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But for all our fooling around, for all that I had taught her about my body, what she was doing under my desk was entirely new.
She wasn’t an expert, by any means, and I heard her gag more than a few times as she tested how deep she could take me. But her hand was wrapped around my base, trying to meet her mouth as she bobbed on me, and I was doing just fine.
She pulled back once more and laved along my length, the long flat of her tongue making my whole body burn like it was on fire. I didn’t know how that could possibly be a pleasant sensation, but it was.
“God, baby, you’re going to be the death of me.”
She hummed happily, and it was hard not to lose myself right then and there. Why was everything with her so much brighter? Sharper? Even touching her seemed more intense than I could possible handle, and yet there I was, holding onto my desk with my dick in her mouth.
I couldn’t resist any longer. One of my hands slid below the wooden surface of my desk and found the professional bun that always sat on top of her head whenever we were in the office. Tugging at it, I managed to pull her long, dark waves from it and bury my fingers in the tresses.
She handed control over to me so easily, groaning while I shuttled her up and down my length. I didn’t understand why she trusted me so implicitly, but it filled me with a warmth I wasn’t used to. A warmth that sort of filled my chest and made me feel more secure, more confident than I had ever been before.
Another little groan escaped her swollen lips, distorted around my manhood. I knew what she was asking for though. Like usual, she wanted more. Faster. Harder. The little virgin that I had somehow been lucky enough to seduce wanted to push her limits as far as she could.
I obliged her, pulling her down more, thrusting in a bit stronger. I never wanted to hurt her. The very thought made me want to crawl up inside of myself and disappear. But I couldn’t help but want to give her whatever she asked of me. Demanded of me, in that submissive, wide eyed way of hers.
It didn’t take long before I was about to reach my end, so I gripped her hair tightly and pulled her back. “I’m gonna-”
But she just nodded, letting out a little hiccup before engulfing me in her mouth and swallowing as much as she could of me.
“Shit!”
I nearly doubled over my desk as I spilled into her, feeling her swallow everything, I gave her. When it was over, I fell back against my chair panting, and she slowly emerged from under my desk looking pleased with myself.
God, she looked so beautiful like that. Her cheeks were flushed from her efforts and her lips were slick from our activity and slightly puffy. If she had been born in another time, there would have been chapel ceilings and statues made in her image, an homage to a goddess clearly stranded among mortals.
Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea. I could probably commission an artist to make a sculpture of her. Of course, it could never do her justice, but I wouldn’t mind having a reminder of her when she wasn’t around to worship.
“I’ll go get your lunch,” she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin that had been sitting on my desk before striding out.
Her words brought me out of my musing, reality crashing in like a cold wave. What was I thinking? Building a statue of her? That was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. That was something eccentric billionaires did with someone they lov-
No.
No.
I wasn’t allowed to think that word. What Bev and I had was just sex. Mind blowing, educational and incredibly hot sex. There were no feelings beyond our mutual admiration for each other.
I was not in love.
I hadn’t made it into my forties just to get all doe-eyed and slacked jawed by my assistant. I wasn’t going to be a trope like that.
Abruptly all of the warm, fuzzy feelings I had were gone and I stared down at my hands. There were still a few strands of black hair wrapped around my fingers, a reminder that I was letting her bind me up far too easily.
Shit. I hadn’t even realized how far I had slipped. Everything had just felt so good and the sounds she made… well, they made me forget anything and everything else.
My door opened, and Bev returned with the lunch we had ordered. Either they had been holding it at the front desk or our timing had been impeccable. Not that it mattered, because then Bev was marching right up to my desk and sitting on the end of it, right next to me, as she placed the meal in front of me.
