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“What are you planning?” She eyes me skeptically. “As your attorney, you should be sharing your plans with me.”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
The truth is, right now I don’t have a solid plan, other than using my British charm. And even though that works with the ladies, I don’t think it will with George Bennett.
My fingers absentmindedly dust over the exposed column of Alex’s throat as I try and sort through a plan of action. In the silence of my office, I don’t miss the sharp intake of her breath. Grazing over the same spot elicits a slight tremor in her, and she lifts her eyes to mine. Our gazes lock and she clears her throat as she shifts as much as the arm of the couch allows her. She’s still within reach, and I skate my fingers over the smooth expanse of her skin again. Her lips part, pulling my focus to them.
“I don’t want to want you, and I really shouldn’t because of…” She waves her hand as if signaling to the past. “... everything.”
My own hand falls away, not wanting to put her in a position she’s uncomfortable in. No matter how much I want her, if she says no, then it doesn’t happen.
She’s barely audible when she says, “But I can’t help but crave your hands on my body or your cock buried deep inside of me.”
“Alex,” I moan, resting my head on the back of the couch, cause fuck if I don’t crave her too.
I’m not entirely sure who moves first, but within seconds our lips crash together and she straddles my lap.
It’s a hurried kiss filled with tongues tangling and teeth clashing. I will myself to slow down, enjoying the feel of her pillowy lips on my own as I take my time to explore her mouth. She tastes like coffee and the sweetness of caramel.
Biting her bottom lip, I smooth my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress further up around her waist. At the release of her thighs, she drops further onto my erection. The heat through her panties tempting me as my cock strains against the zipper of my pants.
“Just this one last time. Then we draw a line in the sand,” she breathes against my lips, her voice thick with need.
Grinding her core onto me, I squeeze her thighs as I pull back from the kiss and press my forehead to hers. “Alex, it’s going to be over too soon if you keep that up,” I murmur through gritted teeth.
In answer, she tips her head back and grinds her hips even harder onto my now painfully hard cock, searching for her release. The little moans she elicits as she bucks against me and palms her breasts are nearly my undoing.I think I might actually come like this.
“Alex,” I warn.
Her heady gaze meets my own, and a smirk graces her lipstick smeared lips as she continues her steady back-and-forth rhythm. She thinks she’s in fucking control. And she just might be.
“You want to play, baby girl?” I growl, taking back the power she seems to have stolen from me. “Now you don’t get to come until I tell you to.”
A frown crosses her face, followed by a look of surprise as I grip her hands in one of my own and flip her off of my lap and onto her back on the couch. Hovering over her, I lift myself away from her; even in this position, she’s trying to get herself off.
“Please...” she begs.
Leaning down to her ear, I whisper, “You had your chance. I’d have made you come until you couldn’t remember your own name. Now you’re going to be punished.”
Letting out a whimper, she attempts to get out of my grip. Her eyes plead with me, and if it wasn’t for the fact that her hips are trying to connect to my own, I’d have pulled away. With her dress lifted around her waist and a skimpy red triangle, the only thing covering her pussy, she looks delectable. As I run a finger over her pantie-clad slit, she lets out a guttural moan of pleasure.
The corner of my mouth lifts in satisfaction.“Tell me what you want,” I command.
She holds my gaze, her own heavy lidded, before she captures her lip between her teeth. “I want you to make me come.”
I don’t answer her, instead I release her hands and pull her up to a sitting position so I can unzip her dress. Once it’s discarded, I ease her back. Kneeling between her legs, I take in the vision in front of me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so she’s spread out on my office couch in nothing but a red thong and her black high heels.
Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth, twirling it with my tongue before sucking it in deep. I love how responsive she is under my touch; even something as simple as me playing with her breasts has her moaning out for me. Moving to the next, I pay them equal attention until she’s begging me with murmured pleas to make her come.
“Not yet. I told you; you don’t get to come until I say you can.”
My hand skates down the soft curve of her stomach, and I don’t miss the slight twitch of her hips as I skate past paradise. Bringing my hand down to the back of her left knee, I lift it and drop it over the edge of the sofa, smoothing my hand up her inner thigh. My hand stops at the point where her thigh meets her pussy, teasing at the hem of her panties.
“Seb, please, stop teasing me. It’s not fair,” she whines.
I chuckle. “You want to know what’s not fair?”
My hand moves over her stomach again, this time moving up toward her breasts. I catch her hand as she goes to move it into her panties, shaking my head.
