Page 104 of The Perfect Mistake

His eyes darken. “Isabel…”

I stroke my hands up his thighs. This feels insane. Something someone else would do, but it’s me here, on this carpeted floor, and with Alec Connovan looking at me. His forehead is furrowed again, like he can’t really believe I’m here. That we’re doing this.

I untuck his shirt and start working on his belt buckle.

Alec’s voice is low. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Never done this in here before?”

“Hell no,” he mutters. I pull down his zipper and reach in to grab his cock. He groans at the contact. He’s already half-hard, and grows thicker in my hand as I stroke.

I take him into my mouth, and I’m rewarded by the hoarse sigh from the man above me. Alec’s hand slides into my hair. “Unreal,” he mumbles. “Oh… fuck. Yes.”

I haven’t sucked his cock before, and I’ve been wanting to. I didn’t think the first time would be in his office. It heightens the sensations, knowing all of his employees are right outside that door, and that this building is his kingdom. He tastes good, salty, and I love the husky sounds of his breathing.

My heart is beating fast, like I’ve been through a workout session, and I think about the scene in that book. I can’t believe I’m living that kind of life. It sends a thrill through me.

I tighten my lips around him and take him as deep as I can until he hits the back of my throat. And then I do it again, and again, making his fingers tighten on my hair.

“It’s so good. Fuck. I can’t… I’m trying to remember what you liked about the scene, but I can’t think.”

That makes me giggle. It sends vibrations around his cock, and he groans again.

His other hand smooths my hair back. “That’s it,” he mutters. “Do that again for me. Laugh like that.”

I do, and he hisses out another breath. Nothing has ever sounded better. I do it again, bobbing my head, and his breathing speeds up. His fingers threaded in my hair don’t apply pressure, just a steady weight, following along with my movements.

His left hand brushes over my cheek. “This view,” he rasps. “I could watch you with my cock in your mouth forever.”

Oh.

The words spread heat through me, and I speed up my movements, flicking my tongue over his broad head. Alec groans again. I look up to see him drop his head against the back of the chair, eyes hooded and locked on me.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbles, his thumb caressing my temple. “Can you take all of me?”

I take him as deep as I can, deeper than before, and he groans again. It makes me feel ten feet tall. That I’m the one doing this to him, at his desk, in his office, inside the building of the company where he’s the CEO. That he’s coming undone, and it’s all because of me.

I sheath my teeth and seal my lips tighter around his cock.

“Fuck. Too good,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m too close. Sweetheart, I need to fuck you.”

I keep going, but he won’t let me.

“Isa. I want you on my desk.”

I look up at him, my movements halting. He brushes my hair back. “This view,” he says hoarsely. “I’ll never forget it. Now get up, baby. That’s it.”

I release him with a soft pop, and he pulls me into standing. His hands grab the hem of my dress, and he tugs it up, past my thighs and hips. It bunches into a tight mess around my waist.

Alec’s fingers skim over the lacy thong that covers almost nothing. It’s the first time he’s seen me wear anything like this, anything that’s not my usual cotton. “You wore these for me.”

“Yes, I did.”

He rests his forehead against my lower stomach, his nose grazing the tiny triangle over my core. He takes a deep breath, and the hands on my thighs tighten.

“Sweetheart, one of your fantasies was a quickie. You wanted me to fuck you fast.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

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