Page 77 of Playboy Boss

She shrugged, knowing it was a lost cause. “I just think if the opportunity for something good comes along, you should take it.”

He stood, slipping his laptop under his arm. “Oh, I intend to. With you.”

Just like that, her mind was off Bayou Sling. She smiled at him, memories of their morning coming back, sending ripples through her body. “What do you have in mind?”

“Taking you home with me. Feeding you Chinese take away. Then giving you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever known.”

The apex of her thighs throbbed. “Why wait?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Come again?”

“Indeed.” She stood, thinking she wanted to taste him. She wanted to give him pleasure as he’d given her. “The copy room is empty.” And there was a proper wall and door for privacy.

“You’re quite naughty, aren’t you?” He grinned.

“Yes.” She walked to the glass conference room door and pulled the door handle. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Five minutes later, Scottie heard the door of the copy room open. Konrad filled the doorway. God, this man was so beautiful. He closed the door, holding her stare as he locked it.

“You can’t make any noise. Not everyone’s left for the day yet.”

“My noise won’t be the problem.” She gave him a wicked grin.

His eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”

She walked over to him, dropping to her knees in front of him.

“Scottie,” he groaned.

“Let me do this. I haven’t yet.” She unbuckled his belt. “I want to so much.”

She’d never necessarily wanted to do that with a man. It had never occurred to her that she could give pleasure. She’d never felt protected enough to want to. But, with Konrad, she’d stay on her knees until they ached to show him how protected she felt.

She unzipped his trousers, pushing down until they pooled at his feet. He gasped at his freed erection as she stroked him. She was in control. No question there. And it was exhilarating to see this big, hard man succumb to her.

Though she’d never done this with a man, she knew by instinct alone what to do. She put him in her mouth, tasting him. Going further, she took him fully in her mouth, her grip tight on his base. He thrust his hands into her ponytail.

“My God, Scottie. Your mouth … it’s…” He groaned. “Heaven.”

She continued. Feeling him. Knowing what he wanted her to do. The satisfaction she’d received from this act made her feel free. She’d even forgotten where she was. She just kept pleasuring him until he grew steel hard in her mouth and yanked her ponytail.

“I’m coming,” he choked out, and attempted to remove himself from her mouth.

But she remained and took every bit of him, swallowing it down until he stopped, and she became aware of her aching knees.

Scottie sat back on her heels, staring up at him anew. Everything was new in her eyes. “Did you like it?”

He dropped to his knees, pulling her into him. “Fuck yes.”

His mouth came down on hers in a savage kiss. She was floating, and she knew this was what people talked about. This feeling. This was true ecstasy. True connection.

She’d given him her trust, and she couldn’t feel more vulnerable. Or secure.

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