Page 115 of Indecent Obsession
“Wyatt, I’m going to—” My orgasm overwhelms me. The world flashes white around me as wave after wave crashes over me. He draws away and I breathe in raggedly, but then his cock drives into my pussy, filling me and tipping me back into ecstasy.
I cry out. My hand barely muffles it.
“Such a good girl, trouble.” He thrusts in and out in a lazy rhythm, building me back up until I’m bucking back against him, needing him deeper and harder. “You want to come again?”
“Yes, sir.” I’m almost to the point of begging because the feel of him is so good.
He rubs my clit quickly, expertly, until I can’t hold back. I scream into my hand as my release pounds into me. I can’t even breathe as it rolls through me. He keeps slamming into my hips, driving harder and more intensely.
He thrusts in deep and fills me with his warm cum. My pussy clutches him in little aftershocks as I sink into Tom’s desk and smirk.
“You think Tom will know you fucked me on his desk?” I draw a little heart on the wood with my fingertip. Seems like the right revenge for him setting Verity up with Wyatt.
“Maybe.” Wyatt caresses my ass. “I can’t get enough of you, trouble.”
I stretch, feeling him pulse inside me. “Me either. Is this considered billable time?”
Chuckling, he grabs a few tissues from the box on the desk. “Maybe bill overhead.”
He pulls out and cleans me up with the tissues. When he backs away, I straighten and turn. His cock is still out and I don’t think.
I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, tasting him and me, salty and musky. My gaze lifts to his as he cradles my jaw tenderly with his hand.
“You’re going to make me regret coming in here, trouble.” His tone says he doesn’t regret this. Not at all.
I hum around his cock and he stiffens inside my mouth. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, so I slip my hand between my legs and thrust my fingers inside to hold it in.
“Good girl. Rub your clit with your thumb.” His thumb strokes my cheek in time with how I’m sliding my mouth up and down on his cock. I rub my clit, winding closer and closer to the edge again.
“Come for me.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me onto his cock, making me take him into my throat.
Moaning around him as his cum hits the back of my throat, I come all over my fingers. Fuck, there’s so much about sex that I love. I swallow him down.
“We definitely shouldn’t tell Tom about this.” Wyatt draws his cock out and puts himself away.
I arch an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Chuckling, he offers me a hand and studies my face. “You make me forget myself, trouble. I came in to apologize and tell you I’m not going to go forward with the farce of this fundraiser, because I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t come in here to fuck you.”
My grin is uncontainable. “I’m glad you did.”
Shaking his head, he hands me my panties. “If I keep them, I’ll just call you into my office and fuck you on my desk.”
“Keep them.” I push his hand back toward him. Tingles cascade through me at the heat in his eyes.
He captures the back of my neck and kisses me hard, leaving me flustered and aching, all over again.
While he pockets my panties, I straighten my clothes and suck the taste of us off my fingers.
“Fuck, Sara.” His eyes darken as he watches me. His cock thickens in his pants.
I smile. “Come to the fundraiser. Bring her. I want to figure out what she knows. Maybe she’s connected to one of these new companies.”
“Sara—”
I put my finger against his lips to stop him from trying to back out again. “Someone is after me. Someone is after Tom. It’s time to figure out who, so we can figure out how to make them go away.”
Chapter 33
