beginning to make my way towards the elevators
when a pair of hands grab my waist and spin me.
“Oh no. I don’t think
so,” Reese states, gripping my elbow and leading me back down the hallway and
straight to his office. Shit. He’s not married. Now what?
Four
I was completely
unprepared for this turn of events. Everything was executed perfectly on my
side. I slapped him, called him out on his infidelity, and didn’t allow his
blinding good looks to deter me in any way. I felt powerful storming into his
office and telling him off the way I did. But now, now I feel like a meek
little church mouse as I cower in the corner of his office. He isn’t
married. That was not something I was expecting to discover and definitely not
something I was prepared to have to contemplate. I mean, what did we share
together other than a hot fling at a wedding? There wasn’t anything deeper
going on here, was there? No, surely not. No one develops relationships from
slutty wedding sex encounters. That’s not how those things work. If they did,
Joey would be in a new relationship every other month. My eyes slowly trail up
his long lean body and stop on his eyes that are curiously watching me. He has
regained his perch on his desk and hasn’t said a word as I fidget with my
fingers, debating on where to start. Fuck. I owed him a major apology. I clear my throat and step closer to him, seeing him shift a bit on his
desk.
“So, I was wondering if
it was at all possible for you to completely forget that I came storming in
here like a crazy person and assaulted you. If not, I’m not entirely above
groveling.”
He tilts his head and
strokes his jaw with his hand. Pushing off the desk, he bridges the gap between
us. “Well, you did think I was a married man who was fucking around behind his
wife’s back. I think that slap was justified from your point of view.” His hand
brushes my hair off my shoulder, the small gesture causing my stomach to knot
up. “Besides, I would hate to completely forget how incredibly sexy you
looked all feisty and pissed off.”
I laugh slightly. “You
thought that was sexy?”
He nods and licks his
lip as he stares at my mouth. I step into him, feeling his hands grip tightly
onto my jeaned hips. “Well then, I could rip you a new one for acting like a
total dipshit after you fucked me. It’s your call.” His chest heaves rapidly as
I run my hands up his arms and stop on his biceps, squeezing once before
flicking my eyes up to his. Hard muscles tense against my hands.
“Do your worst,” he
whispers.
My fingers trail up the
length of his tie. Yelling at him to make him want me was tempting. Really
tempting. But he had technically already apologized for his behavior, and right
now, I didn’t want to yell. Not unless he was fucking it out of me.
Gripping his tie in my
fist, I pull him back behind his desk and push him down into his chair. “I
choose groveling,” I declare as his eyes widen. Kneeling before him and
steadying my fingers, I slip them into his belt, loosening it and unzipping his
khakis.
“Dylan.”
My hand grips his
length and I pull him out, flicking my tongue across the head and glancing up
into his eyes that are now glazed with lust. My tongue swirls around the head
and down the shaft, licking every inch of him. I trail soft kisses along the
seam as his eyes stay glued on my mouth, his lips parting and his breath coming
out in quick bursts.
“That’s so hot, love.
Suck it hard.”
I smile and wrap my
lips around him, guiding him to the back of my throat as he lets out a hiss. I
want to take him completely, but that isn’t going to be possible. Not with what
this man is working with. Wrapping my hand around the base, I stroke him with
my mouth, sucking and licking as his hands find my hair.
“Jesus. Just like that.
Don’t stop.”
His hands guide me at
the pace he wants. Up and down, licking around the head before I take him in as
far as I can. My hand strokes
when a pair of hands grab my waist and spin me.
“Oh no. I don’t think
so,” Reese states, gripping my elbow and leading me back down the hallway and
straight to his office. Shit. He’s not married. Now what?
Four
I was completely
unprepared for this turn of events. Everything was executed perfectly on my
side. I slapped him, called him out on his infidelity, and didn’t allow his
blinding good looks to deter me in any way. I felt powerful storming into his
office and telling him off the way I did. But now, now I feel like a meek
little church mouse as I cower in the corner of his office. He isn’t
married. That was not something I was expecting to discover and definitely not
something I was prepared to have to contemplate. I mean, what did we share
together other than a hot fling at a wedding? There wasn’t anything deeper
going on here, was there? No, surely not. No one develops relationships from
slutty wedding sex encounters. That’s not how those things work. If they did,
Joey would be in a new relationship every other month. My eyes slowly trail up
his long lean body and stop on his eyes that are curiously watching me. He has
regained his perch on his desk and hasn’t said a word as I fidget with my
fingers, debating on where to start. Fuck. I owed him a major apology. I clear my throat and step closer to him, seeing him shift a bit on his
desk.
“So, I was wondering if
it was at all possible for you to completely forget that I came storming in
here like a crazy person and assaulted you. If not, I’m not entirely above
groveling.”
He tilts his head and
strokes his jaw with his hand. Pushing off the desk, he bridges the gap between
us. “Well, you did think I was a married man who was fucking around behind his
wife’s back. I think that slap was justified from your point of view.” His hand
brushes my hair off my shoulder, the small gesture causing my stomach to knot
up. “Besides, I would hate to completely forget how incredibly sexy you
looked all feisty and pissed off.”
I laugh slightly. “You
thought that was sexy?”
He nods and licks his
lip as he stares at my mouth. I step into him, feeling his hands grip tightly
onto my jeaned hips. “Well then, I could rip you a new one for acting like a
total dipshit after you fucked me. It’s your call.” His chest heaves rapidly as
I run my hands up his arms and stop on his biceps, squeezing once before
flicking my eyes up to his. Hard muscles tense against my hands.
“Do your worst,” he
whispers.
My fingers trail up the
length of his tie. Yelling at him to make him want me was tempting. Really
tempting. But he had technically already apologized for his behavior, and right
now, I didn’t want to yell. Not unless he was fucking it out of me.
Gripping his tie in my
fist, I pull him back behind his desk and push him down into his chair. “I
choose groveling,” I declare as his eyes widen. Kneeling before him and
steadying my fingers, I slip them into his belt, loosening it and unzipping his
khakis.
“Dylan.”
My hand grips his
length and I pull him out, flicking my tongue across the head and glancing up
into his eyes that are now glazed with lust. My tongue swirls around the head
and down the shaft, licking every inch of him. I trail soft kisses along the
seam as his eyes stay glued on my mouth, his lips parting and his breath coming
out in quick bursts.
“That’s so hot, love.
Suck it hard.”
I smile and wrap my
lips around him, guiding him to the back of my throat as he lets out a hiss. I
want to take him completely, but that isn’t going to be possible. Not with what
this man is working with. Wrapping my hand around the base, I stroke him with
my mouth, sucking and licking as his hands find my hair.
“Jesus. Just like that.
Don’t stop.”
His hands guide me at
the pace he wants. Up and down, licking around the head before I take him in as
far as I can. My hand strokes
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