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She looked like a work of art, but I was prepared to make a new masterpiece when I fucking destroyed her.

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SUTTON

I should have felt exposed, standing in his office in nothing but black lace and heels while he knelt before me, but I was too focused on the scene in front of me. No one would ever believe me if I told them that Cain Ashcroft got on his knees for me.

He didn’t look desperate, yet he still looked as if he couldn’t wait to devour me as I waited to see what he would do next. Cain’s hands slid up my legs, starting at my ankles and moved slowly toward my thighs. I gasped when his thumbs ran along my inner thighs.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine even as his hands continued their journey.

I should have been thinking about my plan, about why I’d really come here, about the files I needed to access. Instead, my mind was blank except for what he planned to do next, his touch, and the memory of what those hands were capable of which was both violence and pleasure. My body clearly didn’t care when it came to him because I wasn’t pulling away. The magnetism I felt toward him whenever we were close to one another should be studied. Here’s to another bad decision that I was willfully making.

“Tell me what you want, Sutton,” he demanded.

What I wanted and what I needed were two entirely different things. I wanted his mouth on me. I needed to find those files.

“Keep touching me,” I whispered, deciding to give in to what I wanted first. The need could wait until my wants were met.

His smile was predatory as his hands gripped my thong. “I intend to do much more than just touch you.”

Cain slid the lace down my legs and when I stood bare from the waist down before him, he said, “Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

I did as he instructed and the vulnerability of the position should have made me feel powerless, but something in his gaze as he looked up at me from his knees made me feel like I was the one in control.

“Beautiful,” he whispered again as his gaze zeroed in on my pussy as if it was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. It wasn’t a surprise what was coming next. I braced myself with my hands behind me and jumped when I knocked something to the floor. Neither of us cared enough to look to find out what it was.

Cain’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward, his breath hot against my inner thigh. I couldn’t look away from him, nor could I stop the way my body responded to him and the anticipation about what was to come next. His hands grabbed my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned his head between them.

“I’ve been thinking about tasting you since the night of the gala,” he said.

The first touch of his tongue against my clit made me gasp. I moved my hands so that I could grip the edge of his desk to maintain some sort of balance, but with how this was going, I didn’t know how long I would be able to hold on. His tongue slid between my folds and I let the moan that I’d been holding back fall from my lips. I expected Cain to be good at this partially because of how cocky he was, but the way he worked his mouth against me was beyond my wildest dreams. I swear, each stroke of his tongue was done with purpose, and if you had told me he mapped and directed this exact moment in his mind a thousand times before, I would believe you.

“Oh, God,” I gasped as he sucked my clit between his lips.

My fingers dug into the edge of his desk, in an effort to keep myself upright. His hands tightened on my thighs, keeping them spread wide as he ate me out like his life depended on it. One of his hands moved from my thigh, and I felt his fingers slide inside me as he continued his assault on my clit. The dual sensations made my head fall back, and my eyes closed as pleasure coursed through every vein in my body. His fingers curled upward, finding my G-spot, and now I was questioning whether or not I would be able to walk out of here under my own power.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I forced my eyes open, looking down to find him watching me intently as he worked me with his mouth and fingers. The intensity in his gaze should have frightened me after what I’d seen him do, but instead it only heightened everything I was feeling.

“Cain,” I gasped, one of my hands moving to his hair, gripping the perfectly styled strands. “I’m close.”

He hummed against my pussy in approval and the vibration sent another wave of pleasure through my body. His fingers moved faster as his mouth worked overtime to complete the task. I was falling apart under his touch and I could hear my moans and groans getting louder, not caring who could hear me outside of these four walls.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm crashed through me to the point where I nearly screamed, but overcorrected and bit my lip to keep from bringing even more attention to what we were doing. My thighs trembled as I rode out the waves he’d caused my body. He kept the same tempo through my climax, not easing up until I gently pushed his head away when it became too much.

“Fuck,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath as I looked down at him. How was this currently happening was all I could think. If someone had told me this was a dream and a nightmare, I would have believed them without a doubt.

Cain rose to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and the gesture was so primal that I swear I got wetter.

“That was just the beginning, little lamb,” he said.

He leaned in and kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips. I moaned into his mouth, my hands moving to his belt. I needed him inside me now. All thoughts of my original mission had evaporated, at least for the time being.

“Turn around,” he demanded after I broke the kiss.

I obeyed without hesitation, sliding off and turning to face his desk. He pressed against my back and I could feel his erection hard against my ass through his pants. His hands slid around to cup my breasts through my bra, pinching my nipples as I arched into his touch.