It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen this same scene a million times before. There were all sorts of things that took place at the club and I’d witnessed plenty of naughty deeds that were far raunchier than this, but there was something about the two of them sneaking away. It made me wonder if this was a frequent occurrence for them. Did they have sex on Langston’s desk? Or maybe in the conference room? Did the three of them go at it while the rest of us plugged away at our desks?
It made me miss the time I’d spent with…my masters.
Even thinking about them that way made my heart hurt. They’d never really been mine to begin with.
“Fuck, I do love your mouth, pet,” Langston hissed, his hand sliding into her hair. “But I love that pussy more. Stand up for me.”
His cock fell from her mouth as she got to her feet. Her eyes were locked on his face and there was a beaming smile on her lips. Clearly, she was enjoying this.
As was I.
“Now bend over my desk,” he instructed. “Keep in mind, someone could be standing right outside that door, so you have to be quiet.”
Holy shit. Did he know I was there? Had he seen me?
“Yes, Master.” She tossed him a sassy grin over her shoulder as she planted her palms flat on the desk and leaned forward.
“You don’t think I’ll make you scream?” he taunted.
“Oh, I know you will, and I look forward to it.”
He smacked her ass playfully, making her giggle. For whatever reason, that made me long for Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker. They’d made me feel that way a few times. I longed for the two men who could bring me to orgasm while the others in the office were completely oblivious to the sexiness taking place right under their noses.
Within seconds, Langston was doing just what he’d promised as he filled Luci with his cock, rocking her small body as he held her hips in his big hands. He impaled her roughly and my own body overheated simply watching them.
“Yes…” Langston growled. “Make that pussy milk my cock, little one.”
“Oh, Master,” Luci squealed, a moan following.
“You like that?” He smacked her ass again. “You like when I bend you over and fuck that sweet little pussy?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
With every dirty word that came out of his mouth, my pussy clenched. It was a reminder of how empty I’d been lately. I wanted to feel what Luci was feeling, wanted a man to dominate me in every way.
Or two men.
I didn’t even care.
Langston continued to fuck her, driving in hard and deep, while I was transfixed by the sight. Then suddenly a hand was over my mouth and a muffled scream escaped me. My eyes flew up to Langston and Luci, but neither of them looked my way, so I could only assume they hadn’t heard me.
“Shh,” the deep voice sounded in my ear. “Are you enjoying the show?”
Mr. Snowden.
I’d know that voice anywhere at this point.
Feeling only slightly ashamed, I nodded.
“Close the door,” he whispered roughly. “Quietly.”
I eased the door shut, careful not to make a sound. When I turned to face him, Mr. Snowden was staring at me, his expression completely blank. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“They don’t mind being watched,” he said. “But do you think watching them is appropriate office behavior?”
I felt my face heat. “I…uh…”
“You what? Weren’t watching?”
Oh, I knew better than to lie to him. He’d caught me red-handed. No way could I deny it.
“Or you weren’t enjoying it?”
I opted for honest, hoping it would mend the rift that I’d created. “I was watching. And I was enjoying it.”
Something flared in his eyes and it looked a whole lot like desire.
Heat bloomed in my belly at the thought of this sexy man punishing me for being a voyeur.
“That’s interesting, considering your feelings on things that should and should not take place in the office.”
Aww, crap. He was still bristling over my comment the other day. I knew I’d gone too far the instant my mouth had opened, but I’d been pissed at Mr. Parker. At both of them, actually. Whatever was going on with them had put me in a position I didn’t want to be in. And now I wished I’d never said anything at all.
Taking my hand in his, Mr. Snowden led me down the hall, then down the stairs. When we reached our floor, he continued into his office, closing the door behind us. He instantly backed me up against the wall, similar to the way he’d done so many times before. I could feel the warmth of his body through his immaculate suit and it didn’t help to ease the fire currently burning inside me.
Was he going to forgive me finally? Could it be possible that he was going to do to me what Langston was doing to Luci?
