Page 156 of Hate You More

“Anything, sir.”

“I’m not sure you can take it,” he says, turning in his chair to fully face me, spreading his thighs wide. “It might be a lot for you to swallow.”

And now we’re both laughing softly, his eyes sliding to the door.

“I locked it,” I say, dropping out of character for a moment. “I’ll try my best,” I add breathily again. “I’m a quick learner. And enthusiastic.” I deliberately drop my eyes to his lap. “Oh, my. That looks like a gross misappropriation of company time.”

“Gross?”

“So large.” I pull my blouse from where it dangles at my wrists. Dropping it to his desk, I press my hands to his knees when he slides off my Velma glasses.

“I love your tits,” he says, cupping them. His touch, his coarse compliment, creates a tiny explosion of pleasure deep inside. “I want to fuck them.” He pinches over the creamy lace, making me gasp. “Put you on your knees and come all over them.”

“I’m at your service,” I whisper, ghosting my lips over his. Pepper kisses along his taut jaw. He groans as I swirl my tongue around the shell of his ear. “Just thinking about taking you in my mouth makes me wet.” I begin to lower to my knees when he catches my elbow.

“You want to suck my cock.”

“Like a B-list actress wants a sex-tape scandal.”

His mouth curls sinfully. “You haven’t earned my cock yet.” I give a little pout as lust spikes through me. “I have another task in mind. Lift up your skirt.”

“Sir?”

“Lift up your skirt, show me your ass, then bend over my desk like a good little worker.”

Heat drops to my center, pooling between my hips as I begin to gather my skirt up my thighs, sliding it higher in tiny, teasing increments. His eyes and the brush of fabric does something delicious to my skin. Higher, my stocking tops are revealed. Panties. Garter belt. If you’re going to be a cliché, there’s no point half-assing it.

“Yeah, that’s good.” His voice is gruff, his gaze glued to the aching space between my legs.

“You’ll take care of my stockings, won’t you?” I slide my finger under the garter belt. “I don’t have a lot of money and they’re kind of pricey to replace.”

“I’ll take care. Palms on the desk.”

“How’s this?” I glance over my shoulder and allow my gaze to skate over him, biting my lip when I get to the outline of his cock.

“Perfect. Just perfect.”

My insides pulse. “That looks uncomfortable,” I murmur, staring quite obviously. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to help you with it?”

He palms himself over his pants. “I hope you’re not telling me how to do my job.”

“No, sir.” I slide my gaze away, thoughts of him in the shower flooding my head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Too much.

The chair creaks as he moves, and my anticipation spikes.

“There are some things you need to learn first.”

“I’ll do my very best,” I whisper, sticking my butt out. The central air turns over, brushing over my skin.

“Reach back and lift up your skirt higher.” Like sultry smoke, his voice seems to curl around me. “All the way now. Don’t be coy.”

I pull the fabric over my tailbone, the cool air apparent now in places it hadn’t been.

“Oh!” I physically start as his palm skims across my right butt cheek with deliberate tenderness.

“I see you’ve been contravening the office work-wear policy again.”

“Oh dear.”