Page 32 of Examining the Bond

SKYLAR

Seeing Riann draped over my desk, her legs spread wide to give me a perfect view of her dripping center, has to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever witnessed.

And she tastes sweet as sin.

I run my tongue over my fingers to lick off every drop of her, watching her eyes widen in awe. She might be inexperienced, but she responds so beautifully to my touch. I can tell she’s eager for me to keep going.

We’ve already made a mess of my desk, but I’m not done with her yet. Riann deserves to be worshipped like a queen on a throne, but I only have an office chair, and I plan to make the fucking most of it.

“Get up,” I instruct, offering her my hand.

Her eyes widen with a flicker of panic, but she takes it and lets me haul her up. Without a word, I lead her around my desk to my high-backed swivel chair and gesture for her to sit.

“What are you doing?” she asks timidly, her eyes bouncing between me and the chair.

I answer with a question of my own. “Do you trust me?”

Her marshmallow perfume bleeds into the air, spilling out from between her thighs with the slick coating her skin. It’s intoxicating, making my thoughts hazy.

While I’d love to take my time devouring every inch of her, making her come violently until she’s screaming for the entire building to hear, I don’t have time. Any minute, one of my nurses could come knocking on my door. Our bubble of privacy could explode around us at any moment.

No, I'll go slow next time—if there is a next time.

Right now, I just want to see her come.

She stares up at me for a beat, her eyes full of indecision, before she nods. “Yes.”

“Then have a seat.” I gesture to the office chair and take off my lab coat, tossing it on top of Riann’s sweater. “And let me taste more of you.”

The sharp inhale of breath she takes is like a drug to the alpha instincts beating against my self control. She takes a seat still wearing her skirt and thigh-highs, her lacy bra basically giving me a clear view of her perfect tits. As she settles into the chair, she watches me like she’s waiting for more instructions.

Rather than answer, I sink to the floor in front of her, settling between her knees. Her jaw falls slack as she stares down at me, her scent still pumping into the room. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire floor smelled like sticky-sweet sugar.

“Drape your legs over the arms of the chair,” I rasp. I already have the image planted in my brain, but I’m desperate to see it in front of me.

She does as instructed, spreading her legs wide so that slick drips from her pussy and soaks into the seat beneath her.

“Just like that,” I growl, sitting back on my heels to drink her in.

Without prompting, her hand slowly dips between her thighs, her fingers shoving her lacy thong out of the way to give me an unobstructed view.

The heartbeat between my own thighs lurches, and I exhale a shaky breath. I can’t remember ever being this turned on, and it’s all I can do to cling to my last shred of restraint.

“Do you like being told what to do?” I ask, reaching to curl my fingers around her calf. I trail my hand up her leg, moving slowly, brushing over her curves as I get closer to her center.

She nods again.

“Use your words, Riann,” I urge. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Touch me,” she whines, wiggling her hips. “Please, I need to feel you.”

“Good girl.” I smirk. “But I want you to touch yourself first. Show me what you like.”

I know I’m playing a dangerous game. If I don’t give in and fuck her soon, I’m going to lose control to my alpha instincts. The last thing I want is to slip into a rut, but I need this like I need my next breath.

I watch as she obeys, her fingers dancing circles around her swollen clit while her face conveys her pleasure. Her eyes are locked on mine, hooded with lust as she chews on her bottom lip.

“You’re so perfect, preciosa,” I rumble, heat exploding through my center as she dips a finger into her pussy. I’ve held back for as long as I possibly can. “Do you want me to taste you now?”