He pulls away and takes a step back, and we’re both panting hard.
Casual and professional, I remind myself.
I take a step back and swallow hard. “The tongue is a muscle, and it needs exercising like any other.”
He raises an eyebrow at me like he knows exactly how he wants to exercise his tongue.
I’m glad Maria is at a board meeting and it’s Nat’s day off, because I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to control myself alone in a room with Ed.
I keep talking about the exercises, and Ed thankfully keeps his distance. For a while at least.
I demonstrate the exercise in front of the mirror, showing him how to move his tongue to build the strength back into it.
He watches before coming up behind me. But instead of copying the exercises, he ducks down and slides his hands up my thighs.
I’m wearing a skirt today, and he pulls the fabric up as his hands glide up my legs. My mouth pops open as heat pulses through my veins.
His eyes lock on mine in the mirror, and he raises his eyebrows as if to ask: Is this okay?
His hand slides around the front of my panties and over my heated pussy. My eyes flutter shut as I nod my head.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Not in my consulting room, not anywhere. Paige’s warning rings in my head as Ed slides his hand inside my panties and applies pressure to my hard clit. All the warnings in the world couldn’t stop me now.
I flick the lock shut on the door.
Then I lean back to give Ed’s mouth access to my neck as his fingers glide over my mound.
“Yes, Ed. This is okay.”
His hot breath on my neck sends heat shooting through my body. I reach around to touch him, wanting to give him something of the pleasure that he’s giving me.
Ed spins me around, and my eyes fly open.
He backs me up against my desk, and there’s a wicked gleam in his eye. He drops to his knees in front of me and hikes my skirt up.
“What are you doing?”
Ed points to the printout of this week’s exercises and the heading across the top of the page.Tongue exercises.
My eyes go wide as he slides my panties down my legs and over my ankles. I’m wearing low black heels, and he slides my panties over them and discards them on the floor.
My heart races. This is definitely not professional. I should stop. If anyone found out, it would get me fired. But I’ve spent my life playing by the rules, and the thrill of doing something I shouldn’t makes my heart race.
Ed’s mouth closes over my pussy, and all doubts flee my mind. I grab the side of the desk with my hands, and a moan escapes my lips.
Ed pulls back, and I glance down at him. He puts a finger to his lips.
“I don’t know if I can be quiet,” I tell him.
He raises his eyebrows at me, then slowly stands up. “Wait, what are you doing?” The panic in my voice makes him chuckle.
His fingers glide around my neck, and he unties the red scarf I’m wearing. Then he brings it up to my mouth.
His thumb presses on my bottom lip, and I taste my own musky scent. My heart thumps at realizing what he’s doing. Am I going to let a guy gag me in my own consult room? Our eyes lock, and his are hungry with desire. This isn’t just any guy; this is Ed Turner, and I trust him completely.
I open my mouth. Ed slides the fabric inside, and I taste the smooth silk. He pushes it in a little way, then tilts my head gently to tie it around the back. He does a loose knot and tugs at it with his eyebrows raised. He’s asking me if it’s okay.
I nod.
