Page 76 of Deceived Wrath

“Cormac, you scared me! How was your trip?”

“Fine.” I tuck my hands into the pockets of my slacks.

Fiona hovers nervously in the middle of the room.

I can tell she’s desperate to ask me more. But thankfully, she shows some restraint and darts over to the coffee machine.

“Would you like one?”

“No, thank you.”

I watch her as she readies the machine, trying not to look too smug when I see her glancing out of the corner of her eye and blushing when she notices me watching her.

“Tell me, has my request been honored this morning, Miss Callahan?”

Fiona straightens, abandoning her task, and spins around to face me.

From the pink blush staining her cheeks, I know it has, and that’s enough to have my cock twitching in my pants.

“Yes. I’m not one to disobey an order.” Her breathlessness makes me want to take her now.

I bite back a groan as my cock starts to harden.

Her willingness to submit to me is almost unbearable, and from the slight smile on her face, she knows it too.

“Enjoy your coffee,” I manage to grit out before heading into my office before I do something stupid like tear that dress off of her.

I take a seat at my desk and reach down to adjust my cock that is straining against my belt.

The whole point of telling Fiona not to wear underwear was to torture her, to have it be a constant reminder of what’s to come.

Instead, I’m the one left with a raging hard-on at the thought of lifting up that skirt and seeing her bare pussy.

It’s going to be a very, very long day.

I spend most of the morning on the phone with clients, hoping to better distract myself from a panty-less Fiona. But of course, my plan fails miserably.

Every time I catch a glimpse of her as she walks past my door, my cock immediately stands at attention, and no amount of palming myself over my slacks is helping. The only thing that will is having Fiona’s lips wrapped around it.

“Screw this.” I get to my feet.

I cross over to my door and peer through the window.

Fiona is sitting behind her desk, typing away, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m watching her. Or maybe she knows and is choosing to ignore me. Either way, after what I’m about to do, she won’t be able to ignore me any longer.

I pull out my phone and type out an email to her, letting her know what I plan on doing to her the moment the office clears out at the end of the day.

I don’t hold back on the details, giving her a play-by-play of every place I intend to put my fingers, tongue, and, most importantly, my cock.

It’s the least she deserves, considering she’s tortured me all damn morning.

The moment I hit send, I look through the window in my office and watch as she opens the email. I watch her scan it once before her eyes flick up and lock with mine.

I don’t fight the smirk that tugs at my lips.

Throwing open my door, I cross the hall to her office and wrap my knuckles against the glass.

Her eyes widen as I step inside.