Page 22 of Beyond Expectations

She was still rambling on about work ethics and such, her eyes once again straying down to my encased erection.

Hypnotized, I leaned forward, lifted her chin with my finger, and brushed my lips across hers. A gasp passed her lips as if a match had been lit. She stood from her chair, her eyes darting between my eyes and my mouth before her lips captured mine in a bruising kiss.

Passion and desire ravaged me.

My tongue invaded her mouth—massaging, stroking against hers. She let out a painted moan, which only fueled me more. Greedily, my hands caressed her body. One hand traveled down her body, over her thighs, and I finally reached her gorgeous ass.

Instinctively, I squeezed it, pulling her against me.

My other hand stroked the small of her back, then reached into her hair, holding her in place.

She tasted like the sweetest nectar, and I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough.

Awash with sensations, I leaned her back against her desk.

My cock rubbed along her thigh, and the friction it created drove me insane.

She dug her nails into my back, encouraging me to carry on.

This is what I’ve been wanting. Needing.

Just as I was about to yank up her skirt, the telephone on her desk rang, cutting through the room.

She dislodged herself from me, freeing her just enough to turn and answer the phone.

“Yes, Sarah, what is it?”

The breathiness of her tone was impossible for her to hide.

I couldn’t hear the response, but the fact that Serena was trying to put as much distance between herself and me made it clear that our moment had passed.

“No, that’s fine, put her through.”

For the first time since I leaned in to kiss her, I looked into her eyes, and I could see her desire fading as the strong and unwavering lawyer took over.

“Hello, Mrs. Cole, how can I help you?”

I walked over to the seat in front of her desk, adjusting my pants and straightening my jacket.

Looking up at Serena as I sat down, the expression on her face changed once again.

It looked as though she had seen a ghost.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

Her voice was just above a whisper.

She covered her mouth with her hand and slowly sank into her chair. The hairs on my neck stood up as a sense of unease washed over me.

I leaned forward in an attempt to listen.

“Mrs. Cole… Raya, please, there is no need to apologize. Like I said, I am always here if you need me. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Another pause and a look of pure sadness etched on Serena’s face. The sight of which felt like a punch to the gut.

“How long ago were you informed?”

There was a long pause, and I continued watching as she listened.

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