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My mind immediately darts back to the afternoon we fucked on the deck of the Morrison villa. I fill my chest with air. He sees it and wets his lips, his eyes dropping to mine.
“What else can you do better?” My voice is throaty but I strain out the words.
He places both hands either side of my chair and brings his face closer. “Oh, there are a lot of things I do better. You haven’t seen a fraction of them yet.”
I feel a surge of heat between my thighs and I’m high on this feeling. This taunting. “Perhaps, um, we should arrange some sort of induction.”
He nods, his face serious. “I think that’s an excellent idea, so I can be certain as to exactly how you like to be managed.”
I swallow, my need overriding my brain. “I can certainly arrange that. And…”
I don’t get to finish my sentence as Isaac’s hands hook beneath my arms, lifting me onto the desk. Then he sinks to his knees. “Go on.”
“And maybe some kind of orientation,” I suggest, looking down at him on the floor. “You know, of the premises.” He puts his hands on my knees and spreads my legs apart, looking hungrily at the largely transparent underwear I threw on that morning.
“That would be very helpful,” he says, nodding his approval. “I can already tell the reception area is quite welcoming.”
I can’t help the blush that floods my cheeks. He’s so damn good at this. “A lot of effort went into the décor,” I reply, knowing he’s referring to my recent Brazilian wax.
Seconds pass as I watch him breathe me in. No words are spoken for the moment but a whole lot of meaning passes through our connected eyes. We are both raw and open, knowingly vulnerable to being hurt but, more than that, eager to live our lives. In Isaac I see adventure, laughter, wisdom, safety. God knows what he sees in me but there must be something, otherwise he wouldn’t be kneeling in front of me declaring his unwavering support for everything I stand for.
“You can tell whoever did the décor,” he says, a wink in his eye, “they’re hired.” And with that, he dives in, making me jump in surprise, before I melt at his decadent touch.
“Oh!” I cry out, the second my body realizes what’s going on. He’s lapping at my clit, quickly, hungrily. I’m spinning. My climax is right there, waiting, on the surface of a calm ocean. Only it isn’t calm anymore. It’s raging. I want so much of Isaac, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I pull him deeper and feel him suck my clit between his lips, circling his tongue around the nub, then diving into me, his nose grazing my flesh. I can’t take it. I part my legs further and lean back on the desk, presenting myself.
Then he stops.
I raise my head which is heavy with lust and shoot him a questioning look.
“Isn’t this a little unethical?” he asks, innocently. He licks his lips slowly. “Eating out the boss, I mean.”
I reach forward and put my hand to the back of his head.
“Don’t be so presumptuous,” I smile. “I haven’t hired you yet.”
His eyes light up before he dives back down, plundering me with his tongue. All I can do is collapse backwards, revel in his expert touch, and surrender.
