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She licked the pad of his thumb, sucking his finger between her lips. It was a mere preview of what she had in store for him. Dahlia wanted her mouth on every part of this man.
Trey tossed the phone, his eyes darkening, and it immediately rang again.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Yeah.”
Dahlia leaned in, trailing her lips over his neck. He smelled good. A faint cologne. She licked his throat, and his hand tightened in her hair, pulling on her neck and forcing her head back. She expected to feel his mouth on hers, but instead, his hand drifted between her legs, pulling her scrap of panties to the side and circling over her clit. There was no tease. Trey just went for it, and she clamped her knees, but his legs kept them separated.
“Trey,” she moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her hips to meet the thumb teasing over her sensitive bead. His hand skimmed over her pussy.
It was an afterthought that he’d been on a call while she was moaning his name in the background. It should have embarrassed her, but it didn’t. It felt too good to think of anything other than coming all over his hand.
“Give me the location.”
She blinked her eyes open to find him staring at her with his phone held up to her ear. His fingers grazed over her clit, and she gasped, squeezing his shoulders and pulling back slightly. Not enough to create space, but enough to give him a clear view of everything he was doing to her. The heat spread over her skin. She grabbed his wrist. If he continued this game, she’d be screaming.
“I’m gonna come, Trey.” Her breath was shallow, and his eyes hooded. She expected him to pull away, but he shifted his legs, forcing her closer.
“Trey…” She moaned as his finger slipped inside her. Dahlia rolled her hips, meshing her lips together and arching her back. She rode his hand, and then he added another finger.
Dahlia parted her lips, trying to hold back. His hand drove into her as his gaze locked on her. It was too intense, too intimate. Until he spoke.
“Thursday.”
What? She was about to come all over this man’s hand, and he was holding a conversation without any distraction. She might have been insulted if not for his eyes locked on her. His voice might have been on a call, but his heated stare was inside her.
Fuck it. She’d worry about it later. For now, all she wanted was to get off, straddling his legs with three digits deep inside her. She rode his hand, dropping her face against his neck. Her breath hitched as her orgasm heightened.
“Ah,” she whispered, riding his hand as he slammed into her. “Fuck, Trey.” She groaned, pressing her pussy against his hand.
“Come by around two tomorrow.”
His voice was fading as she squeezed her thighs tight against his and nuzzled against his neck, hoping to drown out her moaning. She wasn’t sure it’d work, but at this point, she didn’t care. She was lost in her own orgasmic euphoric state. She pressed her lips against his neck, licking at his salty skin.
She heard the phone crash against the desk and the tight pull of her hair, stretching her neck back. His lips came down on hers. His tongue lashed against hers. She reached down, cupping his hard cock. He gripped her wrist in a binding hold.
“Not going to fuck you in my office.”
But she was low enough to get off on his hand in his office? She pulled away, ducking her head and tearing her gaze away from him. Now that she was coming down from her high, this whole scene came off as dirty. Not that she was opposed to dirty. If anything, she got off on it. But Trey response seemed cheap with his response—almost like it was a game to him.
Dahlia dropped her feet to the floor, trying to extract herself gracefully. She failed.
Trey gripped her hips. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll leave.”
“Why?”
“We’re done? I mean, you said you don’t want to—”
“I said—” He ground his teeth. “—I wouldn’t fuck you in my office.”
“Right.”
“I’m gonna take you home to fuck you.”
Her breath caught in her throat and her face heated. Dahlia ducked her head trying to conceal her smile but kept her gaze locked on him. Trey grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and put it on. He reached in the chest pocket and pulled out three credit cards and a wad of cash. Dahlia widened her eyes when he handed it to her.
They were clearly her stolen credit cards, which she was relieved to have back. However, there was at least two hundred dollars in cash. It was far more than had been taken from her.
