Page 94 of Pure Recklessness

But because I didn’t seize the opportunity to stretch her open fast enough.

It wasn’t just that sleazy Joe I’d seen giving her the eye tonight. Every man in this building wanted her, but I was the one who got to taste her.

This wasn’t about my competitive streak though.

I knew Eleanor was more than just a prize to be won. My desire for her ran deeper than that. It’d been building for weeks.

I was attracted to her before she turned up in that sinful red dress.

But that dress was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I’d reminded myself that it was wrong and against the rules, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

I should be grateful I had the opportunity to kiss those soft, full lips.

I should be satisfied that I’d got to touch her sweet pussy and taste her.

I should be thrilled that I made her come so hard she couldn’t help screaming my name.

But now I’d had that appetiser, I wanted the main course.

Despite wanting her, I couldn’t act on those urges. I’d already gone too far.

At this stage, no damage had been done.

We hadn’t been caught.

I was in the clear. All I had to do was be grateful for that moment and walk away. Then everything could go back to being strictly business.

It was for the best.

I took out my handkerchief and wiped my lips and chin. I was bound to have Eleanor’s lipstick over my mouth from where I’d kissed her into oblivion.

God, that kiss.

If I had my way, I would’ve kissed her all night. But there was so much more I wanted to do to her.

The sensation of fucking her with my fingers and feeling her pussy clamp around them as her orgasm detonated inside her was incredible.

Ordinarily I loved nothing more than a woman telling the world exactly who was making them come, but for obvious reasons, that wasn’t a good idea this time.

My dick twitched again at the thought.

Looked like I’d have to wank in the shower tonight. My wrist might be better, but my balls weren’t. They were so blue I could audition for a role in The Smurfs.

Once my raging hard-on had deflated, I slipped out of the room and dived into the gents to wash my hands and check myself in the mirror for any traces of lipstick. Then I hurried back to my table.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’ Seb said, as I sat down then drained a champagne flute dry.

‘Had to take care of something,’ I said.

That wasn’t a lie.

‘I noticed that someone else was missing whilst you were gone and they only just got back to their table too.’ Oscar smirked.

Perceptive arsehole.

At least he hadn’t mentioned any names and kept his voice low. Our table was full again and I didn’t want the other directors getting suspicious.