Page 34 of The Frock Up
She grinned, standing on tip-toe to press an enthusiastic kiss to my lips. "I love you too. Now let's eat some cake."
I caught her hand, pulling her into me.
"I have a better idea."
We snuck out of the conference room, leaving my family and employees celebrating the logo.
Dylan looked up from where they were massaging the moisturizer into Ms. Pepper.
"Oh, I know that look." Dyl rolled their eyes. "Go, I shall be your nookie gatekeeper yet again."
I grinned, shooting them a grin. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"Yes—but you also told me you'd give me a raise."
"And a triple Christmas bonus," I agreed, shoving open my office door as Millie followed, giggling and blushing behind me.
"It better be!"
I knocked the door closed with my hip, pressing Millie back against it as the blinds began to lower, closing us in.
"Need you, sweetness."
She sighed, leaning into me. "Need you too."
I loved the breathy note in her voice, the way her pupils dilated as I stroked my thumb over her bottom lip.
"We really should stop doing this," she said, her blush deepening. "It's not fair to poor Dylan."
"They'll get over it," I promised, nuzzling her neck. "I mean, I allow them to bring Ms. Pepper to the office every day. They owe me."
She huffed out a moaning laugh as I bit down gently on the curve of her neck. "Ash…."
I loved how she said my name as I warmed her blood. Loved how her body turned soft and pliant under my hands. Loved how she stretched around my cock as I came inside her.
I captured her mouth, tasting mint and heat, claiming Millie as my own.
"Missed you," I whispered between kisses.
"It's been two hours."
"Far too long."
Her hands slid down my front to fumble at my belt, my cock straining against my zipper as she fought to free me.
I groaned as her hands fisted my length, my eyes closing at the pleasure.
"Oh, sweetness. What would I do without you?"
"Likely get more work done," the saucy minx said with a laugh.
"Turn around."
She pivoted immediately, bracing her hands against the solid door of my office. I gently brushed hair away from her neck, then ran my hands slowly down her back and sides, ensuring I hit every one of her sensitive spots.
"Hurry," she whispered, shivering under my palms. "We won't have long with your family in the building."
My hands fisted the material of her skirt, lifting the material until I could reveal her to me.
