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But just as I walk behind it, I’m completely dumbstruck by what I find—in a silver elegant frame lies a picture of me taken on my birthday when he and I went to brunch with my mother. This has my mom’s fingerprints all over it, which means the two of them have been talking without me knowing. Usually, I’d be pissed about two of the most important people in my life hanging out behind my back, but for the life of me, I can’t muster an ounce of anger.
Not when I’m staring at a picture of myself laughing at something my mom must have said, with Trent sitting beside me, looking at me like I’ve hung the stars and moon just for him.
Looking at me like I could do no wrong.
Looking at me like I’m his heart.
“Piper,” I hear Trent call out from across the room, announcing his presence. “I’m sorry I’m late. Rex and I had a meeting with the club’s lawyers, and time just got away from us,” he says, concerned. “Fuck. I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, kitten.”
“Shut up. Just shut up,” I say, rushing towards him and jumping into his arms, silencing him with a passionate kiss.
“Well, that’s a nice hello,” he coos, cupping my face in his hands.
“It’s going to get a whole lot nicer,” I say, sneaking my hand around his back to lock his door. “First things first, have you ever fucked anyone in this office?”
“You know I don’t mix business with pleasure,” he replies, offended.
“You did with me, remember?”
“You’re the exception. Myonlyexception,” he says, his black eyes turning soft.
“I better be,” I warn, kissing his chin, then his neck while rushing to unbuckle his belt and pulling down his zipper.
“Not that I’m complaining, but is this your way of saying that I’ve won? Are you calling defeat?”
“Never,” I smirk once I’m able to free his cock and wrap my hand around its hard girth.
“Kitten, your hand begs to differ,” he taunts.
“Don’t worry about my hand, Trent. Worry about my mouth.” I wink before falling on my knees and licking the bead of precum off his head.
“Fuck,” Trent groans, the back of his head hitting the door. “I should invite you to go out for lunch more often.”
“I invited you, remember?” I say, taking a good long lick of the bulging vein on the side of his cock before wrapping my lips around its crown and sucking him in until I feel its tip hit the back of my throat.
“Kitten, I’m having a hard time even remembering my own fucking name right now with your mouth on me, much less caring who asked who out to eat. Though I do love watching you swallow my cock. Fuck, you look good on your knees,” he says as his black eyes turn to that beautiful dark color of want and desire.
I keep my gaze locked on his while my mouth has its way with him. Breathing through my nose, I take his cock in as far as my throat allows it, relaxing it further so that I can touch my lips to its base. The loud groans Trent lets out only fuel me more, coaxing me to pick up speed.
I’ve always felt powerful in this office, but watching this man totally surrender to me, makes me feel fucking invincible.
“Fuck,” he shouts and then starts fucking my mouth with abandonment, his fingers threading themselves in my hair, pulling at the strands.
He’s close.
So close.
“Piper,” he struggles to say.
I smile as I start to hum in tandem with every thrust, knowing it will drive him over the edge. Not a minute passes before I feel the pinch of his fingers digging into my scalp as hot cum spurts all over my tongue. I swallow it down, keeping eye contact with him all the way.
“I win,” I say triumphantly, licking my lips.
“Who says I’m done playing?” he says with menacingly.
Trent then picks me up from the floor, wraps my legs around him, and walks me to his desk. He places my ass on the edge and then presses a button on his desk phone.
“Yes, Mr. Nichols?” Brigitte asks, sounding a bit uncomfortable with being paged after hearing her boss climax.
