This meek act of hers turned him on royally.
“Straddle me.”
While she did, he held her up with his hands on her ass, and slid down in the chair so that her sex was level with his mouth. Slowly, he blew on her wet, sensitive heat. She bucked.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmured as he untied the belt from her wrists and dropped it to the floor. The clang of the buckle shot further heated awareness to his aching dick. Finally, he removed his glasses and reached forward to put them on the desk.
“Now. f*ck
my face.”
Her moan reverberated around the room, bouncing off the leather tomes, the globe, the floor-to-ceiling window. But still she didn’t move.
He squeezed her ass to remind her of what he’d just asked. Demanded.
“I’m waiting.”
Placing her hands on the back of the chair, she slowly rocked her hips, tentatively at first, as though concerned about her strength. Like her p*ssy
could injure him somehow. As her wet heat brushed against his lips and his chest filled with the scent of her, he realized that maybe there was something in that. Sex with this woman, getting deeper with this woman, could be very damaging.
His tongue flicked out of its own accord. “Come on, baby. Grind that hot little p*ssy
all over my mouth.”
He opened wider to taste all that sweetness. Her movements turned urgent, jerky, demanding of her pleasure as he worked her lips with his tongue. A light tease here, a hard suck there, until she was taking what was her right.
“Brody, that’s—damn it—I can’t…” Her thighs were shaking, the pleasure they were giving each other too much for her to bear. He took control, holding her in place for the tongue-f*ck
to end all tongue-f*ck
s, until finally she shuddered her release.
He opened the drawer of his desk where Flynn’s gifts usually ended up and pulled out a condom. Ribbed, XL, strawberry flavored. He rolled it over his stiff cock and with one swift move, pulled her down on him where she belonged to the tune of her heartfelt groan.
Need for her had its claws in him. Her sheath tightened and grabbed hold as she moved up and down slowly, luxuriously, finding her pleasure with every smooth stroke. Her beautiful tits teased, and he latched on to one tight bud. Sucked and sipped at all that sweetness. He fed on the hot silk of her perfect skin, all while telling his balls to behave.
With each pump of his hips, he took her to the crystalline edge of pleasure, flirted with it, then pulled back. Her velvet muscles squeezed, compelling him to lose the race, but he wouldn’t give in. His control was absolute.
Or, so he thought.
She stopped moving, stopped squeezing, just plain stopped time. The stillness wrapped in her heat was a revelation, the gift of her even more so. Those stunning blue eyes sealed his in their tractor beam.
“Just—just let go, Brody. Don’t fight me on this.”
He wasn’t fighting, he was f*ck
ing, but something in her eyes relaxed every muscle in his body except the only one that mattered. The one created to give her pleasure.
“Emma.”
Using her first name dropped him out of the boss-assistant fantasy, but he didn’t care. With her, he was stripped of those labels, peeled back to the essence. Just himself.