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His demand ramped up her own excitement. Pushing aside the papers and files he’d been perusing when she’d arrived, she lifted herself up onto his desk, so that her legs were dangling. But she didn’t give him the view he’d asked for . . . not just yet. He was still sprawled in his leather chair, much too far away, his body deceptively lax.
She crooked her finger at her husband. “Come closer. You’re too far away and I want to make sure you get a very good look.”
“You’re fucking killing me,” he muttered, though there was unmistakable humor in his voice as he rolled his chair closer.
Before she could open her legs, he wrapped his long, strong fingers around one of her ankles and placed the stiletto heel on the leather armrest of his chair, then did the same to her other leg, spreading her indecently, shamelessly wide.
“Do not move your feet,” he ordered as he sat up in his chair, which brought him intimately close to the crux of her thighs. “Lean back on your arms so I can see every smooth, waxed inch of you.”
She did as he asked, bracing herself on her forearms and exposing herself even more to him.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes blazed with lust as he looked his fill. “That is so fucking hot,” he said as he slowly traced a finger along the lips of her sex, which was now hyper-sensitive to his touch. “You have such a gorgeous pussy.”
His coarse words, spoken so reverently, thrilled her, made her feel giddy with the knowledge that he liked what he saw.
His fingers dipped into her core and spread the slick moisture along the folds of flesh, all the way up to her aching clit, stroking her slowly, expertly. She bit her bottom lip as her thighs began to quiver, while he glanced up at her face, taking in the thick fall of her hair, then the swell of her breasts nearly spilling from the scrap of lace barely covering them.
“You’re so soft, so smooth, and very, very wet.” He pushed two fingers back inside her body, sliding his thumb against that sensitive nub of flesh once again, teasing and tormenting her.
“Sucking you off does that to me,” she managed to reply, and it was the absolute truth.
“I think I need to return the favor,” he said, and moved even closer. He draped her legs over his broad shoulders, then dipped his head and trailed moist, suckling kisses up the inside of her thigh.
Watching him go down on her was so decadent and erotic, how he closed his eyes as he nuzzled his way toward her pussy, the way he blew a hot gust of air on her wet folds, and that first leisurely lick of his tongue that made her body jolt in shock before he settled his mouth completely over her and sucked her clit.
The surprising scrape of his teeth added another dimension of delightful bliss. She moaned out loud as pleasure, fast and fierce, lashed through her. Unable to support herself any longer, she laid back on his desk, her back arching off the surface as his tongue continued to flick and swirl and his long fingers pumped deep inside her, heightening the searing, relentless sensory assault.
Her body tingled with needs so intense she felt as though she was going to explode. And then she did. Her hips bucked against his tenacious mouth as her orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath for a moment before releasing it in a soft, keening cry. Tremors quaked through her, one after the other, and she rode the wave for as long as it lasted.
Her climax had literally left her reeling, and she was vaguely aware of Dean lurching to his feet. Wrapping his strong arms around her thighs, he hauled her bottom to the very edge of his desk, then slammed into her with such shocking force she felt as though her world had tipped on its axis.
She sucked in a startled gasp as he began to thrust, impaling her hard and incredibly deep. Each rapid plunge of his hips shoved her higher and higher onto the desk, until she felt as though she was going to slide off the other side.
Eyes wide, her arms flew out to her sides to grab onto something to hold onto for the wild, unexpected ride, and ended up knocking over a photo frame and some kind of paperweight. Both landed on the floor with a loud thud and clatter of noise—enough to draw attention from anyone outside the office.
She cringed, but Dean didn’t stop moving. His arms banded around her thighs, keeping her legs wide open so he could watch as he pumped in and out of her in long, solid strokes. The man was very visual, and he liked to see everything as he fucked her.
The intercom on his phone beeped, followed by his secretary’s concerned voice. “Is everything all right, Mr. Noble? I heard a loud noise and wanted to make sure everything is okay.”
“Everything is fine, Gail,” Dean replied in a surprisingly normal voice, even as he surged into Jill once again with a grinding motion of his hips that forced her to bite back a telltale moan. “My wife accidentally knocked a few things off my desk.”
Jill’s face flamed in mortification as he disconnected the call and smirked knowingly at her.
“You are so bad,” she said, trying not to laugh.
He slowed the rhythm of his thrusts, as if wanting to savor the pleasure, his own gray eyes glimmering with humor as he met her gaze. “Would you have me any other way?”
“No,” she replied honestly, because she wanted to see a whole lot more of this incorrigible bad boy who didn’t hesitate to screw her in his office, with people right outside the door.
“I also didn’t expect you to get hard again.” She smirked right back at him, though she loved that she’d turned him on that much.
“That’s what going down on you does to me.” He licked his still damp lips, the lazy in and out of his shaft making her restless for more. “I love the way you taste. Like ripe juicy peaches and cream. I could eat you for hours.”
A full bodied shiver coursed through her, and her inner walls clenched tighter around his shaft. The man certainly had a way with words.
“Show me your breasts,” he murmured.
There wasn’t a front clasp on her bra, so she lowered the straps down her arms until the panel of lace fell away. Knowing how much he liked watching her touch herself, she cupped both mounds of flesh in her hands and squeezed them together, then tugged on her nipples until they turned into hard pink pebbles. She rolled them between her fingers, and flicked the taut, sensitive tips with her thumbs. The quickening of his thrusts told her how much he enjoyed the show.
