“Luke . . .”
It’s the first time I’ve used his first name, and that fact doesn’t escape his notice. He bites harder.
One of my hands grips the edge of the desk while the other latches on to his hair, the ideal length for a moment like this.
He lifts up, eyes meeting mine as he pants for breath. His gaze is searching mine, almost like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. He’s unbelievably sexy with his tie loosened and his muscular golden chest exposed.
His gaze dips down to my lips as he licks his own.
Please, please.
“Bend over the desk.”
He steps back, his eyes darkening. I stand up, knees shaking as I slowly turn around and bend over the desk. I watch his reflection in the window as he steps closer. His hand cups my ass, palming and squeezing each cheek.
“I’m going to have to discipline you now, Miss Dawson. Hold completely still.”
I bite my lip, the anticipation driving me wild. His hand pulls back, goose bumps forming on my thighs.
I inhale sharply when a slap comes down on my ass cheeks. I bite my lip harder to keep from crying out. He does it again, spanking me hard. Slick arousal starts pooling between my thighs. My ass cheeks are stinging when he does it again. Tears prick the corners of my eyes.
I nearly jolt when he softly palms my cheeks, rubbing them in soothing circles. His fingers start exploring closer to my pussy lips. I tilt my hips further back, craving his touch.
His forefinger slips through my slick lips. I moan, pressing my forearms into the surface of his deck. I need more contact, more friction, more everything.
“Do you have any idea how delicious you look right now?” He leans over me, biting my shoulder.
His fingers are still exploring me, weaving a tight bunch of arousal through my core. I shut my eyes, feeling the hum of his bite on my skin as it turns into a kiss. He inserts one finger inside me, pumping in and out while his other one keeps hitting my clit.
My orgasm hits suddenly, nearly knocking me off my feet with its intensity. My legs shake as I cry out. He claps his free hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my cries. He doesn’t let up, knowing I need him to keep going to drag it out as long as possible. The waves of ecstasy wash over me, making my skin feel flushed.
After a few glorious moments of relishing in the aftershocks, he withdraws his hand from me and guides me to a standing position. He backs away.
I turn to face him, hoping he’s not expecting us to be finished. I reach for his waistband.
Before I make contact, a change comes over him, his demeanor altering completely. He stands up straighter, shifting the bulge in his pants with right hand. He looks longingly at my chest for a brief moment before righting the strap of my bodysuit to cover me.
He grabs my shirt from the chair, holding it out to me.
I stare at him in shock.
“I . . . don’t understand.”
He clears his throat as he begins to button back up and tighten his tie around his neck, eyes focused on the wall.
“I have a lunch meeting to get to, Miss Dawson. I might not be back in today,” he says, like it’s just another casual Mondayand I’m not sitting on his desk after his tongue just sucked on my nipple.
My mouth is agape as I stand up and slowly begin to pull my shirt on, buttoning it up as he grabs his phone from the desk.
He types a message out before placing it in his suit pocket.
My thoughts are a whirlwind as I try to determine the source of what could have caused him to stop.What did I do wrong?He seemed one hundred percent into it, and then,bam...back to calling me Miss Dawson again.
“Did I do something . . .”
He levels me with a cool gaze, eyes trained on mine.
“I can’t be late for this.”
