Page 117 of Pure Recklessness

‘What kind of non-work-related needs are you referring to?’ he asked.

‘Relaxation therapy. Like the kind I received last night.’

‘I see.’ He smiled.

‘Except,’ I stood up and walked round to his desk, ‘before I receive any more relaxation therapy, I want to give some to you. To show my gratitude.’

I dropped to my knees and he spun his chair around to face me.

As I looked up at him, I swallowed the lump in my throat.

He was a vision.

So handsome.

So powerful.

So sexy.

When I reached up to his belt, he squeezed his eyes shut.

I was convinced that he’d tell me to stop, but to my surprise he didn’t.

‘Can I?’ I asked.

Consent worked both ways. I knew we’d be crossing the line again and the stakes were high so I had to double-check he was on board.

‘Yes,’ he growled, his eyes fixed on mine.

I undid his belt. Then his button, followed by his zip.

God. I was really doing this.

For a moment, I considered warning him to lower his expectations because it had been years since I’d done this, but I decided against it.

I’d read a lot of steamy romance and erotic novels since then, so I just needed to channel my inner female main character energy and try to re-enact all of the things they did.

Here goes…

I was a little shaky as I dipped my hand inside his trousers, but when I felt his cock straining against his boxers, excitement rippled through me.

After fumbling a little, I reached in and pulled out his long, hard length.

He groaned and a whimper flew from my lips.

It’d barely been twenty-four hours since I’d last seen it and I’d remembered that it was big, but Jesus.

How was I going to fit all of that in my mouth?

But I had to give it my all.

Wish me luck.

I leant forward and gripped the base of his shaft.

He was already leaking pre-cum, so I did the only logical thing.

Licked it off.