“Shut up and touch me.”
“Demanding.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “I like it.”
I slide one finger inside her, and she clenches around me. So tight. So responsive. I add a second finger and start to pump, curling them to hit the spot that makes her cry out.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
I work her with my fingers while I lower my mouth to her clit. I lick and suck in steady strokes, building her higher with each pass of my tongue. She grabs the edge of the desk, her knuckles going white, her head thrown back.
“Look at me,” I order against her flesh. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
She forces her eyes open and locks them with mine. I hold her gaze as I drive her toward the edge with my fingers pumping and my tongue circling. I watch the pleasure build in her face, watch her climb higher and higher until she shatters.
Her whole body convulses as she comes, and her inner walls gripping my fingers as my name tears from her throat. The sound echoes off the walls of the office. Anyone walking by would hear. The thought makes me even harder.
I work her through every last tremor, then withdraw my fingers and bring them to my lips. She watches me taste her, and something shifts in her gaze.
“Your turn,” she says.
Before I can react, she slides off the desk and drops to her knees in front of me.
The sight of her there—on her knees in my office, looking up at me with those dark eyes—nearly undoes me right there.
“Kirsten—”
“You’ve had your fun, Mr. Karpov.” She reaches for my belt. “Now I’m going to have mine.”
She unbuckles my belt with sure fingers and unzips my pants. I spring free, and she wraps her hand around me, stroking once from base to tip.
“Fuck,” I grind out.
She smiles up at me, wicked and triumphant. “What’s wrong? Is the big bad CEO losing his composure?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I like the heat.”
She leans forward and runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, tracing the vein from root to tip. I grab the edge of the desk behind me to steady myself. She swirls her tongue around the head, lapping at the moisture gathered there, and then takes me into her mouth.
I groan as her lips stretch around me. Her mouth is hot and wet and perfect. She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks, and I have to fight the urge to thrust.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “Just like that. Take all of me.”
She bobs her head, setting a rhythm that has my vision going hazy at the edges. I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding on. Grounding myself.
She looks up at me as she works, maintaining eye contact, and the sight is almost too much. This brilliant, capable woman on her knees for me. In my office. Where I sit in meetings and make decisions that affect thousands of people. And here she is, worshipping my cock.
“You look so good like this,” I tell her. “On your knees for me. Taking me so well.”
She moans around my length, and the vibration sends sparks up my spine. I’m not going to last much longer. Not withher looking at me like that. Not with her mouth doing things that should be illegal.
“Kirsten.” My voice comes out strained. “I’m close.”
She doesn’t pull back. If anything, she takes me deeper, stroking what she can’t reach with her hand while her tongue does wicked things that make my brain short-circuit.
“I’m going to—”
She sucks harder, and I’m done. I come with a groan that echoes through the office, spilling into her mouth. She takes everything I give her, swallowing around me, milking every last drop.
