AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Wrong. It’slet mesuck your cock, master.”
The elevator eventually starts to whirl as it carries me to the top floor. I can feel his eyes on me, and I consider flipping him the bird, but I know reception will also have access to the cameras.
I can tell he’s in a mood, and it’s dangerous. Happy Lance is a rabbit hole I shouldn’t fall down often. It has the ability to suck me in further than I already am. Like sneaky midday hookups in the middle of a working week.
The doors slide open, and my lip instantly twitches.
He’s nowhere to be seen.
“If you jump out and scare me, I’ll kill you.” I walk further into the room, shaking my head.
When I realise he isn’t in the kitchen or lounge, I bypass the gym and head toward what he said was his office. I never had a tour on my last visit, and it makes sense that he might be in there, considering it’s the middle of the day and he should be at work.
I push open the door and find him behind his desk, hard face glued to his computer.
“Why are you hiding from me?”
He flicks his eyes up but drops them to his screen again quickly. This time a smile paints his face. “I knew you’d find me.”
“I’m here for the sandwich. Don’t think I came here for anything more.”
“Okay, sunshine. Give me five minutes to fix this minor inconvenience, and I’ll fuck you across my desk.”
“Always so crass.” I tut, walking into the room with my arms crossed as I look around.
His home office is bigger than most, and I take my time as I round the small sofa, running my hand over the dark leather. “This is very… you.”
“Easy to wipe clean, too,” he says with a smirk, not looking up from his computer.
“The fact you sound like you’re speaking from experience is gross.”
“It seems like it would be easy to wipe clean, Scarlet,” he corrects. “Forgive my mind for running away from me whenever you’re in the room.”
“Better, Mr Sullivan.” I turn and face him, smiling, when I find him now watching my every move. “What?”
He swallows before he cocks his head, telling me to come to him.
I do, a knot forming in my stomach when his gaze trails me around the room. He rolls back his chair to make room for me, directing me onto the edge of his desk when I’m close enough.
“Hi,” I say, my stomach bottoming out from our sheer closeness.
It’s been a day.
One night away from him.
Does he feel this too?
With a hint of a smile on his full lips, Lance rises to his feet and leans in to kiss me. Long and slow, his palms cupping my face.
And within a second, the air around us shifts. My chin lifts under his hold, desperately praying he doesn’t stop.
It’s too tender.
Too gentle.
He’s never kissed me like this before.
I’m a little breathless when he eventually pulls back, and he pops a brow as if he wasn’t expecting the kiss either. He clears his throat. “I missed you.”
