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He stood, pulling her up by the arms, then sat in her chair and maneuvered her into a kneeling position in front of him. He’d already mussed her perfect hair, and strands of it straggled out of her now-messy bun, giving her the sexy librarian look. Fuck, she was hot. He unbuttoned his jeans, his dick straining for her impatiently.
“Suck my cock.”
She reached for his zipper much faster than she would have if she was truly reluctant.
“Hungry for cock this afternoon?”
The expression on her face turned naughty as she tugged his zipper down. She gave him a sultry smile, and was rewarded by his hard dick shifting just enough to escape the now open zipper and smack her on the forehead. Losing her composure, she giggled, then backed up so that the tip of his cock slid down her nose to her mouth.
“Damn it, gravity,” she grumbled. “I was trying to be sexy.”
“Shut up and suck, Ophelia.”
A husky sound of pleasure greeted that order, and without hesitation she set to work trying to please him, running her shy kitten tongue over the length of his cock, teasing, tasting, swirling over the head, then back down to his balls, licking him there too. For a girl who’d initially claimed she didn’t know how to give a blow job, she certainly had made an effort to learn. Too damn well.
The tickle of her tongue, the sucking—hard then soft, fast then slow, satisfying then teasing. God, she made him crazy. The liquid heat of her mouth claimed every bit of his attention—the velvet softness of her lips, the darting of her tongue, the way she suckled him like it brought her as much pleasure as it brought him. She teased him, not keeping a rhythm or letting him get complacent. He gripped the arms of the office chair, doing his best not to moan or swear or force himself down her throat, ending things fast when he could enjoy the longer version.
Distraction. He needed one.
In desperation, he leaned down and unbuttoned her blouse then shoved her bra up, enjoying the bounce of her breasts as he freed them. She tried to gasp with his cock halfway down her throat, and he had to pause and think of building garage-door openers so that he didn’t lose control.
He closed his hands over her breasts and caught her nipples between his fingers, squeezing them until she pulled her mouth off of him and mewled in discomfort.
“No!” she whined. “I was being a good girl. I was sucking your cock. Why are you hurting me?”
A thrill of arousal that had nothing to do with the blow job had him hyper-focused on her expression and her sounds of suffering.
“I’m hurting you because I like hurting you,” he reminded her. “It turns me on.”
“You’re horrible,” she said, glaring. Her squirm gave her away.
“Yes.” He pinched harder, until she was panting. “And you love it.” When he let go she sagged against his thigh, sobbing quietly. He grabbed two elastics off the table.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh.”
He wound the small elastics around her nipples until the tips of her breasts stood out red and peaked.
“Ow!” she protested. “It hurts!”
“Yes, I’m sure it does.”
He rubbed gentle fingers back and forth over the tips of her nipples. After a few moments, she gasped and shied away, but then tried to take his throbbing cock in her mouth again.
“No. Up.” He guided her to her feet again, steadying her as she wobbled on her sexy high heels. Her panties had slid down her legs and were now around her ankles. Being a gentleman, he helped her step out of them and put them in his jacket pocket.
“Thief.”
“No, computer tech,” he corrected, with a wink.
“Mm-hmm.” She shifted, pressing her thighs together, then leaned forward over the boardroom table again, stretching out like a cat in a patch of sun.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
“Yes.” She spread her legs, and the height of her heels displayed her ass at the most enticing of angles.
“And what’s that?” He palmed her ass, parting it and inspecting her without touching her the way she wanted. The way he wanted to so bad he was almost shaking with frustration, even though he’d just had her a few hours before.
