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“Like what?” He asked, his hand still rubbing slow circles.

“I—” The words were caught in my throat.

“You what?” His hand slid around my hip to the front of my pants. He unbuttoned them and began tugging them down.

“Dez, you can’t⁠—”

“Give me a real answer and I’ll stop.”

“I already answered you.”

“That was some bullshit and we both know it.” He slid two fingers between my folds and groaned against my neck. “You’re soaked, Princess. Does lying make you horny or you just like when I punish you?”

I let out a shaky breath and gripped the shelf harder as he started rubbing slow circles on my clit.

“Tell Papa what’s going on,” he murmured.

My body was buzzing. I was so turned on by this, the prospect of someone finding us in here, I could barely think straight. “Work⁠—”

He pulled his hand away and I nearly whimpered at the loss.

“Dez,” I whined, turning to face him.

“I’m listening.”

“It’s just work stuff.”

“And I told you I don’t believe you.” He stepped closer to me until my back pressed against the shelf. His dark eyes peered down at me and made me forget every lie I’d ever rehearsed. “But I’m not gonna force it out of you. When you’re ready, you’ll tell me. Right?”

I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to speak.

“Good.” He dropped to his knees.

“What are you—Dez, somebody could walk in⁠—”

“Better keep that ass quiet then,” he said as he pulled my bottoms down. I stepped out of them while he settled between the apex of my thighs. I gawked as he brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply before stuffing them into his pocket.

“Now be still and let Papa take care of you since you won’t let me do it any other way.”

The first stroke of his tongue made me slap a hand over my mouth to catch the moan I let out. He lifted my leg, putting it over his shoulder for better access and used the other to hold me in place. He licked me slowly, focusing on my clit, like we had all night and weren’t mere feet away from my staff and co-workers.

“Fuuuck—” I pressed my lips together.

“This pussy tastes so fucking good,” Dez moaned against me. The vibrations from his mouth made my eyes roll back in my head. I felt a bottle shift behind me as my hips bucked against his mouth. He was applying slow pressure to my pussy that made my whole body feel like it was being unwound from the inside out.

He released his grip on my hip and pushed two fingers in me and curled them while his mouth kept working. I was trying so hard not to be loud that my jaw was aching from clenching. Another moan escaped anyway—high and needy—and I felt him smile against me.

“There you go, baby,” he said. “Let it go, Belle.” He sucked and licked harder, pumping his fingers in and out of me until it felt like the levees broke. Not just my climax—something else. Everything that I had pushed down seemed to be pressed against my ribs looking for a way out.

I came hard. My hand flew to the back of his head and pulled him into me, my thighs shaking around his face. I bit down so hard on my bottom lip that I tasted blood. The orgasm crashed over me, and tears pricked my eyes, which only pissed me off more. I was not about to cry in this fucking storage room and ruin my makeup.

He kept going, licking me softly through the aftershocks until my body stopped trembling. Then he set my leg down gently and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I was a mess. My shirt was bunched up, wrinkled like Krista’s was. I was sure my makeup was smudged.

“Feel better?” he asked as he helped me put my pants back on.

“I hate you.”