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When I pull out, her eyes watering as my signal, she takes in a heavy breath before I shove myself back in. With my left hand in her hair, I move my other to her throat and squeeze just slightly. Pushing my cock down deeper, I can feel my head in her throat and when she swallows,fuck, when she swallows—My spine tingles as my balls draw up and I have to stop myself.
I pull myself from her completely, satisfied from her heaving breaths and her mascara smudged around her eyes.
Knock,knock.
I’ve never felt such irrational anger. I’m the one who set this up and yet, it’s fucking infuriating. Tucking myself back in, I’m quick to lay the skimpy dress over her backside, which doesn’t cover much. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”
I wait for Braelynn to look at me before asking, “Did you hear me?” The deep flush in her cheeks deepens as she realizes we’re about to have company. Her hesitant protest is quickly dissolved as I bend over her, kissing her shoulder and placing my hand on the back of her neck. I whisper, “I think you will enjoy this. Be a good girl for me.”
With wide eyes and a short nod, she does what she’s told. It’s fucking addictive, the control she gives me. I crave more of it. All of it.
“Come in,” I call out and Nate strides in.
“Boss—” His words falter, just as his steps when his gaze shifts from me to the gorgeous woman sprawled out on my desk.
With a head tilt, he waits.
“What is it?” I ask him as if there’s nothing to be seen and take a seat.
* * *
Braelynn
The air iscool against my bare skin. The desk is cooler. I still feel like I’m on fire.
The door opens with a creak, the footsteps sure and carrying an ease until they stop. Embarrassment, shame—I’m not sure what it is that heats my face but I know there’s nothing I can do about it. Declan put me here how he wants me, and I don’t dare stand up; hell, I don’t know that I could move if I wanted to.
With my entire body paralyzed, and every nerve ending lit aflame from the forbidden aspect, I feel nothing but both wanted and ashamed.
Declan slides his hand beneath my dress as the two men take their seats. Declan is close enough to touch, while the other man, judging by the groan of the chair, is farther away and seated behind me, not in front.
The thin fabric of my dress barely covers part of my ass, and the rest of me is only hidden by the fact that I’m bent over. If I were to move, the dress would fall. My eyes beg to close, but I stare at the man who put me here. He radiates dominance but there’s also a casualness to him. He has everything I don’t have at this moment.
I’m only grateful that I can’t see the other man. My eyes stay on Declan as he toys with me in a way that’s almost relaxed despite another person in here watching. Declan’s fingers slip up and down, moving from my swollen clit that begs for attention all the way up, pressing gently, testing me, then back down. Over and over.
“Should I come back later?” the man questions. I think I recognize his voice but I’m not sure. Part of me wonders if he knows who I am. I wonder what he thinks of me. Just as my mind begins to race, pleasure halts every burgeoning question in its tracks.
Declan pushes two fingers inside of me and slides them in and out, his rhythm slow, then moves back to my clit. My toes curl in my heels, the pleasure building and then sending a tingling need outward. My only movement is to grip the edge of the desk harder and squeeze my eyes shut tight.
I’m so close to the edge. I can feel it. It overwhelms me to the point that I can’t focus on the conversation being held in the room. I can’t focus on anything until Declan’s hand slips away, leaving me wanting and he chuckles. It’s deep and low and the man lets out a huff of a laugh but it’s restrained.
As my high comes down, a sense of slight disappointment accompanies it. I stare at a beautifully paneled wall. There’s not much to look at. There’s everything to feel between my legs.
“I’m interrupting,” the man comments. He has a deep voice. Maybe he’s one of the security men. Yes, I think that’s where I recognize his voice from.
“No,” says Declan. His tone is sharp enough to make me think the other man is right, that he’s interrupting, but then Declan continues. “Go ahead.”
“Some news from the city,” the other man begins, and hesitates. “I’ve had a few different reports.”
Declan hums and leans forward, forcing my gaze to his button-down shirt, until my eyelids fall shut once more with the divine pleasure from his touch. He toys with me again, rubbing ruthless circles against my clit until I let out a moan I wish I could stifle. If only I had something to bite down on.
“From our territories or others?”
“A couple from others.” Their voices go back and forth, back and forth, but all I can feel is Declan. Declan’s hand between my legs. He nudges my thighs apart a little further under the dress, and I know I’m not supposed to move other than this. He’s good at what he does. And I fucking love it. I’ve wondered long enough and he’s exceeded my expectations with a sinful flare I didn't know existed.
Flames are coming off my skin as arousal drips down the inside of one of my thighs. The intense sensation concentrates on my clit, building and building.
Hold still, I think and pray and desperately try to hold my position, but the other man is talking when it hits. The orgasm rips through me with a sudden shockwave. I close my lips tight and try not to make any sound. It comes out anyway. My heels lift off the floor. The movement makes the dress fall to the floor.
