Page 35 of Vicious Betrayal

"As long as you're not snooping," he teases lightly, and I feel a cold ripple down my spine. That's exactly what I plan to do, actually, if I can get a chance. But he takes my laugh and shake of the head, designed to look as if I think that's preposterous, sincerely. And before I know it, I'm sitting cross-legged in one of the wide chairs across from Cormac's desk while he shuffles through papers.

"You're not going to be bored?" He looks up at me as he settles back behind his desk. "You can always go watch TV or something while I finish up. It won't be but an hour or so, I hope. Maybe two."

"This is kind of fun." I have my phone out, but while I'm scrolling through it I flick open one of the buttons on the front of my shirt, a black-and-white gingham button-down tucked into a black skater skirt that shows off my long legs and gives Cormac plenty of easy access. "Plus, I can tease you from over here."

He frowns at me when he looks up to see the button of my shirt open, but he doesn't tell me to stop. Nor does he say it a few minutes later when I flick open another button, exposing the edges of the lacy black bra underneath.

I glance around the room, taking it in casually. There are bookshelves filled with both fiction and non-fiction, a lot of the non-fiction having to do with naval and Irish history. He likes fantasy novels, I think, based on the titles, although I'm not much of a reader. His desk is a little messy, and I try to catch a glimpse of some of what he's working on without being obvious, but what's within eyesight is nothing special. Certainly nothing that looks like it might be illegal, or a cover for something that is.

But Cormac isn't stupid. He wouldn't leave that out for me to see. Likely, since I'm being allowed to be in here at the moment, whatever he's working on isn't sensitive either. But an idea forms, and I flick open another button of my shirt, exposing more of my bra.

He looks up, and I see a flush rising on his throat. He shifts in his chair, one hand disappearing as he adjusts himself, and I feel a tight throbbing between my thighs.

This would be so much easier, in some ways, if he didn't turn me on so much. I'd want to get this over with as quickly as possible. But everything he does makes me ache for him. There's nothing that's not genuine about it when I get up and move around the desk, leaning over his shoulder as I slide my hand down into his lap.

"Oksana, I said I was working," he mutters with a groan, but when I squeeze the thick ridge of his cock through his trousers, he doesn't stop me.

"So keep working," I breathe into his ear, as I tug his zipper down.

A moment later, his cock is in my hand, hot and hard and throbbing. His breathing grows thick as I start to stroke it, and with my other hand, I reach under my skirt to slide my panties down.

I can see what he's working on now. It's job applications for a restaurant. Nothing that will interest the FBI. But maybe there's something else on his desk, maybe something he forgot was out…

I shift, letting go of his cock just long enough to slide around the other side of the chair where his arm isn't outstretched and into his lap. He starts to say something, but before he can get the words out, I've slid down onto him.

He makes a strangled sound in his throat as I sink fully onto his cock, and I gasp at the sudden stretch. I'm not as prepared as I usually am, and even though I'm wet, he feels huge at this angle. I swing so that my legs are hooked over the side of his, my arm wrapped around his neck, and I just sit there.

"How's this?" I purr into his ear. "I want to try something."

He makes that choked sound again. "What?" he manages, his hand very still on the paperwork in front of him.

"I'm going to sit here on your cock and play with myself. And when you're all done with work, then you can fuck me." I nip at his earlobe. "And I'm going to tease you while I do it, too."

He lets out a low, rough groan. "Fuck, Oksana…"

"Let me play with you." I run my fingers down the back of his neck, my tongue brushing his earlobe. I slide my other hand up under my skirt, slowly teasing my clit. "You did ask if I was bored."

I can feel that some reasonable part of him wants to argue, but his cock has fully taken over. He's rock-hard inside of me, and I feel him throb, his hips shifting as he lets out a heavy breath. Without a word, he goes back to his paperwork, and I grin against his jaw, my fingers finding a steady rhythm on my clit.

It's fun. I'm not in any hurry. I nibble at his ear and jaw, stroking the back of his neck with my fingers as I play with myself, brushing against the base of his shaft and balls with every few passes. I tease him with slow, tightening pulses of my pussy around his thick cock, my breathing quickening as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Oh…" I whisper into his ear, curling closer to him. "I'm going to come. I'm so close. I'm going to come so hard, you feel so good in me…"

He groans, his hand suddenly gripping the desk, and as I start to shudder in his lap, he lets out a sudden, choked breath. I feel his cock pulse.

"Oh fuck, Oksana…"

His head falls back, his hips jerking under me, and I realize he's coming too. Heat floods me, and I cry out, writhing in his lap as my orgasm intensifies. It washes over me in waves until I feel like I can't breathe, and he's panting too as we both start to come down.

He shifts under me as if he expects me to get up, but I shake my head, my fingers still teasing my sensitive clit. "I'm not done," I whisper, and he groans, but he doesn't move me. He's still half-hard inside of me, and after a few minutes, I see him slowly start to return to the work in front of him.

With the edge off, I keep playing with myself, but I glance at his desk. There are the job applications, and another stack of paperwork that looks like it's an application to build somewhere in downtown. There's nothing that looks like what I was told to look out for. But I keep scanning in between teasing him, until I feel him start to harden inside of me again, and the swell of desire distracts me.

This orgasm is slow to build. He's rock hard inside of me after a few minutes again, but neither of us is in any hurry this time. I lean my head against him, letting out soft, breathy moans as it slowly builds. He finishes the last application, and then his hands are suddenly on me, pulling me off of his lap as he stands up and bends me over the desk.

"You, little princess," he growls, "are going to pay for what you just did." His hand comes down on my ass in a sharp slap, just before he slides into me again. He thrusts hard, once, and then pulls out of me before throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me down the hall.

"Remember your safeword?" he asks, and I nod.