Page 67 of Her Wicked Plan

My eyes move quickly. Veronica stares at the buttons and then blinks up at me. A flash of innocence embedded in her eyes is something I never thought I’d see from her.

My body heats at the sight in front of me. Those dirty thoughts of her staring up at me like this while on her knees flood my mind.

“Veronica...” My voice remains low, just above a whisper.

“Just one kiss.” She begs while her fingers curl around my shirt. “Ever since you kissed me the last time, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. It replays in my mind every night.” She tugs on my shirt, pulling me into her. “And when it does, my hands find their way between my legs… ”

“Fuck's sake,” I mutter under my breath.

“Claim me, Leo.” Another plea passes her lips as her grasp brings my mouth closer to hers. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I want to be your little secret.”

No more words were spoken between us. The only noise that fills the office is my heavy breathing. Veronica’s remains steady until I finally lower my lips to hers, pressing down hard. Full of heat and hunger, I kiss her like my life depends on it.

Our mouths move fluently together as if we were speaking a language only the two of us know how to speak. Realizing my arms have been down my by side this whole time, they find a home on her waist. My fingers roughly dig into her sides.

A groan curls up my throat, spilling into her mouth. With the sound that erupted from me, Veronica divides her lips, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue against hers.

Our lips meeting was one thing, but once our tongues met, a spark ignited between us. An electric current so powerful it messes with my head. Even with my eyes closed, I can sense the room spinning, making me hold on to Veronica tighter.

Needing to steady us, I allow my hands to slide over her ass and to the back of her thighs. Lifting her, I walk us to my desk, where I set her down and yank her towards me. I’m fucking hard as a rock because of her, and I press into her, letting her know what she is doing to me.

Her mouth moves quickly before I detach from her, earning a light whimper as I pepper kisses down her jaw and to her neck. Sucking gently on the skin, careful not to leave any marks.

“I wish I could claim you in the way I really want to.” Her head tilts to the side, giving me more access. “I want to leave marks all over this perfect body of yours.”

A gasp escapes her, making me peel my lips away from her neck. I release my hold on her hip and raise it to her throat. I watch her facial expression for any inkling that it’s too much.

My fingers wrap around her perfect skin, pushing the tips harshly into her neck. Those beautiful doe eyes roll into the back of her head.

She likes this.

Good.

Without warning, I shove her backward until she slams against the top of my desk. Veronica’s eyes snap open to find mine immediately. “Leave your mark on me, Leo, please.” She begs hoarsely because of the pressure I’m applying to her throat. “It can be in a place no one can see but me.” She licks her swollen lips. “I want to be reminded that I’m yours.”

“Listen to yourself.” I laugh darkly, bringing my face down to hers. “Begging like a fucking whore. Wanting to be owned like a piece of property.”

“Oh, my God...” Her eyes roll back again at my filthy words.

“You and I both know you don’t believe in God, Vee.” That earns me an even louder moan. I remove my hand, trailing it down her clothed body.

Why is she still wearing these?

My hands find the hem of her shirt, and I move it up her body, stopping right below her breasts. Lowering my head, I press my lips softly against her smooth stomach.

I kiss every inch of visible skin, focusing on how undone she is becoming. Her back arches off the surface as I wander lower, sucking on the skin of her hip. With a free hand, I push on her stomach, forcing her back down.

I continue to suck on her skin until I’m satisfied it will leave a mark, and when I pull back, I see it form. I watch it grow darker on her body, turning me feral. “Bet you’re dripping right now, Vee.”

“Yes.” She nods desperately, lips parting as she tries to catch her breath.

I curl my fingers around the band of her sweats, only to snap them against her body.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, kissing the material around her waist. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you.”