Page 26 of Bastard In A Suit

I’m beginning to pant.

“Come for me,” he says.

I feel the orgasm surging so close. “Don’t stop.” Sweat beads across my brow. “Please, don’t stop.”

His tongue moves like lightening between my thighs. Flicking, sucking, licking. The orgasm hits hard and fast. It surges through my body, sending a tingling vibration through to my toes. The tension drains as I give in to the pleasure.

I arch my back, allowing full access. His mouth closes over me and he sucks, draining every last drop. When at last the vibrations stop, Duke pulls away.

My body goes limp.

It takes all my energy to lift my head off the desk. He sits upright and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His beard glistens with dewdrops of my release. Those dark bedroom eyes glint with a wickedness that both frightens and thrills me.

I slide off the desk and awkwardly slip my skirt down over my hips. In the haze of my pleasure, confusion begins to swirl. What just happened? I bend to retrieve my discarded panties—another pair for the trash—but Duke gathers them in his fist. “These are mine now.”

I look up at him through hooded lashes, a shy smile playing on my lips. “I’m afraid I’m going to need some new underwear.”

“You may go now,” he says.

My eyes go wide. “Excuse me?”

Duke averts his gaze, and dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Works starts at 8 a.m. tomorrow. Don’t be late.”