Page 106 of Ivory Oath

Mikhail stands up and paces slowly around his desk. His sleeves are rolled around his forearms. I can see the way his muscles work as he flexes his hands at his side. His pants pull taut across his muscular thighs… and the large bulge centered between them. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how fucking hard I was all day. It was a special kind of torture.”

“Because of me?” I whisper.

He tips his head towards the wall where the pictures are still flashing. Another one is of me from the neck down, kneeling on the bed. One hand is curled over the red lace of my panties. The other is cupping my breast.

My instinct is to be embarrassed. To ask him to turn them off. My eyes want to focus on the stretch mark over my thighs and the mushy cellulite of my hips.

But Mikhail doesn’t let me.

He moves behind me, his heat burning through the thin layers of my clothes. His breath on the back of my neck brings my entire body to attention.

“I had to come to my office between meetings and fuck my hand because I couldn’t focus on anything but the way you looked with your legs spread on the bed.” His hand slips over my shoulder and lower, circling my breasts. My nipples ache, but for the first time in days, it’s a good kind of ache. “I was supposed to be talking numbers and projections, but the only thing I wanted to know is how wet you were.”

“Very,” I breathe, leaning back against his hard chest. His cock presses into my lower back. “I was so worked up. I never…”

His mouth is hot on my neck. He slides his hands up my waist, spreading his fingers across my ribs like he wants to hold as much of me as possible.

“Never what?” he growls in my ear. He asks the question like he already knows. He just wants to hear me say it.

I squeeze my thighs together and grind my ass against the bulge in his pants. “I never finished. I couldn’t. I knew my hand would never satisfy me the way you could.”

“No one can satisfy you the way I can.” He works his hands around my waist and slips one inside my pants. The second his finger strokes over my soaked center, I’m putty. I sink into him, my head on his shoulder. “Can they?”

“No,” I gasp.

He shoves my panties aside and dips into my wetness. He teases me up and down until he’s teasing agonizingly slow circles over my clit. “Say it, Viviana. Tell me.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, already fighting off my climax. “No one can satisfy me the way you can, Mikhail. No one has ever fucked me like you do.”

He takes his hand away and I think I said something wrong. Then he grips my chin and forces my eyes to the wall. “Look at yourself. Look at how dirty you are for me.”

A blush creeps up my chest and my neck. I’ve never sent dirty pictures before. I had never even considered it before the other day. But Mikhail makes me crazy. He drives me to do things I would never do: like, oh, I dunno… fuck him in my bridal suite the night before my wedding to his brother.

Or watch a slideshow of myself projected on his office wall while he undresses me.

Once my pants are gone, Mikhail kicks my ankles apart, spreading my legs. Then he slowly bends me over his desk.

“Keep looking at yourself,” he orders as he slides his own zipper down.

“I want to look at you,” I whine.

“Then maybe this will be a fitting punishment for the hell you put me through the other day, after all.” He slides the string of my thong to the side and strokes his head up and down my opening. I stretch my arms long in front of me, gripping the far side of the desk so I don’t melt into a puddle of goo on the floor.

The slideshow starts over. It’s me sitting in front of the camera, my skirt hiked high on my thighs and my shirt gaping open. Add a couple inches to the skirt and do up one more button and it could be a professional headshot. I’m not even sure why I sent it.

But Mikhail growls. “That one is my favorite.”

I huff out a laugh. “That one? Why?”

“Look at your eyes.” He strokes himself through my wetness, teasing us both. “That’s the look you give me when you want me. When you look at me like that, I know I’m about to be inside of you.”

I’m about to tell him that I always look at him like that when he pushes into me. I moan, arching back to take him deeper. But Mikhail teases in and out of me. He moves in toe-curling increments, taking me a little deeper with every thrust.

I reach back and drag my nails over his thighs. He’s still wearing his pants and it’s doing something for me. The thought of him zipping up his pants and wearing these clothes into a meeting minutes after being inside of me… I like it.

“You’re going to smell like sex the rest of the day,” I gasp, bucking my hips back to meet him. “You’re going to smell like me.”

He groans and drives into me, finally buried as deep as he can go. He grabs a handful of my hair and bends my neck back so I’m looking at the screen again.

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