Page 32 of Broken Boss

They’re everywhere. Roaming my thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just south of my core, smoothing over my belly, wrapping around my calf.

I try to close my legs around him for some kind of friction, any friction, and let out a quiet desperate sound. He chuckles against me, lips pressed to my inner thigh, tongue darting out to leave a cool trail.

“Chris,” I gasp, on the verge of not caring if anyone hears. I want him. I want him to make me feel good, I want him to make me forget how pissed off and scared I’ve been these last few days.

As if he’s heard my thoughts, he focuses all his attention on the one place that’s pulsing for him.

His mouth brushes over my pussy and I jump, surprised at the sudden sensation. His beard, kept trim and short but still stubbly, feels perfect against my skin. My thighs are hot around his head and his hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he dives in, lapping at me like I’m a dessert he’s been craving all day.

“Mmm, right there,” I hum, the sounds barely words as his tongue flicks across my clit. His fingers dig in at my praise and he’s making his own sounds, growls that might be commands or curses, I can’t tell.

Unexpectedly, he sits back on his heels and yanks me forward. I gasp, almost falling off the desk, tipping precariously forward. But this new position is perfect—I’m practically riding his face as he grips my waist.

There’s no way we’re coming out of this looking put together. With his face buried in my pussy like this, he’s going to look like he just devoured a peach. And I doubt I’ll do much better as my legs start to quake with his insistent plundering.

Chris pulls back again, takes a deep breath, and stands. He keeps one hand on my stomach. The pressure feels good, grounds me, as he presses me back against the desk.

“Stay there.”

He nudges my legs farther apart, face serious as he situates us just how he wants. My eyes drop to his belt. Is he actually planning on…?

But he doesn’t make a move to shuck his pants off. I’m part relieved, part disappointed, wanting to feel filled and stretched again by his perfect cock.

Slowly, his eyes locked on mine, Chris runs his fingers over my pussy. I hold my breath as he reaches my clit, then drags them back down, prodding my entrance.

Please, please, please.

I barely manage to keep the words in. His lips stretch into a cocky grin as he slowly presses two thick fingers into my core, stretching me the way I’ve been needing so badly.

A low moan slips out and he leans over me, thumb grazing my clit as his lips brush against mine.

“Shh.” He says it teasingly, mocking when I shushed him earlier, and then he bites my bottom lip and sucks it.

That, combined with the sudden way he pumps his fingers at a bruising pace, sends me over the edge in seconds. My body tightens up, muscles going taut and hands gripping the desk as I come, whimpering to try and stay quiet.

Even as the orgasm ebbs, Chris doesn’t let up. He keeps a steady rhythm, his eyes moving over my face as I try and catch my breath.

Finally, his fingers slip gently from my core. I press my legs together, satiated and slightly embarrassed.

After all, I’m sat on my boss’s desk with the skirt of my dress up around my hips. My pussy throbs with satisfaction and just a hint of disappointment. I can’t help running my eyes down Chris’s body, his rumpled trousers and the very prominent erection pressing against them.

Adjusting himself, he grins down at me.

“Maybe next time.”

I scoff lightly, wanting to say, There’s not going to be a next time.

I’ve been trained to spot lies, though, so instead, I just roll my eyes and focus instead on not looking like I just came in the middle of the workday.

Chapter 12

Chris

Pulling my car up to the curb Thursday night, I try to keep a smug look off my face. Autumn definitely would not appreciate it. And it might make her turn down a ride home, which is the last thing I want.

Maybe I managed to soften her up. It’s a nice thought, but a self-indulgent one. Just because she let me get her off in the office yesterday, right on the heels of an adrenaline-filled argument, doesn’t mean she wants anything more to do with me.

Her eyes sweep the street. I frown; she must still be worried. There haven’t been any more flower deliveries at the firm, but that doesn’t mean her ex isn’t still lurking around. If she’s concerned, I need to be on high alert.

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