Her breathing starts to turn ragged, and a spark of fear ignites inside me.
The last thing I need is her passing out.
I turn her around so she’s leaning against the glass now, my fingers sinking back inside her, pushing in and out as I fuck her, my thumb coming up to circle her clit. She widens her stance further, allowing me better access, and I can’t help but growl in appreciation.
Good girl.
I lean in, pushing away stray strands of hair from her face as she’s panting, her hazel eyes fixed on mine. “Breathe for me,” I tell her, stroking her cheek softly while the intensity of my fingers fucking her increases. She only manages a short breath.
Not enough.
“Breathe with me,” I tell her, the pressure on her clit slightly increasing, making her gasp.
“In,” I command, pushing my fingers deep inside her, prompting her to gasp for air again. “Out,” I pull out my fingers, and she lets go of the breath.
Our breaths are now coming in sync, and I watch as the climax starts to build in her, her whole body tensing up. “North,” she whimpers out, squirming on my fingers and rocking herself against me. “Please.”
Holy Jesus.
“There’s the begging,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her. I draw her tongue into my mouth and suck hard on it before I break the kiss again. “Come for me,” I command, leaning in to put our foreheads together while I pull out slowly and push back in, making her moan. When I feel she’s close, I lean back, wanting to watch her come undone.
Every fantasy I’ve had about this moment fails in comparison to the view of her. Her cheeks are flushed, there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead, and she’s biting her luscious lips, eyes pressed shut. Her body is tensing up, and her cunt is squeezing my fingers as she rocks her hips, coming hard.
Fuck. I have to breathe not to just come in my pants like a schoolboy.
“You’re going to be wonderfully obedient,” I murmur, playing with the wetness between her thighs while she pants, coming down from her high.
Unable to resist, I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth and lick them, eliciting a groan from me when her taste hits me.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Sloan pants out, and I lean in once more. My still wet fingers brush over her cheek before they press hard into her jaw, jerking her head to look up at me. “You want to repeat that?” She smiles, fire in her eyes. Even still dripping for me from the orgasm I just gave her, she finds a way to crawl under my skin. “You’re going to regret that,” I promise, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.
I lean in and capture her lips in a tender kiss. After a lingering moment, I release her jaw and step back, leaving her wanting more. Sloan bites her lip, attempting to hide her smile, and all I want is to wipe the sassy smile from her mouth by filling it with my cock.
The thought makes me even harder. I’d love to have her behave for me, but her pushing back a little is the thing that got me obsessed with her in the first place.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her, it’ll never be enough.
I want to make her come every fucking day, writhing beneath me, begging for me.
“Now what?” she asks, still standing there only half-dressed.
I pull her to me by her throat and kiss her softly. “Now you’re going to pull on your clothes, and I’m going to drive you home.”
I would rather fuck her properly, sink my cock deep, but I can already see Stephanie making her way up the stairs. The first time I fuck Sloan, I don’t want her pressed against the glass of my office while my secretary stands on the other side of the door.
Although I’m going to keep that idea in mind for another time.
Sloan pouts at me, nothing left from her threats of just moments ago.
I lean in to whisper, “When I finally bury my cock inside you, it will be somewhere I can make you scream my name, preferably my bed.” Her breath hitches, and I grip her chin, kissing her slightly open lips. “Did you like your reward, Blue?”She nods as far as my grip on her allows her to. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
FORTY-EIGHT
North comesaround the BMW to open the passenger door for me, reaching out a hand to help me out of the car.
“Thank you,” I tell him as he closes the door behind me.
We drove home together with Nash, but North wanted me to sit up front. He had his hand on my knee the whole drive, his fingers brushing over me, but we didn’t say a word.
