I scowled at him. “How many women? Please, tell me more,” I mumbled, full of sarcasm.
He cleared his throat, his smile fading. “None that matter. Will you be joining us for the meeting?”
The quick change of topic wasn’t lost on me. I still held my rigid posture, not looking at him.
“Judy’s not having me go with you guys.” I shrugged, avoiding his gaze.
“Would you like to?”
“No,” I said, resolutely putting my nose in the air.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
“No.” I scowled, fixing my attention on the dark hue of the wall across the room.
“You are quite the jealous bunny,” he breathed against my neck. Goose bumps lifted on my arms; I clenched my teeth, resisting the temptation with everything in me. His nose grazed up the column of my throat and he took my earlobe between his teeth, lightly grazing it.
I could not stop my shiver. His palms squeezed my waist, grinding my butt onto his hard cock.
Breathing in sharply, I arched my spine.
“My responsive Omega,” he murmured with praise in his tone. I shivered, whimpering. “I need to show you who I belong to, don’t I?”
He scooted me closer to his knees. It felt like I would fall forward but he kept a firm grip flat on my belly while he rolled the hem of my black skirt to my waist.
A wave of lust grabbed onto me, enhanced by the clinking of a belt unbuckling. I sat on the precipice of need.
Both of his palms settled on my hips, and I gripped the handles on the chair to help him guide me.
He moved my panties aside and his soft tip pressed against my wet folds, and inch by inch, he dragged me down his member until I was seated on his knot. Shivers wracked my frame, and my channel clamped into him. He pulled me back to lean against his front.
“Here we are,” he crooned and the tip of him throbbed deep inside, filling me at this angle. I leaned back, head turning to look up at his jaw. I pressed my lips against the bottom of his chin. I moved my hips in a circle. The walls of my channel clutched him tight, wrenching a soft groan from him.
“Your cock feels good.”
“My what?”
“Your cock,” I breathed again, stuttering over the word. He chuckled, the sound husky and deep, and he pushed his hips up, grinding into me.
“Baby, my cock is always yours.” Pleasure ballooned in my chest.
“Mine?” I whispered hesitantly.
“Mhmm.” His hands dropped on the bars of his chair, and he tipped back, slightly rocking me in his chair while keeping his cock fully seated me.
I gasped, my eyelids fluttering. Being joined to him like this for always sounded glorious.
A loud ring broke through my noises.
My channel tightened around him and he mimicked my gasp. The door was still closed. My heart raced in overdrive. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t resist despite my job hanging in the balance. Even if he was the boss,Istill had to follow rules.
His arm hooked around my waist, and he leaned forward to drag his chair closer to the desk where he snatched his phone off the surface.
“I should?—”
His arm tightened, and I shut up.
“Yes?”
