Authors: Lauren Gallagher
Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica, #General, #Literary, #Romance, #Erotic Contemporary
beckoned with two fingers, so I put my foot on the chair beside him.
“Oh, now I like that.” He ran the backs of his fingers down my shin. Looking
up at me through his lashes, he said, “Nylons are
so
much sexier than fishnets.”
“Are they?”
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“Very much so.” The flimsy layer of nylon created a whisper-thin barrier, a soft
wall between us, rationing unhindered contact to only the rarest rendezvous
between his flesh and mine. “So much easier to feel what"s underneath.”
He put his hand on my knee and let it slide down my calf. Trailing a fingertip
along the thin leather strap over my ankle, he teased my skin until goose bumps
rose beneath my stockings.
His other hand started on the inside of my ankle, drifting up the back of my
calf to my knee. Then his fingertips slid along the underside of my thigh to the top
of my stockings, and when skin met skin, I gasped and nearly pulled away, but his
other hand kept a firm grasp on my ankle.
He looked up. “Something wrong?”
“No.” I licked my lips. “Not at all.”
“I didn"t think so.” He ran his fingers back and forth along the border between
flesh and fabric.
Then he continued higher. His fingers found my pussy, and he looked up at me
with a devilish grin. “No panties. Very nice.”
“I had a feeling you"d—” I gasped when one fingertip made a light circle
around my clit.
“You had a feeling, what?”
“That you"d—” One finger slipped inside me. “That you"d like—” Two fingers.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Tsk-tsk. I expected you to be so
much more articulate with your clients, Ms. Rhodes.”
Oh, Jesus, I loved the way he said my name.
“I usually am,” I said. “But my…clients… They don"t…”
He crooked his fingers slightly, removing my ability to speak and very nearly
doing the same to my ability to stand. “They don"t what?”
“They…”
His thumb brushed over my clit. Then, eyes locked right on mine, he
whispered, “They don"t usually have their fingers in your tight, wet cunt?”
I whimpered and somehow, heaven knows how, managed to murmur, “No,
they don"t.”
Sliding his fingers a little deeper, he said, “What a pity for them.” He gave a
quiet laugh that was nearly as dirty as everything he"d said thus far. “And for you,
I"m guessing. You"ve been thinking about this all day, haven"t you?”
No point in denying it, not when his fingers moved so easily inside me.
“Yes,” I said. “I have.”
“And I"ll bet,” he said, teasing my clit with his thumb, “you"ve been thinking up
all different things for us to do during this little „meeting." Am I right?”
Guilty. As. Charged. “Oh, yeah.”
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“Maybe you"ve been thinking about me fucking you over your desk.” He was
almost whispering. “Tell me, did you imagine me laying you across it on your back?
Or bending you over it and fucking you from behind?”
“I…” I sucked in a breath. Fuck, I couldn"t speak. He knew exactly how to
touch me inside, how to tease my clit, and I didn"t have a clue how to work my own
mouth right then.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the inside of my knee, the warmth of
his touch through my stockings making my toes curl inside my shoes. “Or were you
too busy imagining me putting you up against that file cabinet? Or up against your
door, to see if you could stay quiet enough that no one on the other side would know
what we were doing in here?”
I hadn"t even thought of either of those options, and they were suddenly so, so
tempting.
“Or maybe,” he said softly, “you pictured me sitting just like this, holding on to
your hips while you fucked me.”
My knees trembled and my balance wavered.
“Put your foot down,” he said.
Thank God. With both feet on the floor, my balance was better. A little better.
As much as could be expected with Sabian"s fingers still inside my pussy.
Without withdrawing them, he rose, pushing the chair out of the way with his
foot. Then he guided me up against my desk. Leaning in almost close enough to kiss
me, he whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you, Jocelyn?”
My first name sounded even dirtier, even more intimate, than any word that
had ever left his lips.
“I…”
His fingers crooked inside me again, just enough to take my breath and
balance away. I grabbed the edge of my desk with one hand, his shoulder with the
other. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers, and as his hand broke contact with my
pussy, I could finally breathe. Maybe even form a coherent thought.
Sabian didn"t let that situation last. He seized my hair with his other hand,
gripping it tight enough to hurt and make my nipples harden that much more. “I
asked you a question,” he growled.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I thought you might,” he said and kissed me lightly. “I"m not sure I"m ready to
fuck you, though.”
His grip on my hair was tight enough to keep me from moving, which meant I
couldn"t look down to see what his other hand was doing. The metallic clink of his
belt buckle clued me in, though, as did the sound of his zipper. My mouth watered.
The way he held me now, he was one twist of his hand away from forcing me to my
knees to suck his cock.
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Yes, yes, please
, I wanted to beg. As much as I wanted him inside me, I
desperately needed to kneel in front of him and make him come.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want…” I swallowed hard. “I want to suck your cock.” I"d barely whispered,
but I was sure everyone in the building heard, and I didn"t care at all. I only cared
that he"d heard me.
“Do you?” His lips almost touched mine, and the hand in my hair kept me from
closing the distance enough for them to do so.
“Yes.” I tried not to notice the way his shoulder moved, tried not to imagine
what his hand was doing just beyond the lower edges of my peripheral vision.
“You want to get on your knees,” he whispered, “right here in your own office,
and suck my cock?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck,
and both his lips and goatee against my skin made thinking nearly impossible.
“Which is it? Do you want to suck my cock? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
“I…”
“I already know what"s going to happen.” His tone was caught in some spine-
tingling gray area between teasing and growling. He raised his head and looked
down at me. “But I want to know what you
want
.”
