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“Oh, but touching yourself is just fine, is it?” His eyes glitter darkly as I lean toward him, giving him a nice long look down my shirt. I drop my voice to a sultry whisper as I add, “I believe the line of appropriate behavior was skewed the moment you came for me while I watched.”
He groans and touches me again, tugging me close as his large hands grope my ass.
“Couldn’t help it,” he murmurs. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I needed to be inside you every god damned day.” He stands, pushing me up against the desk, hovering over me possessively as he presses my legs apart. “I want to make you scream.”
His heated whisper makes my clit throb in anticipation. My heart thunders in my chest as his hands wander over me, between my thighs, over my breasts.
“I think that would create a hostile work environment for poor Sherri,” I tease with a breathless gasp.
“Fuck it,” he growls. “I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name. Until you scream so loud that every person in this building knows you’re mine.”
I tremble as his fingers dip beneath my panties to find me wet. In an attempt to distract him from the almost embarrassing way I’m already soaked for him, I shoot him a teasing look.
“Oh, like how you wanted every person in L.A. to watch us fuck? Didn’t you say you would have to kill everyone afterward, because onlyyouget to see me like that?” I cock a brow at him, pretending I’m not flushed with desire. “Does the same go for the building full of your employees?”
He chuckles and leans down to brush his lips over the shell of my ear. “Yes. So I suppose everyone’s fate here hinges on your ability to keep quiet.”
That shouldn’t be so hot. But oh my God, it is.
Lucifer is rubbing my clit now, making me shudder. There’s such determination, such focus in his eyes… I can see it now, how the rest of his world melts away, leaving just the two of us when we’re alone like this. I like being the only thing in his world, even if it is just for a little while.
Something in the back of my mind wonders idly if I’m only a distraction for him, something for him to pump his frustrations and aggravation into.
Stress relief. Is that all I am to him?
But as easily as the thought surfaced, it disappears. I know it’s a logical leap to make, but it’s just not true. It can’t be. Not with the way he looks at me, or the way he touches me.
“Get on the desk,” he commands huskily. I don’t question or hesitate, hoisting myself backward onto the desk. Lucifer pushes me to lie back a little, then says, “Spread your legs. Wide.”
I do so, making a show of it, my hands on the tops of my knees. He groans as he studies my pussy, stepping forward and moving my panties to one side.
“Mouthwatering,” he murmurs as he uses to fingers to spread my lower lips. He caresses me as his eyes linger on the spot between my thighs, a fascination in his features as if he’s looking at a painting in a museum.
A thick finger thrusts into me, making me gasp. My eyes lock with his as he rapidly pumps his hand, adding an additional finger. His hand moves in a slightly hooked motion, pressing upward into me, hitting a sensitive area of my core.
“Are you a good girl? Or are you a slut?” he asks in a low, rumbling voice.
It feels like a trick question for a moment, remembering that he made me beg for his cock like a slut the other day. But he also called me a good girl when he finally took me, and the sound of his deep voice saying those words made pleasure pour through my veins.
I never knew this kind of thing could turn me on. Jason never talked a lot at all during sex, and I have a feeling that if he’d called me a slut, I would’ve punched him in the face. But with the Prince of Sin? I live for his praise, and his degradation turns me on.
“I’m a good girl, but I’m a slut for you,” I moan.
“Good answer,” he praises, his fingers increasing in speed. “What does the little slut want me to do to her?”
“Fuck me,” I breathe instantly. “Fuck me like you talked about in your fantasy.”
“You want to drip with my cum,” Lucifer says in a low voice, tugging my hips toward the edge of the desk as my back rests against the smooth top. We’re aligned so that all he would have to do would be pull his pants down, and he could slip right into me. The anticipation is killing me.
Instead, he keeps fingering me, twisting his hand slightly once in a while, pressing deeper into me.
“Yes,” I whimper, finally responding to his words.
“I’d fuck you,” he rasps. “But I wouldn’t take you on the desk like this. I’d have your knees digging into the carpet as I fuck your mouth. I’d push my cock into your soft throat and savor the way you choke and gag on me. Fist your hair and make sure you look at me as I use you for my pleasure. Would you like that, my sweet little bird?”
I don’t think I’ve ever been turned onwhilegiving a man head, let alone hearing about it. But here we are, me moaning and rocking my hips against his hand as I imagine the scenario he just described. How is the idea of being used by someone so hot?
A desperate noise slips past my lips, and Lucas draws his fingers out of me and slaps my pussy lightly, making me hiss out a breath as pleasure and pain collide inside me.
