Page 91 of Pure Recklessness

Mr Devlin thrust two thick fingers into me and I gasped, the air leaving my lungs.

Jesus Christ.

As he pumped me hard with his fingers whilst still stroking my clit with his thumb, I squeezed my eyes shut.

I’d said using a toy was transcendent, but this?

My boss fucking me with his fingers?

I had no words.

This was out of this world.

I wanted to grab his cock so I could finally feel him, but then he did some twisty thing with his fingers and my brain short-circuited.

Standing upright was difficult enough. The pleasure zinging through me was almost too much to take.

My pussy clenched around his fingers and I felt my orgasm building.

Shit.

Already?

When I’d said I swore I’d come on the spot, I was only being half serious.

‘That’s it, Eleanor. Come for me,’ he growled in my ear.

My knees trembled.

My breathing went ragged.

My head turned fuzzy.

Electricity zipped from my toes straight to my head.

‘Oh God, yes. Yes, yes, yesss!’ A scream flew from my mouth as my orgasm ripped through me. ‘Oh Mr D—' Before I finished calling his name, he pressed his mouth on mine.

‘Ssshhh,’ he said before pulling away.

He was right to mute me. The who’s who of the romance publishing industry was on the other side of this wall and if they knew that my boss had just given me the best kiss of my life, then fucked me with his fingers, it wouldn’t look good.

But I didn’t just want his lips or his fingers.

I wanted him to bury his dick inside me.

Mr Devlin removed his fingers, then licked each one clean.

‘I knew it,’ he growled. ‘I knew you’d taste fucking amazing.’

A whimper flew from my mouth.

That was so filthy.

And so hot.

‘I want more,’ I said, reaching for his cock which was digging into my belly.

As my hand trailed over the shape of him, I inhaled sharply.