Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“If you answer my next question really fucking well, I’ll give you a reward.” I brushed my lips to his jaw and felt how it tensed. “Tell me the dirtiest fantasy you’ve had about me during work hours. It should take place in a work setting too.”
He cursed under his breath, drained his drink, and set the glass on the table. Then he rubbed his hands along his thighs, maybe summoning the courage, maybe wiping off some sweat.
I took another swig too, then mirrored his move and set the glass on the table.
“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “A couple of months ago, I fantasized about you visiting a glory hole after a shitty day. And I made sure I was there. And you, uh…you took all your frustrations out on me. You choked me out with your cock and ordered me not to back off, and, uh… When you were done, you zipped up, told me ‘You’re welcome,’ and walked out.”
I’ll be fucking damned.
“Did I let you swallow?” I asked quietly.
He nodded quickly, just once.
I took a deep breath and fisted his hair, reveling in the feelings that flooded my system. The dark desire, the possibilities, and how fucking incredible it was going to be to explore the filthiest corners of his mind.
“No wonder I said you’re welcome.” I tilted his head an inch or two so that my next kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. “You’ll have to be real fucking desperate in order for me to grant you a mouthful of my come. Especially when I’ve saved up so much to fill your husband over and over.”
He sucked in a breath.
“You want both, don’t you?” I tightened my grip on his hair. “You wanna catch me fucking him into next week—but…as much as you wanna swallow me?”
“Ah fuck,” he exhaled. He tried to turn to me, but I held him fast. “I…I…”
“I have a better idea.” I nipped at his bottom lip. “You can clean us up after—if you’re a good whore for me.”
He groaned under his breath and pushed a hand on his crotch. “I’ll do whatever you want, boss. Whatever you want—whatever Nathan wants.”
I kissed him hard, having waited too fucking long already. I cupped his jaw with one hand and kept my grip on his hair with the other, and I took exactly what I wanted. He moaned and reached for me.
I let him. He’d earned it.
“I wanted you like this, James. Filthy and free of filters. No hiding from us.”
He nodded quickly, and I swept my tongue across his, tasting the rum, tasting the Coke.
“You’ll be my personal fuckhole at work,” I murmured. “Whenever I need a release, you’ll bend over or open your mouth.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I want it, boss.”
I tugged him back by his hair, and he hissed.
“You’ll run over to take care of Nathan too,” I commanded quietly. “You’ll fucking worship his cock.”
He swallowed dryly, panting. “I will. I will, Sir. I promise.”
I squeezed my cock through my pants, then undid my belt. “If you pinch me, I’ll interpret that as you safewording. I’ll stop. All right?”
He’d seen what I was doing. He licked his lips as I unzipped and pulled out my cock. “It won’t happen, but I understand.”
“Good. Get to work. Suck off your boss.”
He didn’t waste a damn second. He dropped his head to my lap and sucked me into his mouth as fast as humanly possible, and I tensed up, bracing for way more force. And teeth. But instead, he slowed down right on time. He coated me in spit, just barely grazed his teeth along me—goddamn perfect—and took me all the way down his throat.
I let out a long breath and scooted down in my seat. One arm along the top of the couch, one hand on the back of his head. It was pure pleasure. A steady pace toward bliss. All his focus was on my cock.
I shivered and felt my chest expand with each breath.
That’s it.
Fuck, that’s it.
Employee of the year, right here.
“Goddamn,” I exhaled.
I accidentally locked eyes with Jordan, who watched us with envy that looked like a kid being denied dessert while everyone else got some. But I wasn’t ready to give Jordan any attention yet, so I just closed my eyes and let my head fall back a little. The pleasure coursed through me. This was precisely what I needed before the interrogation.
“See that, sweetheart?” I heard Nathan murmur. “That could’ve been you if you hadn’t acted out.”
I groaned and guided James over me, moving him along a little faster. A little deeper. And right fucking there—he choked on me. Convulsed around me.
This wouldn’t take long.
I started fucking his throat, and James took everything I gave him. When I thrust, he pushed down. He licked, sucked, and suckled.
“Fucking hell, you gotta try out our new toy, baby.” I gnashed my teeth, the pressure building up faster and faster. “I’m pretty sure this is what he was born to do.”