This time, her smile is genuine. The office is so lavish that it seems trashy, but it’s what people in the casino business expect. Wealth shows power, so it can’t be hidden. I much prefer myminimalist, industrially decorated office, but it’s not like I can take her there.
“This is where you spy on me?” She points to my computer screen.
“Yup. That’s the place. It’s where I stare at the surveillance camera longingly for hours, watching your every move.”
She throws her head back on a laugh. I said it as a joke, but it’s pretty much the truth.
Her eyes darken as she glances at me. “So what do you prefer?” she asks, crossing one leg over the other. The slit of her dress opens, revealing smooth skin. “The livestream or the real thing?” She bats her eyelashes at me, feigning innocence, but the way her lips wrap around the straw is anything but.
My dick twitches in my pants. “The real thing. Definitely the real thing.”
As if in slow motion, she places her glass onto the mahogany coffee table and lifts from the couch. Her walk to my desk is so measured and seductive that a part of me thinks I’m imagining it. The outline of her ass is mouthwatering, especially as it jiggles while she walks. By the time she turns around and perches that incredible ass on my desk, I’m fully bricked up.
“You can’t be sure unless you try it out, can you?” she asks, and I’m nodding profusely.
In the back of my mind, I know she was crying just a few minutes ago. But she’s a smart, grown woman capable of deciding what she needs. Ifthisis what she needs, I’ll gladly obey.
I stalk toward her, my drink long forgotten. She bites into her bottom lip, and I swear I see her nipples pebbling under the fabric of her dress.
Slowly and meticulously, I move each item from my desk, placing it in its designated spot. I take off my jacket, fold it neatly on the chair and roll my sleeves up. I’m a control freak who likes things being in their place, but that’s not why I do it. No, it’s because I want the tension to eat her alive. From the sound of her shortened breaths, I’d say I’m doing a good job.
I approach her, the palms of my hands trailing over her covered thighs. I study her eyes, searching for any remaining signs of her shock, but instead of the mist that was there before, her pupils are now blown wide, her eyes swimming with lust.
My lips brush over hers, and she sucks in a breath. It’s enough for me to slip my hand behind her head and reward her with a long, passionate kiss. Our mouths fuse, our tongues dancing together. Without pulling away, I lift the dress up her thighs until I reach her hips. She lets out a whimper. I scoot her ass back and drop my lips to her neck, continuing the exploration. The alluring scent of vanilla hits my nostrils, eliciting a growl. I pull away, splaying my palm over her chest and pressing her to lie down on my desk.
My fingers hook into the lace of her underwear and peel it down her legs, before spreading her knees wide open.
My gaze trails her form as my heartbeat reaches its peak. Her mussed auburn hair, her red swollen lips. Her nipples now poking through the dress, her soft thighs spread open for me. And that pussy.Fuck.
“You know, this is just the decoration that this office was missing. You. Served up for me.”
She lets out a soft chuckle that turns to a moan when I drop to my knees and blow a cool breath over her sensitive flesh. My tongue darts out to taste her.
She exhales, her gorgeous ass writhing on my desk. She’s wet already, her taste coating my tongue, and I can’t help but grab her thighs, digging in deeper. I circle her clit, then slip my tongue inside of her, repeating the process over and over again.
This won’t make her come; I know that. But getting her to come is only my second priority. The first one is making her lose her mind. I want her so horny she forgets all about what happened on the casino floor.
“Look at you. So fucking soaked for me,” I rumble, barely disconnecting my mouth from her pussy.
She attempts to close her legs, but I’m not having it. Myfingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Her back arches off the desk as I suck her clit into my mouth. My cock is throbbing in my pants, every delicious sound that escapes her making the pain worse. Just as I feel her getting closer to the edge, I move my attention from her incredible pussy, lower the top of her dress and nip a rock-hard nipple.
“Fuck, Leon,” she breathes out.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Something you need?” I circle the gorgeous buds with my tongue.
“Y-yeah…”
“Like what?” My hand snakes back down to her pussy, my fingers brushing over it.
Once again, her voice is a breathy moan.
“You wantthis?” One more brush over her clit. “Or would you prefer me sucking on this pretty cunt until she covers me with her juices?”
I make quick work of getting back down on my knees in front of her and land a harsh nip to her clit. Her moan is loud enough to carry through the walls of my office, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I slip two fingers inside of her, marveling at the tight heat. Fuck, my cock aches to do the same. I curl the fingers to hit her G-spot and focus back on her clit. Just as she starts to tremble, a knock sounds at my door.
Alex gasps, and I stop my movements. She scrambles to get up, but I keep her pinned to the desk, her legs still wide open.