I moistened my lips and forced myself to look in his eyes. “I want to…suck your
cock.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, I love to hear that.” He leaned in to kiss me. “Nothing quite like a
woman who wants to get on her knees and do just that.”
I shivered, my mouth watering with anticipation. I couldn"t remember the last
time a man had talked so dirty to me.
He kissed me lightly. Then, using only the hand in my hair, he turned me
around and forced me over my desk. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping from
both pain and surprise, but somehow stayed quiet. He leaned over me, pressing his
cock against me and pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.
“But I want to fuck you.” His goatee brushed the side of my neck when he
added, “Don"t move.”
He released my hair and stood. I didn"t move. Couldn"t have if I"d wanted to.
Sabian had me turned on and bent over my desk in the middle of the day, and—
Oh, God. I never knew the sound of tearing foil could be so damned arousing. I
gripped the other side of my desk, certain I"d melt the second his cock touched me.
Closing my eyes, I held my breath as he pushed my skirt up over my hips.
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“Jesus,” he breathed. “I love the way your ass looks like this.” He traced the
edge of the garter over my hip. “Red garter, no panties, thigh-highs. You know
exactly how to get to a man, don"t you?” Then he leaned over me. He cupped my ass
in one hand and whispered in my ear, “I can"t tell you how tempting it is to leave a
handprint right there.”
I sucked in a breath and shivered beneath him.
“And I would.” He kissed the side of my neck. “But someone might hear, so I"ll
just have to save that for another time, won"t I?”
He didn"t give me a chance to answer. It was impossible to speak or think or
fucking breathe when his cock pressed against my pussy, into my pussy, sliding
deeper, slowly, slowly deeper. That very first stroke was enough to turn my vision
white, and each was more intense than the last.
I expected him to fuck me hard and fast, but he didn"t. He took long, smooth
strokes, and he made sure I couldn"t move to encourage him to go faster. He leaned
over me, resting his hands beside mine, using his body weight to keep me from
moving. The edge of the desk bit into my hips, but I didn"t care, not when Sabian"s
cock slid back and forth across my G-spot like that.
In theory, anyone in the building could have come through that unlocked door.
They wouldn"t, of course. No one dared walk in during client meetings, and even if
they did, they"d have to get past Laura first. Still, just knowing anyone
could
have
walked in at any second made this infinitely hotter.
Sabian stopped. When he withdrew this time, he pulled all the way out.
“Turn around,” he said.
I pushed myself up and faced him. He grabbed my hair again and kissed me.
Passionately, violently, like he knew I"d let him part my lips with his tongue, like he
knew I"d let him draw my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me like no one had any
business kissing anyone in this office, and thank God he held me upright, because
his kiss melted my spine one vertebra at a time.
Still kissing me, he put a hand between my shoulder blades and laid me across
my desk. His mouth didn"t even stop when he reached between us to guide his cock
to me, and we both moaned against each other"s lips when he thrust in. My desk
squeaked in protest beneath us and pens rattled in the drawers, adding a muffled
metallic rhythm section.
He stood upright and slid his hand down my leg, drawing my knee up to his
hip. He wrapped his fingers around my ankle and brought it up to his shoulder. He
rested it there, pausing to kiss the inside of it, and even through my nylons, the
warmth of his lips made my breath catch. Then he put my other ankle on his other
shoulder.
That angle was amazing, but I wasn"t prepared when he leaned forward just
enough to roll my hips back. I gasped, screwing my eyes shut and clapping a hand
over my mouth to muffle the delirious cry that almost escaped.
“Like that?” he asked with a grin in his voice.
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I whimpered something close to a yes. Understatement of the decade. This
angle. His cock. That rhythm. My G-spot. Oh, fuck.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want you to touch yourself so I can feel you come.”
I wanted to be embarrassed. Sure, I"d done this the first time we"d fucked, but
I hadn"t been able to see his face. He hadn"t watched. He hadn"t so brazenly told me
what he wanted and why.
I wanted to be embarrassed, but more than that, I wanted to come, so I did as I
was told. It barely took any contact at all to put me into orbit, so I tried to hold
back. As much as I wanted to come, I didn"t want this to be over quite yet.
I didn"t have much choice, though. Between my own fingers circling my clit,
Sabian"s cock showing me exactly why my G-spot was where it was, and this whole
hot, forbidden situation, I was an orgasm waiting to happen. A loud one too, so I bit
the second knuckle of my index finger, digging my teeth in to keep myself quiet.
“That"s it,” he whispered, his thrusts punctuating his words. “Let yourself go.
Jesus, your pussy is so tight when you—”
My orgasm took over, and I didn"t hear another word. Trying to keep it quiet
only made it more intense, as did Sabian"s perfect, steady rhythm. I swore it went
on for several minutes. Probably only a few seconds, but damn if it didn"t feel like
forever.
Finally, I exhaled and relaxed. Sabian slowed to a stop. I blinked a few times,
staring up at the ceiling and letting my vision clear before I looked at him.
He bent to kiss me lightly. “Still feel like sucking my cock?”
Did I ever, and his grin told me he already knew the answer.
I nodded. Sabian pulled out, then eased my legs down and helped me up. Then
he sat in my chair.
Nodding toward the floor, he said, “Get on your knees.”
With pleasure
. I went to my knees and went down on him, something I"d been
dying to do since the first time we"d fucked.
The faint bitter taste of latex didn"t last long, but the sweet smell of my pussy
remained, reminding me with every breath that he"d been inside me. Not that I