Page 100 of Sexting His Assistant

“No.”

Her expression changes. “Your shoulder?”

“You.”

She goes still.

I take off my coat with one hand, badly. She sits up immediately and helps me, pushing the fabric down my good arm first, then carefully easing it over the injured side. I grit my teeth when it catches.

“Stop pretending it doesn’t hurt,” she says.

“Stop talking.”

She glares at me, but her fingers are gentle as she removes my jacket, my tie, then my shirt. The buttons take her longer because her hands are shaking. I let her do it. I like watching her undress me. I like the way her eyes move over my chest when the shirt opens, the way she sees the bandage, the bruising, the scars, and still looks hungry.

When I reach for her sweater, she lifts her arms.

I pull it over her head and drop it on the floor.

She is bare underneath.

For a second, I just look at her. Full breasts, tight nipples, soft stomach, flushed skin. She tries to hold my gaze, but I can see the nerves under her confidence.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“Yes.”

“Say something.”

“You’re beautiful.”

That shuts her up.

I push her back onto the bed and cover her body with mine, keeping my weight on my good arm. Then I put my mouth on her neck. She tilts her head back immediately, giving me more room. I kiss her throat, then bite lightly where her pulse is beating too fast. Her fingers grip my shoulder.

I move her hand to the uninjured side. “There.”

She obeys.

I kiss down her chest and take one nipple into my mouth. She arches immediately, quivering little breaths leaving her as I suck harder. Her hand slides into my hair and pulls. I give the other breast the same attention, licking and sucking until she is moving under me, restless and impatient.

I move lower.

Her stomach tightens when I kiss below her navel. I hook my fingers into her shorts and underwear, and she lifts her hips before I ask. I pull them down her legs and throw them aside.

She is naked under me now.

I spread her thighs and lower my mouth to her pussy.

She’s already wet.

The first taste of her makes my cock throb. I lick through her slowly, then drag my tongue up to her clit. Her hips jerk off the bed. I hold her thighs open with one hand and keep my mouth on her, finding the rhythm quickly because I remember what made her shake in the boardroom.

She tries to stay quiet. It lasts less than a minute.

I circle her clit with my tongue, then suck it gently. Her hands fist in the sheets. When I slide two fingers inside her, she moans my name, low and broken, and clenches around me so tightly I have to stop myself from rushing.

She’s hot and soaked around my fingers.