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Horrified.
Turned on.
Giddy.
Uncomfortable.
Horny.
He rubs my hand over the fabric in small movements to make sure no one can detect it while clearing his throat. Someone starts to talk, but my focus can’t move away from what I’m feeling under my palm.
Fuck, so horny.
The burning feeling of my pussy growing wetter by the second has me shutting my eyes, imagining his dick springing free, laying in my hand completely bare.
“Kayla?” I snap my head toward Bodi, who’s looking at me with a smug grin sitting on a handsome face. The glint of amusement tells me he’s fully aware he’s torturing me, and my eyes shoot daggers at him.
“Sorry?”
“Are you still taking notes?”
I glance down at my notepad, then bring my gaze back up.
“Yes. Sorry,” I stammer. “Please continue.”
He proceeds with whatever he was talking about while I do my best to write everything down that’s being said. But with every minute, Bodi’s voice grows huskier, his moves more frantic, and my sentences become shorter and shorter until finally I just scramble down key words I can’t even decipher the meaning of. After another ten minutes of torture, and a lot of words I didn’t follow, Bodi finally closes the meeting.
“Alright, let’s get back together next week.” He quickly gets up, letting go of my hand, and I push out a breath of relief. With big strides, he walks out of the boardroom before everyone else, and I take the time to gather my stuff to give myself a moment to cool down. When the room is completely empty, I look out of the window, rubbing my hands over my flushed cheeks.
I knew he said he was going to torture me, but he caught me off guard, and fucking hell, it’s even sexier than I expected it to be. If this is how it feels for him when I keep pushing him into temptation, I have even more respect that he’s been holding off for so long. My lips purse, suppressing a smile with a bemused feeling as I find my way out of the boardroom and back to my desk. When I get back there, Bodi’s office is empty and my phone vibrates in my hand.
BODI:Can you get me some coffee from the coffee corner? Now, please.
I frown, until I see the please, then I put my stuff down on my desk, giving Agnes a coy smile. “I’m going to get some coffee for Bodi. Do you want anything?”
She looks at me from over the rim of her glasses, shaking her head to decline.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
With a steady march, I head back into the hallway on my way to the coffee corner that’s more like a small cabinet at the end of the hall. But before I can reach halfway, a shriek erupts from my chest when someone pulls me into the janitor’s closet, wrapping their hand over my mouth. My heart falls to the floor, my eyes widening in shock until the familiar smell of Bodi’s coco wax seeps into my nose.
Pissed off, I pull his wrist to give my mouth free rein and when I spin on the spot to face him, he’s smirking at me with lustful eyes.
“What is wrong with you?”
”Ssssh!” he scolds.
“You gave me a damn heart attack!” I slap his chest and he winces, with a grin splitting his face.
“Ah, baby, did I scare you?” He bites his lip, then pulls me closer by my neck. His other arm snakes behind my back, locking the door behind us.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re a tease.”
“I’m a tease?” I point my finger at my chest. “You’re the one who basically made me glide off that chair by rubbing my hand against your dick.”
“I know.” A boyish grin lifts the corner of his mouth and it makes butterflies fly through my stomach.
“IN a meeting,” I rebuke.
“I know.” His playful stance never changes, and boy, does it turn me on even more. My thighs clench together when he tugs me closer, brushing his lips on the corner of my parted ones.
“You seem pretty content about yourself, Mr. McKay.′
He lets out a pained moan. “Babe, you can’t call me that. You’ll make me come without touching me.”
“What?” I cheer. “I must have some kind of super-talent, then.”
A long, open-mouthed kiss lands on my cheek, and I hum at his touch. “You definitely have many talents.”
“Yeah?” My eyes close, wanting to enjoy every single time he presses his lips on my skin.
“Many talents.”
“Like what?” I ask while he moves his mouth down my neck.
“Organizing.” Kiss. “Planning fundraisers.” Kiss. “Making me laugh.” Kiss. The last one does something to my heart, and I gasp for air. I like how he points out that I make him laugh, because frankly, he does the same to me. My days have been so much more fun since I’ve started spending them with Bodi.
”Is that so?”
He hums in agreement while my hands begin to undo his jeans.
“Let me show you one more, then.” He pulls his head back, giving me a bewildered look. His eyes are no longer playful, solely glazed with a craving I can feel between my legs. When he just licks his lips in anticipation, I get down on my knees, taking his jeans and boxers with me. He peers down at me with parted lips, an amazed expression written on his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you a talent I reserved just for you.” Without waiting for his response, I grasp his throbbing length, covering the tip with my lips. Tentatively, I swirl my tongue around it, tasting every single inch of his skin while he motivates me with a deep moan.
I take him in both hands, then pull back, looking up at him through my lashes.
“You have to be quiet, Mr. McKay. We don’t want anyone to think you’re giving me special treatment.”
His hand weaves into my hair as he looks down at me with a tensed jaw. “It seems to me that I’m the one getting special treatment.”
Smirking, I run my tongue along his shaft, my eyes never leaving his, until he throws his head back in pleasure. Then I put my full attention on the piece of flesh between my lips. While I move my hand up and down, I take him into my mouth over and over again, sucking off the tip with an eagerness that can be measured by the wetness between my legs. I get more turned on by every groan he gives me, fueled by his demanding fingers fisting my hair. I love how even on my knees for him, I’m in control and making him come undone, and when I taste some pre-cum on my tongue, I let out a craving moan myself. It’s a sweet taste, almost fruity, mixed with a sultry tang. The flavor of him is intoxicating in the most delicious way and, with enthusiasm, I pick up my pace. The air changes, growing hotter every second as I keep going.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses when I rest his balls in my hands, playing with them, rolling my palms over his warm skin. Moans continue coming from my throat while I never let his tip fall from my tongue.
“You like this?” I murmur against his skin.
