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I squeeze my thighs together and pray he doesn’t notice the movement.
“Um, her name’s Meghan. We work together. She was wearing a dusty pink dress. She’s blonde...” I scratch my head as I try to think of more identifiable features.
He types away on his laptop and then his delectable mouth lifts on one corner as if he’s seen something amusing.
“She went home with somebody.”
I stare at him for what feels like forever. With a shake of my head, I timidly move toward his desk, stopping next to him.
I need to see who.
He slams his laptop closed at my approach, and I frown at the action.
Oh my God, has Meghan been taken by someone?
Is he involved?
“I need to see,” I state, looking down at him and trying to keep my composure. “No offense, but I don’t know you and you could be in some conspiracy to…” I wave my arm around looking for the right words. “To kidnap her.” I fold my arms across my chest in defiance.
“She left with someone from your party earlier. There is no conspiracy here, I assure you.” He holds his hands up as he leans further back in his chair.
He returns my stare, but for some reason I feel like he’s reaching into my soul and learning every facet of me.
Turning my head from his gaze—which is making me want to do things I never normally would—I stare out of the window at the clubbers below as I think about what he’s said.
Meghan’s a smart girl.
I’m sure she’ll be fine. She's an adult after all.
Deciding to text her again and ask her to call me as soon as she can, I make a plan to go home and get into bed. It's been a long week at work and I need to relax. Maybe I’ll even drag out one of my much used toys andreallyrelax.
I’m turning away from him when he grabs my hand and I stumble on my heels, falling back into his lap. He’s all solid muscles and warm body. Even though we’re both very much fully clothed, I still get wet from the contact.
Jeez, I need to get laid.
It’s been months since I was with someone—the whole needing to have some sort of connection with the person I’m fucking really does screw with your sex life.
Turning my head to apologize for falling into his lap—even though it’s kind of his fault—I suck in a breath as I realize just how close we are.
His mouth is inches from my own and it really wouldn’t take much for me to close the distance and have a taste. I’m aware of his hands touching my body, one on my waist and the other on my thigh, stroking small circles.
Shouldn’t he be helping me up, not holding me in place?
I wiggle my ass in an attempt to relieve the ache building in my core.
“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he murmurs in my ear and I close my eyes at the rumble of his voice as it runs through my body.
Before I know it, our lips connect and his tongue dives into my mouth. He tastes like a combination of honey and mint. It’s intoxicating. Moaning into his mouth, I wiggle my ass into his crotch again, this time eliciting a moan from him.
He lifts me from his lap and places me on the edge of his desk. His lips still devour mine even as he stands between my legs.
I should feel intimidated. He’s all muscle as he towers over me. He must be at least six foot five. His hand skirts up the inside of my thigh and caresses my pussy through my G-string. I tear my mouth away from his to gasp in a lungful of much needed air.
My body feels like it’s on fire and he’s the only person that can temper the flames.
I’ve never been this reactive with a partner before… ever.
He sits back in his chair and lowers it so that his head is aligned to my crotch. And then with no warning whatsoever he buries his face in my pantie-clad pussy and inhales a deep breath. My eyes widen at his forwardness but, as if on instinct, I lean back and open my legs wider for him.
