“Hello to you, too,” I breathe against his lips when he finally releases me for air.
“Do I get to unwrap my surprise?”
“Allow me.” I wink, rising from his lap. With slow deliberate movements, I untie the bow on the side of my dress, letting the material fall open. It cascades around me, revealing the lacy black garter belt, suspenders, and pantyhose underneath. His eyes devour every inch of my exposed skin, glimmering with a wicked desire that sets my pulse racing.
With a swift motion, he rises from his chair and lifts me up by the hips, effortlessly placing me on the edge of his desk. He leans me back until I’m lying flat against the polished surface, his lips and tongue tracing every curve of my body with an expert touch that’s pure bliss. I lose myself completely in the sensation, forgetting why I’m here, what I need to do, as I surrender to his touch.
His office door bursts open with a bang, startling me. Tilting my head upside down, I catch sight of James rolling his eyes. It’s been a week since our impromptu foursome, and the memory of that exhilarating night still brings a smile to my lips.
“When you’re finished with your snack, I need you in my office,” James says briskly, exiting as abruptly as he entered.
Dameon chuckles and the sound of his deep, low rumble stirs a warmth in my chest. He reaches to press a button that I suspect will lock the door, but I stop him, placing my hand on his.
“I’ll never get my fill of you,” he murmurs against my skin, sucking my nipple into his mouth like a hungry dog to prove his point. In a rushed exhale, I breathe out a giggle.
The sound of his belt unbuckling is like pure catnip to me. My senses become heightened, and my body responds instinctively to the sound. With each click and slide of the belt, I find myself salivating in anticipation, my desire for him growing with each passing moment. It’s as if a primal instinct has been awakened within me, one that I can’t control. A surge of liquid heat pools in my core, spreading through me like wildfire and intensifying the hunger I feel for him.
He thrusts inside me with a force that leaves me gasping, stretching me wide and filling me completely. I grit my teeth against the sting of being split open, but I urge him on, pushing the points of my pumps against his ass in a silent plea for more.
“Did you miss me this morning? Did you miss my cock?” he growls.
“Yesss,” I hiss through the exquisite ache.
He left early this morning, before I woke. And, I’m ashamed to admit, Ididmiss his cock in my mouth. It’s become a familiar craving and it grips me again now. I’m hungry for the taste of him on my tongue.
“Did my kitten miss her cream this morning?”
My eyes roll into the back of my head, his words spurring me on as a heady sensation rapidly escalates to dizzying new heights. He grips my throat and squeezes, cutting off my airway. When he finally releases his hold, my oxygen-starved body convulses, and I shatter into millions of pieces. Gasping for breath, I struggle to regain control over my body, each inhalation feeling like a lifeline as I come down from the euphoric peak. In the midst of my trembling, Dameon finds his release inside me with a rough groan.
“Fuck,” he breathes, shaking his head to clear the haze. “You’re perfect.” I don’t miss the note of awe in his voice as he gazes at me with softening eyes. He withdraws, his eyes fixated on the sight of his cum seeping out of me. With a wild, possessive look, he pushes it back in with his fingers.
“Don’t clean up,” he commands as he tucks himself back into his pants. “I’ll be back in a sec. I need to see James.” His lips brush against my forehead as he helps me up from the desk. With a seductive wink, he leaves his office, leaving me to bask in the aftermath that is Dameon.
Oof, this man kills me.
I sink into his chair, still trying to catch my breath while the reality of what I actually came here to do crashes down around me and settles heavy in my chest. Without wasting any time, I begin rifling through the minimal paperwork scattered across his desk, my heart racing. But I don’t find what I’m looking for. A quick search through his desk drawers comes up similarly empty. I had naively hoped there would be something just lying on his desk for me to “accidentally” run my eye over. But nothing is ever that easy. As I reluctantly wake up his computer, a wave of guilt washes over me; what I’m about to do goes against everything I stand for. What felt like a good idea at the time now stabs at my conscience, and I just know this will become one of the worst decisions I’ll ever make.
Feeling like a piece of shit, I access his hard drive and scan through the files.
How the hell am I meant to find something I can use before he comes back?
If I had a couple of hours to properly look through it, I could probably find something of value to send Mark. But time is not on my side; I have at the most another minute before he comes back. And the last thing I need is to be caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. There’s no way I’d be able to explain it to him.
Realizing the futility of my efforts, I exit the drive. Instead, I turn my attention to his calendar, my fingers trembling as I scroll through his upcoming meetings. Finally I find one that stands out. I take out my phone and capture a snapshot of the meeting invite, with the attached agenda and the invite list. I quickly close the calendar, return his screen to sleep mode, and throw my phone back into my purse.
Not even thirty seconds later, Dameon waltzes through the door, his dimples popping as he graces me with one of his charming smiles.
“Where were we?” He lifts me up and settles into his chair, depositing me back on his lap with ease.
Angry tears well in my eyes as a ball of conflicting emotions churns within me. I lean forward, burying my face into the comforting curve of his neck. His familiar scent envelops me, momentarily calming the storm of guilt and shame raging inside. I feel like utter scum—less than scum. The guilt claws its way up my throat like a creature trying to escape hell, but I force it back down, burying it deep within me where it belongs. A quiet sob escapes me; there’s no escaping the consequences of what I’ve done, and the realization leaves me racked with dread.
“Hey,” he murmurs softly, pulling back slightly and lifting my chin with the crook of his finger. His touch is soothing as runs his thumbs under my eyes, catching my traitorous tears. “What’s wrong, goddess?”
I stutter, at a loss for words, the truth threatening to spill from my lips. But then I remember why I made that deal with Mark. For Beth. Our insurance policy. And at the end of the day, I’m a lot more scared of the consequences of refusing my stepfather’s demands than Dameon’s.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” I eventually manage to get out.
“Of course, what is it?” His frown deepens at my distress.
