I looked up at him from beneath my eyelashes. “Seriously?”
His gaze darkened. “Now, Becca.”
I parted my lips and wrapped them around his thumb before I tasted him for the very first time. And as the salty ocean of his precum slid down the back of my throat, I moaned around his finger. I lapped against his skin, wanting nothing more than to taste more of him. All of him. As much of him as I could muster.
Because damn it, he tasted better than he had in my dreams.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he perched on the edge of his desk.
I cleared my throat. “Mr. Ryker, are you wanting to fire me?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Then, why haven’t you given me any work as of late?”
He shrugged. “No work to be done. Tax season is over.”
“So, what is my duty to you during seasons that are not tax seasons?”
He smirked so devilishly that my nipples puckered. “I guess we have to discuss that during our hour-long meeting, don’t we?”
As he pushed off his desk, his cock came flying toward me. He stood directly in front of me and traced my lips with his dick. My eyes fluttered closed as I darted my tongue out, trying to steal the smallest taste.
But, as quickly as he had done so, he ripped it away from me.
“Only good girls get that,” he growled.
I gasped. “But I thought--.”
He free hand reached out and gripped my hair. “And you haven’t been a very good girl, have you?”
I felt my control slipping and I knew I had every reason to be repulsed. I knew I had the biggest case alive against him if only I had the guts to open my mouth to Glasses downstairs. But I didn’t want to.
I wanted him to take my control and wrap it around my throat again.
“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered.
I swallowed hard. “Yes, sir. I love it.”
He chuckled. “I knew you were dirty, but I didn’t know how disgusting until just now.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “I didn’t say anything. It was Brit who did. I swear to you, Mr. Ryker--.”
He gripped my chin. “I know, sweet girl. I know you did your best.”
My heart came alive with his praise. “You do?”
He nodded. “I do. But that doesn’t mean you still won’t be punished for even considering it.”
I shook my head quickly. “I didn’t. I just went down there to try and explain that Brit might come down to file a--.”
He slapped my cheek softly. “Did I ask for an explanation?”
I gasped as I cupped my cheek. “No, sir.”
He gripped my hair and forced my gaze back to his. “Then, shut that mouth of yours before I stuff it full.”
There’s my entrance.“Are you sure you want me to shut up, though?”
