Page 61 of Twisted Attraction

“You’ve worked hard today, Charlotte. Wrap it up, go home, and get some sleep. You can fret more over the hair follicles tomorrow. Are you fine locking up, or would you rather I wait for you?”

“I’ll lock up. I still have to pack my bag and make a trip to the break room for a coffee. I don’t know who was generous enough to put a Keurig machine in there, but—”

Harley casually cleared her throat then, grinning at me.

My mouth dropped. “Harley, I fucking love you.”

She giggled and shook her head. “I love you too, Charlotte. Now, go home. I’m serious. I have access to the office feed. I’ll check it in exactly one hour, and if I see you’re still here, you’re fired for an entire week. A whole week. Do you understand me?”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Yes, Harley. I understand.”

She took her leave then, and after a moment there I’d paused to listen, almost swearing I’d heard her speaking to someone. I marched over to the door to check it out, but when I stuck my head out, glancing left to right down the halls, there was nobody there. As far as I knew, Harley and I were the last ones in the building.

Deciding I was exhausted and that it was my brain playing tricks on me, I left my office and headed down to the break room, which was literally the first room at the head of the building, just off the right-hand side. It had taken me about five minutes to get my coffee ready thanks to using multiple Keurig cups to fill the biggest to-go cup we had, but once I had it in hand, I was stalking back to my office and groaning in absolute heaven at the taste, just for all of it to come spewing out of my mouth when I walked in my office and found Spike butt-naked, hard as a fucking rock, with his lion mask on, grinning wickedly at me.

His clothes were tossed in an ugly pile just under the white boards.

“On your knees,” he commanded in a seductively gruff voice.

I swallowed hard, trying not to choke, and glared at him with my lips pursed.

“What the fuck are you doing, Spike?”

I fought like hell not to purposely glance at his amazing cock or the fact that his piercings looked like they were ready to rip through his gloriously sensitive flesh.

He spit in his hand and then gripped his amazing girth, stroking it, making my lips part and eyes widen with what I was failing to convince myself was deceptive fascination.

My knees grew weak, and reactively my tongue was slithering along my bottom lip at the sight of pre-cum leaking out his swollen head.

Snap the fuck out of it, Charlotte!

I shook my head fast, luckily managing to catch my coffee before it slipped from my grasp, and rushed to put it on my desk, releasing a shriek when a large hand had suddenly gripped my throat from behind.

My body shuddered in sickening pleasure when Spike’s fingertips fastened around my skin and slightly obstructed my airway, his cock pressing against my ass.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Eve,” he whispered, and I fumbled on the tiniest breath I could draw in, unsure why he’d called me Eve when he knew that wasn’t my real name. “Showing up at the precinct looking like this, you’re just asking for any man to shove his head between your scrumptious legs. That’s not okay, Eve. In fact, I almost buried three of my coworkers today because they wouldn’t stop staring at what’s mine.”

“That-that’s not my fault,” I choked out, hating the moan as it tumbled out my mouth when he ground his cock even rougher against my ass.

“You’re right,” he replied in a spine-quivering growl, one that sent a pulse of fire straight to my aching cunt. “It’s not.”

His hand tightened around my throat and in a breathless, forceful push, I was bent over the desk with his free hand snaking up my skirt and under my panties. Spike cursed low under his breath as he felt the arousal drenched along his fingertips.

I knew what was coming and that there was nothing I could do to stop it, so I waited, bracing myself for his cock.

But then my back arched, and the most guttural sound evaded my throat when his scorching hot tongue snaked up my pussy from behind and his mouth began feasting greedily on my asshole.

“Oh my God,” I cried, panting harder as new sensations rushed through me, driving me to the fastest orgasm I ever had in my fucking life.

Spike gathered my juices with his cock and eagerly rubbed it up and down my pussy, pausing when he reached my entrance. It was all the warning I got before he impaled me in a brutal thrust that had my eyes rolling in the back of my head and my hands desperately gripping the sides of my desk for support.

“You’re mine,” he hissed, pounding into me so hard it had the desk sliding up and me damn near toppling off it and head-first onto the floor. “You fucking hear me, Eve? MINE!”

“Ye-yes, Spike,” I cried again, moaning the more I felt my pussy continuously weep as he fucked me faster.

Deeper.

I still couldn’t believe it. Karl and I were together for years and never, not once, had my body ever experienced something so intimately intoxicating as this.

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