She cries out, but it has the intended effect because she hurries through her request, and it’s as complete and perfect as I could want. “Please fuck my ass with your fingers, Sir!”
I shove my pointer and middle fingers into her cunt first, getting them wet with the combination of liquids, and she gasps and tightens around me. The feeling of the vibrator is quite strange, and I drag my fingers along it as I withdraw, making her breath break in her throat.
Still lubed and a little loose from my thumb, my index finger slides into her ass easily. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, more!”
I work my second finger in, and she gasps and moans around the intrusion. “Take it,” I rasp, slapping her other cheek firmly and then taking hold of it. I pull, spreading her and making more room for my hand. “You can take it.”
Working her over, building to a rhythm that’s hard and fast and relentless—it’s almost better than fucking her. From the side, I get to see the expressions on herface. I get to watch her eyes roll back. I get to watch her body shake and tense as she rubs her thighs together to find the perfect amount of pressure on the vibrator.
And when her orgasm builds, I get to watch as her body tightens, how her brows screw up, and how her mouth parts to let out the little noises of anticipation.
“Oh,traviesita,” I mock darkly, enjoying delivering the degradation almost as much as I enjoy giving praise. “Are you going to come? Like this? Spread out on my desk, a desperate little mess, begging me to fuck your tight arsehole with my fingers?”
“Oh myGod,” she sobs. “So… close…”
I sink to my haunches and bite her, right in the middle of her thick cheek, still red with my handprint.
The pinch of pain must be what does it. She screeches her release, only remembering to muffle the sound after a second. Her ass clenches and loosens around my fingers in an unpredictable pattern as she shudders through her orgasm.
When she collapses against the desk, boneless, satisfied and spent, I sit back in my chair and pull her onto my lap. We’re both sweaty messes, covered in fluids and lube. I couldn’t care less.
“I can’t believe you bit my butt,” she murmurs.
“Seems like you liked it just fine.”
With a little laugh, she cuddles against my chest, humming contentedly with her eyes closed, and my heart soars. After a few minutes of closeness, when our pulses have slowed, and the sweat has gone cool in the air, she rears back. “What were you doing when I came in?”
“Hmm?” I say, stroking her upper arm. I heard her, but I need a second for my brain to come back online.
“When I came into the room. You had a book?”
“Oh, just some notes,” I reply, swallowing the sudden thickness.
“Notes about the General?” she asks. “Can I see?”
“They’re barely legible,” I misdirect. “Just some musings, trying to keep my thoughts straight.”
She swallows, eyes dropping. “You said you’d let me know when you needed help. I guess I just thought I’d be in here with you—that we’d be trying to track this guy down together.”
I inhale deeply and hug her back to my chest. “I don’t want to stress you out. You’ve been enjoying your downtime, yes? Finding your place in the house?”
“Sure, making dinner with Eleanor and nearly slicing off my finger,” she mutters. “What if I want my place to be in here with you?”
Fuck. There’s nothing I want more. I just… can’t.
“You’re too… distracting, Madison. Every time you’re in here, all I can think about is doing what we just did.”
Not easily deterred, she shrugs. “Well, there are like a million rooms in this house. Give me one to take over, and I’ll be like a remote coworker. We already know we make a good team that way.”
Another denial springs to my lips, but I reconsider. That territory, I can navigate. I already know how to parse out jobs from a distance. “That’s not a bad idea,” I say.
“I’m chock-full of not-bad ideas,” she teases, grinning. “Some might even say good ideas.”
I chuckle. “Of course.”
“Look, Wesley, as much as I likethiskind of work,” she says, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, “I’m ready to do something with my day other than bouncing on it, watching weird Japanese horror movies—”
