His only answer is to push my skirt higher, revealing my thighs. He doesn’t speak again, and I’m not sure if it’s my invitation that garners silence or what he finds beneath my skirt.
‘You’re incorrigible.’ He chuckles darkly. ‘I’m very impressed.’ The remains of his laughter hovers at the corners of his mouth, his gaze gleaming as he adds, ‘Now, be a good girl and spread your legs.’
‘But the cleaning crew? Let me lock the door.’
His hands retract to my knees, keeping me in place. ‘We’ll hear them. Besides, we’re both fully clothed.’ His gaze flicks again to my bare pussy, and he smirks. ‘Sort of.’ Hands sliding a little higher, he massages my thighs. ‘You’re so beautiful, my lioness. And so brave.’
‘But what if they come in?’ I’m not feeling particularly brave. Maybe breezy. But between my hurried words, my pussy aches.
In answer, his hands drift to my knees where he parts me farther, the backs of his fingertips trailing up my inner thighs. I tremble as his thumb presses painfully against the bones of my hips, and I sigh another protest as two fingers slide between my lips.
‘Because this isn’t turning you on one bit,’ he murmurs as we both hear how wet I am. His smile turns to determination as he grunts, thrusting those two fingers deep inside.
His fingers plunge and curl as my own grip the edge of the desk. I might’ve felt powerful in my position above Dan, but his dark eyes undo me, and at this moment, I am owned by him.
With his free hand, he begins loosening the buttons of my blouse, pulling it from my shoulders. I gasp, conflicted, as the noise of the vacuum draws closer, catching my breath.
‘Relax, it’ll be fine,’ he whispers as he lowers his head to my lap. ‘But maybe keep the noise down. You don’t want the cleaner bursting in as you come.’
Fingers still inside me, his thumb parts me, his tongue brushing my clit. My insides clench around his fingers, and with his other hand, he returns the favour, squeezing one nipple tight.
I arch my back into his hand with a stifled moan, my arms sliding across the desk as I submit myself to his hands and his actions and, almost silently, come undone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
DAN
‘Close your eyes.’
‘No way!’ Louise giggles, twisting out of my hands. ‘Experience tells me I need to keep an eye on you at all times.’
My gaze is solemn as I stop her from pulling away, my fingers drifting across her wrist to her palm. ‘Please.’
As she relaxes, I take the opportunity to pull her down onto the sofa, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear before considering it might’ve been placed strategically there. She’d spent the afternoon at the salon in preparation for her dreaded work party. Hair. Mani. Pedi. She’d even considered topping up her tan in the spray booth, but I’d requested she draw the line there. Her skin is too beautiful to cover in orange dust.
‘Who can find a virtuous woman?’ I murmur, lost in how beautiful she is.
‘You need to advertise. Try Craig’s List or Gumtree over here?’ I smile at her attempt at levity, but I’m in a much more sombre mood. ‘You’re worryingly quiet,’ she adds. ‘If you don’t want to come tonight... ’
‘That’s not it at all,’ I answer. ‘I sometimes think I want to place you on a pedestal just to stare at you. Have I told you how beautiful you are today?’
‘Just today? Thank the salon, then.’
‘Every day, love.’
‘Besides, I don’t want to be on a pedestal. I’ve heard they’re not very comfortable.’
‘Take the piss all you like, minx, so long as you know you’re breathtakingly lovely. And very important to me.’
Her gaze slide from mine like silk as she struggles with my compliments. I can’t be the only man in the world who’s ever made her blush? I push the thought to the back of my mind. Those blushes are mine now, and I love that.
‘Darling, close your eyes,’ I whisper. ‘You can trust me.’ She raises a brow in disbelief. ‘You can trust me this once,’ I qualify.
She laughs as her lashes flutter closed, and I release her hand for a moment before slipping on her gift in the place of my fingers.
‘Who can find a virtuous woman for her price is beyond rubies.’ My words are a warm whisper as I place her hand on top of the other and back in her lap. ‘You can open your eyes now.’
‘Oh, Dan...’ Her words trail off, tears glistening like gold. ‘It’s the most... beautiful thing.’ Louise holds out her arm to admire the Art Deco style cuff I bought last week. It was antique. Almost a hundred years old. Silver and studded with red stones the shape of pomegranate seeds.
