“Fuck.” I pull back, smiling proudly at her and walking her backward. Lifting her to sit on her desk, I glide my palms up her thighs, pushing her skirt up so the top of her stockings peek out under the hem. “You amaze me.” Cupping her face, I bring her lips to mine. “You take my breath away,” I whisper against her lips. “Now lean back.”
“Huh?”
“Hands behind you, baby.” I slide my hands from her face down to her hips before kneeling in front of her.
“Leo.” She gasps but complies, leaning back. Her legs widen and I guide the material of her skirt higher. “We shouldn’t.” But her argument is weak as she lifts her ass so I can glide her skirt up to expose her lace-covered pussy to me.
“I need to give you this.” I pepper kisses along her exposed skin. “But this is also me taking what I fucking need.” She stares wide-eyed down at me, and I throw her leg over my shoulder. “I want your perfect fucking pussy on my tongue.”
“Leo…I…”
“I’ll stop if you don’t want this, but baby”—I drift my thumb over her slit and grin up at her—“you’re drenched for me.” Holding her gaze, I wait for her to tell me to stop, but she arches her back, pushing her pussy into my touch. “Good girl.” Tearing off her underwear, I put them into my suit pocket and press my tongue against her clit.
“Oh my God,” she cries as I flick my tongue faster across her clit. I’m desperate to make her come. I know she will not want to be caught, but I can’t help myself.
“You taste so fucking good. I could spend hours between your thighs.” I grip her hips and pull her hard onto my face, spearing her with my tongue. She pants above me, and her body starts to tense. “I want you coming all over my face.” I bury my face even more between her legs, lapping up every ounce of her pleasure.
“Leo, I’m right there. Oh God, please, Leo… don’t stop,” she pants out.
I couldn’t if I tried.
Just as I feel her muscles start to spasm, I press two fingers inside her, scooping them up to hit and stroke her G-spot. Her hands wrap around the papers on her desk and she scrunches them into a ball. Her legs tremble around my ears as I continue to stroke her, licking and circling her clit with my tongue as a silent scream falls from her lips and she convulses.
Removing my fingers, I suck her arousal off while she pushes up to stare down at me. “What was that for?” she says breathlessly as she repositions her skirt.
“I will always need you.” Stepping between her thighs, I brush my thumb down her flushed cheek. “But you just proved down there that you don’t need anyone else.”
“I—”
Pressing my lips to hers, I cut her off. “Don’t say you need me.” I smile against her lips. “Because you don’t, and fuck me, it’s hot.” I help her off the desk, and she pushes her skirt back down and holds out her hand. “What?” I question.
“I think you have something of mine?” She raises her brow at me.
Dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose, I whisper, “I’ll give them back to you later.” I back away and head for the door just as Grace barrels through it.
“What did Dick Face want?”
“Huh?” Ria frowns.
“Dale the Dick Lucas?”
“Oh, umm…”
“Bye, Ri Ri.” I begin to slip out of her office.
“Leo, I…” Ria stutters, her cheeks still a little flush, and it does all kinds of good things for my ego.
“Yes, Ri Ri?” Flashing her a crooked grin, I cross my arms, knowing full well she isn’t going to ask me for her panties back with Grace staring at her.
“I’ll see you later.” She straightens and gives me a small smile, just as Grace rounds her desk and reaches for the crumpled papers.
“Ria, why is the McNeal contract crumpled up on your desk?”
Chapter 42
Leo
“You both decent?” Grace comes through Ria’s office door, her hand covering her face.
