His lips were close enough to almost kiss her. She could see every pore in his face, and those steely eyes were looking right at her, mere inches away.
“He did,” she replied. Her breath was halting, and her legs trembled. “He said you have skeletons in your closet. Big ones.”
Cullen’s head tilted to the side. “And what do you think, Ivy? Do you think I have big, terrible skeletons hiding in my closet?”
She could barely speak, but she nodded and said it, faintly. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said, his jaw jutting forward. “Then we don’t have to pretend I’m Mister White Picket Fence. Or Prince Charming.”
“What are you, then?”
“I’m the big bad wolf,” he growled. And then he kissed her fully on the mouth and she tasted him, her knees weakened and she could hardly contain her overriding excitement.
Yes, she thought. Yes. Yes. This. Please. Please.
He kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers, subduing her tongue as his lips tamed hers with sheer soft, moist sensuality. She was melting. He was so soft and so hard all at once.
How could something feel so powerfully good and be so bad? She wondered.
Cullen reached out and grabbed her blouse at the neckline and ripped it open. Buttons flew off and spilled across the floor, scattering, they rolled here and there.
Ivy’s shirt came open, revealing her breasts, and the thin, lacy bra she’d worn.
Her chest heaved as Cullen’s strong hands grabbed her breasts over the bra and squeezed them hard enough to make her moan.
He kissed her again, and then broke free. “You had lunch with him instead of me? Are you begging for punishment?”
“I told you,” she started. And then she remembered her manners as his hand grabbed her ass hard and squeezed her flesh. “Sir,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Get on your fucking knees,” he told her, his nostrils flaring again.
She nodded, biting her lower lip as she slowly got down on the cold tile floor of the bathroom.
How long could they be in there before people started pounding?
What was he going to do next?
She looked up at him, anxious, but also feeling her adrenaline surge as he stood over her, legs spread.
A slow grin came across his face. “You were obviously hungry,” Cullen said. “And I interrupted you lunch, so you must still be starving.”
“A little…Yes, Sir,” she finished.
“Good, then,” he said, his hands on his hips. “I’ll fill your mouth so you don’t go hungry for the rest of the day.”
She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Ivy just stared at him, not knowing if he meant what she thought he meant.
“What do you mean?” she squeaked.
“Use your imagination,” he smirked tightly.
“Sir, I’ve…I’ve never done that before.”
“You mean to tell me that not only are you a virgin—“
“Not anymore, Mister Cullen,” she reminded him, heat blooming in her cheeks.
His eyes flashed. “You were a virgin, and you also never took a man in your mouth, Ivy?”
“Never,” she admitted. She felt ashamed. Would he turn and run again
Cullen shook his head in disbelief. “You’ll learn from a master, then. Things could be worse.” He nodded at her. “Take out your tits.”
She caught her breath. Her heart was hammering so hard in her ribcage she thought it might burst.
She pulled each breast out, spilling over her bra. When she looked up to see if that’s what he wanted, Cullen’s eyes were dialed onto her chest and his nostrils were flaring again.
“Is that good, Sir?” she asked.
“Very good,” he whispered. “But that’s just the start. Now I want you to unzip my pants,” he said. His voice was low and throaty.
Ivy could see the bulge in his pants, and she knew he must be rock hard. Would she be able to handle all of him? His cock was large and she’d never put one in her mouth before.
What if she was terrible at it?
“I don’t have all day,” he hissed.
She sat up on her heels and moved closer to his legs. Her face was at his waist level and she was staring at the bulge. Her hands moved to his zipper and slowly began tugging at it.
Cullen Sharpe’s cock is right here in front of me. If anyone knew what we were doing right now…anyone from work…they would never believe it.
I hardly believe it myself.
And yet here she was, slowly unzipping the CEO’s pants, and then she was unbuttoning the top button of his trousers. Inside his pants, she saw white silk boxers.
His flat belly had a small trail of hair that snaked down to the waistband. Inside the hole in his boxers, she could already see the engorged, swollen head of his member poking through.
“Take it out,” he commanded.
She pushed her fingers slowly through the hole in his boxers and grabbed his stiff dick. It was hot to her touch, and seemed to stiffen further when she wrapped her hand around it. Now it was fully out of his boxers, and she was staring at the head.