Page 67 of Savage Little Lies

Cara then smiles, her teeth briefly pressing into her bottom lip. “I’m just doing my job.”

I lean closer to her, heat moving low in my body as I watch her brief but delicate bite. It drives me crazy when she bites her lip like that. “I’m pretty sure that half of the things that you do for me now weren’t in the original job description.”

Cara suddenly takes a step forward, her body only inches from mine. She reaches up and gently grabs the lapel of my black suit jacket, her eyes lifting to mine. “I’m flexible.”

Fuck.

I thought that I could at least hold out until I got some work done, waiting until the end of the day like she wanted, but my self-control diminishes by the second as my eyes settle on her alluring lips.

“You knew what you were doing wearing that lipstick and that dress today,” I tell her.

Cara’s brow furrows as she feigns an innocent look. “What am I doing?”

I reach up and slide my hand up the back of her neck under her hair, coaxing her closer to me until her chest presses against mine. “Tempting me.”

“Is it working?” Cara asks, her voice coming out as a borderline whisper.

“I can’t stop thinking about being inside your mouth,” I say as I tighten my grip on her, coaxing a faint moan from her. “So, yeah, I’d say it’s working.”

The corners of her lips lift, and I swear that I can see the excitement light up her eyes. She’s been denying me for so long now, torturing me every single damn day.

“How much?” I ask her.

“For what exactly?”

I smirk at her. “How much to show me what those pretty lips of yours can do?”

A faint pink flush crosses her cheeks. “Just my lips?”

“For today,” I reply as I slide my hand around to cup her cheek, my thumb grazing her plush bottom lip.

Cara hums under her breath as if she’s intrigued. “Right here? Right now?”

“I’m not a very patient man, milaya,” I say. “Name your price.”

Cara sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she thinks, and that nearly snaps my control on the spot.

“Do you expect me to…swallow?” she asks, nearly bringing me to my knees. “If so, that’ll cost extra.”

Jesus.

“Name. Your. Price,” I grit out.

“Ten thousand dollars,” she says. “In cash.”

“Done,” I reply without hesitation. I move my hand to her shoulder and push her down to her knees in front of me, my head already filling with a lust haze that’s dizzying.

Cara reaches up and undoes my belt and pants, her fingers moving deftly. Her breathing has already quickened as she moves with determination, fueled not just by our agreement, but her own desire as well.

Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

I didn’t lock the door, but there’s no way in hell that I’m stopping her now. From this point on, I should probably tell Karly not to enter my office until I beckon her inside.

Cara pulls down my black boxer briefs enough to free my erection, her fingers wrapping around the thick base to slowly stroke me. She lifts her eyes to mine and I cup the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer. Her tongue glides up the underside of my shaft, teasing me.

I throb at the sight. At the sensation. “Fuck, you look so good on your knees for me.”

Cara teasingly swirls her tongue around my crown, her eyes not leaving mine. She finally takes mercy on me and slides her lips over me, drawing a low groan that I can’t stop. It’s too loud for the office, but I can’t contain it. Her cheeks hollow as she takes in more inches, her mouth feeling like paradise.