Page 180 of Her Wicked Plan

His fingers move up, digging harshly into my cheeks. It forces my mouth to open but only a little, and with that small opening, Leo inserts his thumb past my lips, hooks to the back of my bottom teeth, and pulls my mouth open further.

As his finger still lingers between my tongue and teeth, his cock finds its home. He slips it between my lips and then withdraws his fingers.

Strong hands meet the sides of my face, holding me still. Trapping me. I whimper around him, causing his head to fall back with labored breathing. His fingers dig into my scalp as he steadies my head, thrusting his hips forward while he fucks my mouth.

While he takes what he wants.

I keep my eyes on him, on the way the vein in his neck pulses so rapidly with how hard his heart is beating.

Leo allows his head to fall forward, chin meeting his chest while he gazes down into my eyes. He appears drunk. Even though there isn’t an ounce of alcohol in his system, he isn’t drunk on liquor, beer, or wine.

He is drunk on me.

I thrum in approval from being the person to make him feel this way. Every time the tip of his cock meets the back of my throat, earning another moan from me.

A tear slides out from the corner of my eye from the lack of air. As I lose the ability to breathe, a single drop of liquid rolls down my cheek.

“So pretty when you cry for me.” Leo brushes the tear away with his thumb and then lifts it to his mouth. I watch as his thumb passes his lips, sucking the tear off his finger. The action causes me to press my legs together, and I get the insane rush of need flow through me.

I need him to touch me with every fiber of my being.

Just when he removes himself from my mouth, providing me a moment to catch my breath, I want to ask him to just fuck me instead of prolonging this.

When the air reaches my lungs and words crawl up my throat... two knock sounds at the door. My head whips back, and Leo’s eyes lift to stare at the door slowly opening.

I glance back at him, finding panic written across his face. Without thinking, he nudges me under his desk, in the little closed-off space where his legs would be if he were sitting in his chair. He sits down hurriedly in his seat, rolling the wheels forward until his bottom half is hidden under the desk with me. Leo widens his legs to give me more space.

It’s small down here, but there is enough room for me to sit comfortably. If I were claustrophobic, I’d have a panic attack, but not with the comfort of him sitting before me. Not when I see he didn’t have enough time to tuck himself back into his pants.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you.” Scarlet's voice sounds sweet and innocent as the apology bounces off the office walls. Under here, it’s dull, but I can still sense the tone, anyway.

“What do you want?” Leo doesn’t bother with the niceties. His tone is rough and hard-edged as he gets to the point.

Anger bubbles inside me, knowing she is here against his wishes.

Against my threat.

“Dr. Bennett would have come instead of me, but he and Edith are in a meeting.” The door closes softly behind her. The taps of her shoes hitting the floor as she advances the desk.

Rolling my jaw, I see past her bullshit excuses to be here. Ever so slightly, I move my arm up, and it grazes over the fabric of his pants. I’m unsure if he felt the light brush, but I know he would feel this.

I wrap my hand around him, it twitching in my palm, and he shifts in his seat, not expecting this to happen. To Scarlet, it might look like he is adjusting himself in his chair.

Getting comfortable. My hand moves up and down, slowly massaging him. The tip of his shoe taps against my leg twice, a silent order to knock it off, but I am me. Do I ever listen?

“Again, what do you want?” he asks her, seeing as she hasn’t gotten to her point.

“One of my patients is being removed from the ward and coming down to this one.” A folder is gently set on the desk surface. “She has been making great progress, and Dr. Bennett wanted to see if you’d be willing to be her doctor. He trusts that you’d be able to handle her, seeing as you could tighten the reins on Veronica.”

At the sound of my name, my hand stops.

“I’ll look over the file.” Leo clears his throat. “Let Dr. Bennett know I’ll be in touch with him.”

“Okay,” she responds in a hushed tone.

I hear her turn on her feet, taking a few steps towards the door, but then her footsteps become silent. Leo and I both wait in anticipation of what she will do.

I can’t help but wonder if she wanted to say something else to him but decided against it. We both wait for her to walk away.