“Enough talk about work and your algorithm. I only want to know one thing.” I capture the shell of her ear with my teeth. “How many hours did you spend focusing on Elio yesterday?”
She stiffens. “Um…”
I tighten my grip on her hair, and her pupils dilate. “Four.”
“Four it is,” I repeat with a nod.
“What?”
I release her, only long enough to spin her around and flatten her against a desk holding a collection of cleaning products. I sweep them off with an arm.
“Asher, we’re atheadquarters,” she hisses, even as she presses her ass right into my erection.
“So tell me to stop,” I tug at the hem of her shirt, teasing the bare skin of her flat stomach, “and I’ll stop.” It might kill me, but I’d never cross that line.
Her only response is a whimper.
“Tell me to stop, sweetheart,” I grit out, calling on every vestige of my self-control. “Do it now, or I absolutelywill not stop.”
A heartbeat passes. Then two, three—
“Pleasedon’t stop,” she whispers.
Satisfaction softens my stance. I drag her shirt up like we have all the time in the world, when realistically, we both have places to be. Her absence will be noted faster than mine, since she has a reputation for coming into HQ early.
I strip her one item at a time, admiring every inch of creamy skin as it’s bared to my gaze. My movements might be leisurely, but my need is the most urgent thing I’ve ever felt.
When there’s nothing left protecting her from my gaze, I have to rub a hand over my jaw. Her curves are slight but delicious. Her hair is a canvas of darkness, striking a sharp contrast over her pale skin.
“Hold the desk,” I tell her. “Or get on your elbows and spread thosegorgeousfucking legs for me.”
She obeys without hesitation.There’s my good girl. I love thatI’mthe only one who gets to see her like this. I love that shewantsto yield power to me—that she trusts me enough to do so. I love everything about this.
I run my fingers over her pussy. My cock hardens to dangerous levels when I find her already swollen and wetfor me.
“My, my. Somebody’s already dripping like a needy, beautiful little slut,” I observe.
She releases a low, tortured moan when I rub over her clit with gentle, teasing strokes. Ten seconds in and her legs starttrembling.
I need to taste her. I also can’t afford to come in my pants like a fucking idiot again, but thankfully, I took care of the worst of my need during my post-workout shower. Ishouldbe able to control myself.
“Get your ass on the desk.” My tone is a mixture of anger at having to wait even a millisecond, and pure desperation.
Victoria doesn’t need to be told twice. She lifts her ass onto the table, leans back on her palms, and gazes at me with a mixture of deep lust and wide-eyed wonder.
I plant my hands on her thighs and slowly spread them before lowering myself to the floor. The desk isn’t low, but I’m tall enough to have perfect access to her gorgeous, swollen cunt.
“You might want to cover your mouth for this next part, sweetheart.” I’d do it myself, but I kind of want her to fail. It’s horrible of me to even have the thought, but I don’t mind the idea of someone hearing muffled noises from inside this room and wondering. I wouldn’t mind if Victoria screamed the whole building down and let everyone know who she belongs to, but she’d rightly fear for her job if that happened, and I don’t want to get her fired.
I flatten my tongue against her entrance, craning my head to watch her face as she slaps a hand over her mouth and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her nipples grow even harder, begging me for a taste, but I couldn’t tear myself away from her pussy if I tried.
I slowly slide two fingers inside her, inching them in just up until the first knuckle. She bucks against my face, and her hand can’t entirely muffle her moan.
Footsteps start sounding in the hallway. They’re fast and sharp; nobody’s heard us yet, but it’s only a matter of time. I need to hurry before HQ is too populated for us to go unnoticed. I fix my lips around her clit and suck, at the same time as my fingers slide deeper and curve to hit that special spot inside her. Now her handdefinitelycan’t muffle her cry—and we’ll both get fired if I don’t do something about it. The telling pulse of her orgasm flutters around my fingers, but I only let her ride a few waves of it. I pull her off the desk, spin her around, and push her upper body down.
She drops to her elbows, panting, letting out a quiet whimper, little trembles shaking her body. It’s the work of a second to free my cock.
I slide a hand around her neck as I line my head up with the promise of heaven. “Is this okay?” I whisper.
