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He rubbed her clit faster, then plunged two fingers inside her pussy, causing her back to bow off the desk.
She kept her hand firmly over her mouth to muffle her moans.
Liam could tell by the way her pussy clenched around his digits that she was getting close, and he slowed his ministrations. He bit back a chuckle when her breath coming out of her nose sounded like an angry bull’s.
He brought her to the brink two more times, and each time he stopped before she could come.
After thirty minutes, the call finally ended—which was probably a good thing because he wasn’t sure he could trust her not to blurt something out in frustration.
Once he hit end, he bunched the skirt of her dress higher and dove his face between her thighs. The smell of her arousal had been making his mouth water, and not being able to taste her had been almost as much torture for him as it was for her.
His tongue traveled along her labia, and his semi sprouted to steel once her flavor hit his taste buds. He found her hard jewel and sucked while he finger fucked her.
Her hands came around to the back of his head, and she held him in place, lest he try to deny her a fourth time.
“Oh god, Sir, please don’t stop. Please may I come?”
Well, since she said please and sir…
“You may.”
Pumping his hand probably faster than he could if he was using his cock, he strummed her clit with his tongue.
He tasted her orgasm before her body began to quake right there on his desk blotter. Fuck, he hoped some of her juices smeared the writing on the sheet. It would be such a pleasant reminder every time he looked at it.
She cried out, “Thank you, Sir!” like the good girl she was while he continued attacking her pussy with gusto.
She twitched and tried to push his face away. “Mercy!”
Pulling his cock from his pants, he growled, “No mercy,” as he pressed deep inside her heat.
Fucking her on his desk was one of his fantasies come true. He’d never screwed a woman at work, let alone on his desk. It was as hot as he’d imagined.
Especially since the woman writhing under him was his dream girl.
They were barely four days into their arrangement, and he was already a goner over her. How the hell was he going to be able to let her go after four months?
The short answer?
He wasn’t.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Utah
Phoebe greeted them at the door when they walked in. The dog’s joy was palpable as she ran back and forth between Utah and Liam, trying to absorb as much attention as she could, while she whined with pleasure at seeing them.
Liam set his briefcase down on one of the chairs at the breakfast-nook table and went to the pantry to pull out a bag of dog treats. It was obvious this was their routine because the second Phoebe realized what he was doing, she ran and sat patiently at his feet, all the while her little stubby tail moved a mile a minute.
“Shake hands,” he told the pup, who immediately complied. He rewarded her with a “Good dog,” then held out the jerky stick. Phoebe took the treat ever-so-gently, then ran to her bed to eat it in private.
He winked at Utah when he noticed her observing the whole exchange.
She shook her head and mumbled, “You’re such a softie.”
Liam patted her ass as he walked by.
“Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished.”
