Page 32 of When He Was Mine


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“You’re going to fuck me right now. I can’t take it anymore,” I said, my voice shaking with need.

He crossed his arms, muscles straining against the blue oxford cloth. “Take what?”

“We haven’t had sex in two days, and watching you all day is just too much,” I confessed, my eyes pleading with his.

“What you’re asking for is very inappropriate for the office,” he said, his tone stern.

I reached back and unclasped my bra, yanking it off my arms. My breasts tumbled out of the lace, and my nipples hardened to peaked rosebuds. Oliver’s eyes traveled up my body, settling there.

“Take it all off. I want you naked,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

“I thought this was inappropriate for the office,” I teased, a smirk playing at my lips.

“It is, but you started it,” he growled, striding to the door. He flicked the lock and then opened his black leather belt. The bulge in his pants was begging for release. I slid my panties down my legs, kicking them toward him. Oliver caught them in his hand, put them to his nose, then shoved them in the back pocket of his gray slacks.

The air between us crackled with tension as he closed the distance, his hands moving to my hips, lifting me onto the edge of his desk. Finally, we would satisfy this burning need.

“I’m naked, now what?”

He didn’t say anything as he opened his slacks, revealing his black boxers. His cock was pressing against the fabric. I held my breath until he tugged them down, letting his shaft spring free. We stood there looking at each other. I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t want to be the one to make the first move. As if reading my mind, Oliver came to me, took my good hand and placed it on the hot velvet skin of his penis.

“Stoke.”

I wrapped my hand around him and gently moved my hand up and down while he fondled and kissed my breasts.

“I need you,” I whispered.

His blue eyes darkened. “And you’ll have me but on my terms.”

“My wrist hurts,” I whined.

Olive smiled wickedly. “Trying to manipulate me, Miss Stewart?”

“Is it working?” I asked with hope.

“Not in the least.”

I knew he was full of shit because I could hear his respiration pick up as I stroked him. I bent my head down to lick the head of his cock, but he stopped me.

“Do that and we won’t be having sex.”

“What? Why?”

“I have exactly twenty minutes before my next call.”

I smirked. “Wouldn’t it be fun for me to suck you off while you’re on it?”

“No, it wouldn’t be fun since I need to concentrate.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You seemed to do fine while I was undressing.”

“That’s a bit different than my dick in your mouth.”

“Then fuck me before I get myself off.”

Oliver smirked and crossed his arms. I kept stroking him and it was a battle of wills. When he made no moves, I let him go, moved to the couch and lifted my legs so my heels were balanced on the edge. I could see Oliver’s eyes widen as his pupils dilated. I was open and exposed when I placed my fingers on my clit and began to rub.

He just stood there as if frozen to where he stood. His cock bobbed when he shifted his hips, and it made me wonder if he was experiencing the same ache in his balls that I had in my core. I closed my eyes as I grew close to release. Oliver had other ideas and just before I came, he approached, pushing my hand away causing me to mewl in protest.

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