“Hey,” I tell her.
The backs of my fingers trail up her neck, her cheek, and into her hair until I grip a handful of it and she gasps, arching her back and pressing her breasts out toward me.
“It’s been a long day. You deserve to wind down. All you gotta do is lie back, keep those gorgeous thighs open for me, and come when I’ve earned it.”
“Please stop talking,” she moans, head back and eyes closed. “It’s so much harder to pretend you’re not you when you never shut up.”
My fist in her hair tightens and her eyes pop open once more, locked on mine, fire raging in them.
There’s more grit in my voice than usual when I speak again. “You’re gonna watch every lick of my tongue against this pretty pink pussy of yours, and you’re gonna know damn well just who’s getting you off back here. Is that clear?”
Her head nods, just a fraction of a movement, but with my hand gripping her scalp I feel it.
“Now,” I tell her. “I want you to make a mess all over my workstation, Boss. Give me something to clean up.”
“Oh my God,” she moans, throatier and sultrier than her usual.
One hand still in her hair, the other trails down her front, over all the dips and curves her body has to offer, until I find the button of her jeans. My other hand releases her and she whimpers, which only encourages me to get these pants off her even faster.
Peeling them down her legs, I suck in a lungful of her scent as her underwear are revealed to me. Hot pink, lacy, and visibly darker around her entrance.
“How wet am I going to find you, little liar?”
Biting her lip, she refuses to dignify me with a response, but I know how to get her vocal. It only eggs me on, more determined than ever to make her scream my name—not fucking Randy’s. An ex, I’m assuming.
I’m the only man she’ll be thinking of this time.
Those teasing eyes of hers, trying to piss me off, to push me over the edge, like she doesn’t realize this is my favorite game.
Rile her up, then reap the rewards.
A man who’s been through hell knows how to appreciate heaven when he finds it.
And between Lexi’s legs is the closest I’ve ever found to heaven.
Her underwear come off next, and the bed of soft curls waiting for me there—not quite as unruly as the ones on her head, these have been tamed—they have my mouth watering.
Gripping beneath her thighs, I reposition her so her entrance is close to the edge, and her head is leaned back on the shelf at the top of the line.
My view is fucking perfect. I hope hers is too.
Crouching down, one knee on the ground, I lean forward and lick her from bottom to top.
Her legs shake, but she holds back her moan, barely giving me anything in the way of noise. It makes my grin peek out.
She’s gonna make me work for her sounds, but I’m okay with some dirty work.
Tongue probing her slit, I sink into her, filling her warmth with more than my fingers this time, and getting my first real taste.
Her hips shift, and I flick my eyes up to hers to watch. Heavy-lidded, she’s watching with a pained expression. Like she doesn’t want this to feel as good as it does, or maybe she wishes the visual weren’t quite so hot to match.
Pulling back just enough, I ask, “Do you like seeing me on my knees for you?”
“No.”
“That why my chin is drenched, little liar? Because you don’t like this?”
My tongue licks a path up to her clit and the tip plays with what I find there.
