Page 18 of The Bonus

He stills, and his eyes rise to meet mine.

Oh hell…that did not just come out of my mouth.

His eyes flicker with arousal. “You fucked yourself with my computer mouse?”

I think he liked it.

“Uh-huh…” I cringe, this could go either way.

He stands. “And what else of mine have you fucked yourself with?” He unzips his suit pants and pulls out his super-sized cock.

My eyes bulge from their sockets, nothing as fun sized as that.

He’s engorged and hard, thick veins course down the length of it, and it’s a wonder there’s any blood left in his body.

“Ruler.”

“My ruler?” he gasps.

Oh, for the love of god. Stop. Talking.

“How dare you use my stationery in this manner.” He widens his eyes; he likes this game.

I do too.

“That’s right.” I grab a handful of his hair and drag him back down to me. “Less talking, more licking.”

He chuckles into me and kisses my thigh. “In a minute.”

Standing, he undoes my dress at the waist and tears it open, I lie on his desk in only my bra.

His eyes linger on my skin, he trails his finger from my jaw down between my breasts and then down to the lips of my sex.

“Pink,” he murmurs almost to himself as he spreads me wide. “I’ve watched a lot of redheaded porn to try and imagine what you’d be like.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “But nothing could prepare me for your beauty.”

“You’ve thought about my body.”

“Every fucking day.”

The air crackles between us.

“Have you thought about mine?” he asks.

“Every fucking night.”

“When you fuck yourself?”

I nod. “Yes.” I take his hand in mine. “When you stretch me open and give me what I need.”

He inhales sharply, his eyes flutter. “Gracie,” he whispers darkly.

I sit up and pull him close, our lips touch as we kiss.

Softly at first, barely a whisper.

But it’s so good, he takes my face in his two hands and I kiss him again. He frowns against me as our kiss deepens.

An intimate kiss in a sea of arousal, it’s unexpected.

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