Page 22 of Dark Seduction

"Show me how much you want it," he urges, his words as charged as his actions.

Driven over the edge by his commands and the relentless pleasure, I finally tip over the edge, my body shaking with a powerful orgasm that tears through me. I cry out, gripping the desk as waves of intense satisfaction roll over me, leaving me shivering and completely undone under his expert touch.

With a surge of animalistic strength, he wraps his arm around my waist and spins me around, planting me firmly on the edge of the desk. He swiftly drops to his knees, his intense gaze never leaving mine until his lips meet my skin.

He starts kissing along the inside of my thighs, his movements slow and deliberate, sending shivers up my spine as he builds the anticipation with every breath.

As he reaches my pussy, his approach changes; he's no longer teasing. He parts my lips with his fingers, his eyes locked on mine for a moment before he dives in. His tongue works with precision and hunger, licking and flicking with a purpose that has me gripping the edge of the desk.

“God, yes, just like that, just like that.”

He sucks on my clit gently at first, then with increasing pressure, driving me wild. His mouth is relentless, devouring me with total lust, each movement of his tongue designed to draw deeper moans from my throat.

The room fills with the sounds of my escalating pleasure and his deep, satisfied groans as he indulges in me.

He brings me to another orgasm, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, sending me over the edge yet again into a blinding release that eclipses the first. This climax is earth-shattering, much more intense, rippling through me in powerful waves.

I cry out, my body trembling uncontrollably, completely at the mercy of his skilled mouth. As I come down from the high he slowly eases up, placing soft kisses on my thighs, giving me a moment to catch my breath in the afterglow of mind-blowing pleasure.

He stands up, his lips glistening with my juices. Casually, he licks them, his eyes locking onto mine as he murmurs, "You're delicious."

Noticing the bulge in his slacks, I place my hand on his cock, feeling it pulse beneath the fabric. I can't help but tease, "Looks like I'm not the only one who’s turned on here."

He chuckles. "Seems so.”

"I can return the favor, ya know," I offer, licking my lips at the thought.

He pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his features.

"Perhaps another time. All I wanted tonight was a little dessert. And what a sumptuous one it was."

He hands me my panties, which I slip into with a small smile. Then, he hands me the container of my leftover food. "You might want to take the rest to-go, if you don't mind. I've got a long night ahead," he says, hinting at the mountain of work stillwaiting for him.

"Go home and get some rest," he advises, opening the door for me, his demeanor shifting back to the composed, authoritative boss.

I nod, my body still tingling from our encounter as I prepare to step out of his office.

"One more thing," he calls after me.

I pause, turning to face him. He closes the distance between us and plants a slow, deep kiss on my lips. The world seems to blur and fade into the background; all I can focus on is the warmth of his lips on mine, the firmness of his hands on my waist. I feel like I'm melting into him.

Then, just as I'm getting lost in the kiss, he pulls back slightly, gives me a firm swat on the ass, and says, "Good night."

I leave his office, my legs still a little shaky. I go back to my own office to grab my things, still buzzing from our interaction. As I pack up, it hits me—this is his game. He turned me on, made me crave him, then left me wanting.

It dawns on me that even though our encounter seemed like he was giving me everything, it was all orchestrated for his amusement.

Stepping into the elevator, a grin spreads across my face. I realize that Lev and I have just escalated our sexy little contest.

It's a thrilling realization, one that makes me eager to see how far it will go and what kind of move he'll make next.

Chapter 9

Lev

I’m getting in too deep and I know it.

I'm seated at a fancy French bistro called Le Loup, tucked away in a quiet corner of downtown Chicago. The place is quaint featuring old-world charm. It’s decorated with antique light fixtures and intimate tables for two, the walls lined with vintage posters featuring scenes of France from the early 1900s through present day.

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