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“Take a seat.” We’re so close we are sharing the same air now. I tilt my head up to lock gazes with the man I long to share a life with, but after tonight I know that won’t happen.
Piercing dark brown eyes are leveled on me. The power of his gaze is so intense I’m having a hard time not following his command. I can feel my insides turn to jelly and a dull ache thrums low in my core.
I sit down in a desk chair that is built for a giant, my feet barely touching the floor. “There. I sat. Happy? I’m not wanting a lecture. Can we go now? I can use a glass of wine since I see the fireworks aren’t going to be shown on time.”
Shut up, Peyton.
My gaze drops to the floor, my feet...anywhere but at him. At this point, I may as well have “guilty” tattooed across my forehead.
“Since you don’t want to tell me the truth, maybe I can pull it out of you. I’m only disappointed I don’t have any frosting on me.” Jude’s voice is low, threatening, and sends a chill of excitement through me. The heat radiating off his body is like a magnet pulling me to him. “But we’ll have to make do,” he finishes with a murmured growl.
“You can’t be serious, Jude. Let’s wait until we get home. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I whisper. “This isn’t the place for a quickie.”
A shadow crosses his face. Jude keeps me pinned in the chair by keeping his hands on the armrests, and his body blocks me from standing. He runs his lips against my neck so lightly I have to arch into him for the contact.
“Let’s see how wet that pussy of yours is.” Jude’s fingers are on my dress hem, rolling it up.
Oh, God. I am in serious trouble. I try to think of the state of my life if he finds out what I have in my purse but it’s no use. His touch will turn me to jelly in thirty seconds and then there will be no keeping the truth from him. I know myself too well.
It is now that I realize that being a thief and in love with my rockstar boss is not an ideal pairing. He is going to fuck the truth of out me in some dude’s office chair and so help me God, I am going to give it to him.
Jude runs his finger up the inside of one of my thighs and then teases the other.
He grins which only makes me frown deeper. But my body is getting my signals all mixed up. Because instead of pushing Jude’s hands away and demanding we leave, I widen my legs on the chair seat, eager for him to explore further.
“Aww, sweetheart, look at all that honey. Are you eager for something, Peyton?” His deep voice if gruff, sexy.
Shivers run down my body as the first fireworks explode outside. Jude slowly runs his finger along the wet seam of my pussy lips and suddenly I remember the way he felt penetrating me last night. I exhale a shaky breath. Every nerve in my body tenses, waiting for relief. It is like the air is charged with electricity before a storm.
Jude swirls a light stroke over my throbbing clit.
I close my eyes, dropping my head against the back of the chair. His touch feels like heaven in the middle of the hell I’ve placed us in.
Slowly, God, ever so slowly he sinks one finger inside my tight channel and my low moan fills the room.
He smiles slowly, clamping a hand down over my mouth.
“You need to save all your sounds for me alone, sweetheart. Unless being discovered in here is what your wet pussy wants?” Jude starts stroking me in earnest. I scream into the palm of his hand, my entire body writhing.
The naughty sound of my wetness is so loud I worry anyone passing by in the hall might come to investigate. I pray that no one will interrupt us, not only from the embarrassment but because l need his touch.
“Peyton, tell me the truth.” He kisses my ear then nibbles on the lobe.
“Ohhhhhh, do that again, Jude!”
“That orthat?” He increases the pace of his stroking inside me with his finger. I squirm, pushing back against his hand. He pulls out, only to slide in another and finger fuck me harder.
“Yes!” Holy fuck. My whole body is tingling and eager for anything he’ll offer me.
“What are you doing up here?” he asks. “Tell me the truth, or that orgasm you feel building will never come.”
My eyelids flutter. His fingers inside me are relentless and feel amazing. His other hand slides up my thigh and he palms my ass, giving it a hard squeeze and has me panting wildly. I’m spread wide with a foot on the desk and the other on Jude’s shoulder. I can feel my honey slip down the crease of my ass and Jude’s curious fingers are right there to catch every last drop. He strokes a finger around my asshole, causing me to jump and gasp.
But I like it to and my groans give that truth away.
His eyes hold mine as he strokes the puckered entrance once, twice, all the while working my tight entrance with his wicked fingers. A little bit of pressure and he’s sliding a finger into my ass and working me both ways.
I’ve never felt something so forbidden, filthy and so exuberantly delicious all at once.
