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“Be careful. Don’t need the cleaning crew wondering why there are claw marks on the desk.” I swat her pussy, sending her body bucking forward. I push the wet cotton to the side and run my fingers along her bare pussy lips. I cup her entire mound, holding it firmly in my hand while I growl against her throat, “Who the fuck is this shaved for?”

“I just like it that way,” she answers in a shaky voice.

“You’re lying, Isla,” I lean down and gently bite her ear. “Tell me who the hell you bared your pussy for.” I slapped her mound.

“You,” she cried out, moaning and rolling her head back to land on my shoulder.

“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” She nods. “Are you thinking of me when you’re playing with your little slit? Don’t lie to me,” I ordered her, rubbing her slick entrance.

“Yes,” she hums, practically vibrating from my touch. It won’t be too much longer until she comes on my fingers, but it’s not enough. I need more, so much more. I want to see her submit to me and prove that she belongs to me. Her loyalty is to me and not to Granger.

“Good. Do it right now.” I release my hold on her and then spin her around before taking a seat in my chair. My wet fingers come to my lips, sucking off her sweetness.

“What?” she asks, looking horrified.

“Punishment, or as I see it, was a reward. Sit on my desk, feet on my chair and pleasure yourself.” Her pale cheeks are so flush they’re nearly bright red. The lovely red hair that frames her face will look so perfect against my pillows tonight. Hell, the second we get home from the office.

“I’m growing impatient, Isla,” I growl, pinning her with a glare.

She moves to sit on my desk. “Panties off. I want to see that sweet pussy gushing for me.” As she gets on top, I take control and slide my hands over her slender legs and grip the edge of the wet panties and drag them off. “Fuck,” I groan, biting down on my lip as I eye her slit.

“Is something wrong?” There’s a hint of panic on her pretty face, but I can’t have that. I want her as relaxed and ready as can be for all I have planned for her.

Shaking my head, I smile. “Nothing, Ms. Bryne. Part those thighs and start stroking that pussy.” I drop to my chair and sit with my legs spread wide open as I wait to enjoy the show.

“Yes, Sir.”

Her shoes press on the arms of my chair and my heart races.

Chapter Four

Isla

Lord, what is going on? Am I daydreaming again? I’m gonna snap out of it at my desk, looking like a fool, slobbering on myself, and moaning. “Isla, little girl. Don’t get shy on me now. I want those sexy fingers that spend all day typing away, splitting those lips apart and strumming that sweet nub.”

“Yes, Mr. Sullivan.” My hand slides over my stomach and down to my bare mound, where my practiced hands have brought me to orgasm over and over since I’ve started working for the lucky Carter Sullivan.

His eyes focus on my core and my pussy throbs, gushing juices all over my fingers. I should be embarrassed, but his tongue swipes over his lips like a man starved, and suddenly all my fantasies are coming to life.

“Carter,” I moan, dipping my finger into my virgin pussy. His eyes dart up to mine, where a growl falls from his lips. He’s so onto me that there’s no way I can hide the truth that I’ve screamed his name in the middle of the night repeatedly.

Smirking, he stares into my soul with a devilish grin. “Do you say my name when you stroke your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Keep going. Show me how you get off.” I continue, closing my eyes as I lose myself to the feeling, and then I hear the sound of his belt. My eyes fly open and I’ve never seen anything so amazing. Well, I’ve definitely never seen something like that in person. His long, thick cock is out, and he strokes it with his powerful hand.

I move faster, moaning louder, and then he pulls my hand away. I gasp, shocked. He slaps my pussy. “Don’t frown. You’re being punished. You don’t get to come just yet, baby girl.”

He lifts my hand and slides his mouth over my fingers, sucking the juices right off. Jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my core, and I clench up. He stops me, pinning me down with his body. “You’re a bad little girl. I’m going to have to spank you again before I fuck you into being a good little employee, aren’t I?”

“Fuck…yes…um…” His cock grinds against my stomach and I fight the urge to roll my hips up to rub off on him. “I’m…” I can’t find my voice because my ache is so damn intense.

“You’re what, baby? You’re close?” He lifts my top off me, tossing it to the side. His fingers slide over my bra, tugging down the fabric. Then he rubs my breast with the pad of his thumb and sets me off. My legs shake, thighs clench and his mouth lands on mine.

“Fuck…that was sexy. Now I want to feel that while you’re wrapped around my cock.”

“But…there’s…something,” I pant, and then he cuts me off before I can get the words out.

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