I can feel every emotion through our kisses.
And my god, does it feel good.
“Nate,” I cry.
He doesn’t say a word.
In one swift move, he unlocks my legs and spins me around so I’m leaning over the desk with my ass up in the air and my leather shirt around my waist.
His hands go to my stockings. “Don’t you dare rip those, Nathaniel.”
He laughs because he knows he was about to. “Yes, ma’am.”
He glides them down with my G-string, then stops short and sucks in a sharp breath.
He’s found my surprise.
“Fuck. Me. My dirty little goddess.” My head turns, and I look at him, rolling my lips between my teeth. Hiding my proud smirk.
This is the exact reaction I wanted from him.
He rubs his strong hands over the globes of my ass, then veers back and slaps my right cheek.
“Ah.” I jump forward, but he steadies me with a hand on my hip.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There is not enough time to do what I want to do to you right now. When did you put this in?” He rubs his thumb over my butt plug and presses, pushing on it, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Ugh…” I’m unable to form a sentence; the sensation is too strong. “Home. After sex.”
Nate bought me a whole set, and we’ve made it to one of the larger sizes. Apparently, I’m supposed to wear it for hours, which was not a good idea at work.
But I wanted to be prepped for him.
I knew tonight would be a night that he needed me, and I would give him anything he asked for.
He chuckles, then puts pressure on it again. “What am I going to do with you?” He runs a hand up my back, then unhooks my bra and pushes it up so he can reach around and cup my breasts and play with my nipples.
“I told you,” I pant. “I’m going to take care of you. I knew you needed this…needed more from me today.”
“My good fucking girl.” He spreads my legs, then reaches down and guides his fingers into my open sex. “I need to be feasting on this creamy cunt, is what I need.” He slides his drenched fingers out and rubs through my flesh and over my clit. I close my eyes, letting the sensation take over my body. “With your ass in my face.”
God, his mouth…
I want that, badly. But I can’t. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. And I don’t want anyone finding us.”
I glance over my shoulder to see him shaking his head, annoyed, knowing I’m right.
He leans over me, opens his desk drawer, and retrieves the bottle of lube.
“The top drawer, really?” I look at him deadpan.
He waggles his brows. “It’s a handy spot.”
“I’m really hoping that’s not a pun.”
He smirks, then bites my shoulder before placing the bottle down. He helps me take off my heeled boots and the stockings, then takes off his belt and unzips his pants.
“You could have just pushed down my stockings.”
