“Come for me, Kat. I want to feel it,” he whispers into my ear.
And with those words, my orgasm racks through my body. My back arches as I scream through my release. My eyes drift closed, my head falls back on his shoulder as my entire body shakes. I have no idea how I’m standing as spots line my vision, and my limbs feel heavy.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he slides his fingers out of me. I immediately feel empty.
He guides me over to his desk, his arm still wrapped around me as my feet struggle to keep up with the movement. My ass finds the edge of the desk, and he presses against my sternum, gently pushing me back so I’m lying on the mahogany.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he kneels in front of me, prying my legs open.
“We don’t stop at one, Kat. I need to taste you,” he says as he pulls the fabric of my dress to one side. The sensation of cold air against my hot pussy makes me shiver.
My breath catches in my throat. His hands tighten slightly on my thighs, thumbs brushing absentminded circles against my skin, making me tremble. It feels too much. I’m too sensitive.
“Fuck, Kat.” He sucks in a breath as he takes in my soaking wet pussy that’s now inches from his face, his lip catching between his teeth. “So fucking perfect.”
He places his hands on the top of each of my thighs, using both of his thumbs to part my pussy. I push myself up onto my elbows, watching him. His eyes glaze over with lust, and his cheeks are slightly flushed as he looks at me, completely laid bare for him.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never felt more powerful. Here’s this monolithic man kneeling in front of me, worshipping me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this sight.
He leans in closer, flattens his tongue, and slides it from the bottom to the top of my wet pussy. I quiver as he finds my clit, and my hips jerk back. I’m so sensitive.
“I can’t go again. It’s too much,” I plead, every nerve in my body is on fire.
“Let go, little rebel,” he says before he sucks my clit into his mouth with an obscene watery sound.
My body practically levitates off the desk. It’s too much. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t even hold my body upright as I fall back onto the mahogany, and I cry out with how raw I am.
He sucks on my clit with such passion, the wet sounds of his mouth and my pussy reverberating against the walls. He quickly slides two fingers inside me, curling them upwards. Within seconds, my body grows tight with heat again. I’m apanting, writhing mess on his desk, and he knows it. He chuckles against me; the sound vibrating against my clit, sending shockwaves all the way up my spine.
He gently bites my clit, and I combust for the second time, my pussy tightening around his fingers as my second release electrifies my body. I scream, the orgasm lasting for what seems like minutes before I collapse against the desk.
He plants gentle kisses down my thighs before standing up, licking his lips. “You taste like heaven,” he breathes before taking his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.
My mouth falls open.
He takes this as an invitation to lean in, pressing his lips against mine in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips. I let out a small, satisfied sigh as I reach for his belt buckle. His hands wrap around my wrists, holding them firm.
“Not today, little rebel,” he says, planting my hands firmly on the desk.
My cheeks heat as I cast my eyes down.Of course.
He puts two fingers under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. “Believe me, there is nothing I want more than to feel your perfect pussy wrapped around this,” he tells him, a pained look on his face as he pushes my hand against his rock-hard cock. “But the first time that I have you willnotbe a quickie in my office. It’ll be somewhere where I can take my time and worship every single fucking inch of your body.”
The intensity leaves me breathless. I can’t think of any words to say, so I settle on a small nod.
I’m so unequivocally fucked.
Twenty-Three
Elias
Given Up – Linkin Park
The sharp smoke hits my lungs, and my muscles automatically loosen. My head falls back against my chair, my feet on the mahogany table in front of me. It’s 10 p.m., and Circle HQ is quiet. After a day of meetings, everyone has finally gone home, and I can have some fucking peace.
The soft hum of the AC breaks the quiet, mixing with the faint ticking of the wall clock and the distant rumble of traffic outside. Shadows stretch across the room, dancing over the edges of my desk.
I’ve been feeling a little jittery over the last few days. It’s been two fucking weeks since my forty-eight hour deadline with Michael. Five weeks since the first disappearance, and I have nothing to fucking show for it. After some mild threats, Michael did get me a name, some out-of-towner who was looking to expand their business. I threw every fucking resource I had at this name, only to run right into a dead fucking end.
