Page 107 of Reluctantly You

I don’t know if I want to tell anyone how it ends.

I stare at the ticking clock, waiting for the last person to leave the office. When I hear their muttered voices retreat, I make my way toward Gideon’s office, my lungs holding in air. Anticipation. Greed.

I shouldn’t.

I really shouldn’t, but god, my body wants him.

Pushing his office door open, I see him on his computer, his eyes lifting to meet mine. Dark, deep pools of longing stare back at me, his tongue peeking out and wetting his lips.

“Lock the door,” he says lowly, and I do as he says, flicking my fingers against the door handle.

It’s just us. Alone.

He leans back in his chair and beckons me forward, his long legs stretched out before him.

“Look at you. Been avoiding me all damn day. All damn week. Thought maybe you wouldn’t show.”

I huff and step closer to him, my body humming with need.

“Been showing up just fine every day after work.”

“You have. Now, bend over the desk,” he commands, and my already-hard cock twitches in my slacks.

I come to a stop between his outstretched legs and turn around, my elbows on the cool desk, my ass and hips arched out.

I feel his hands cup my cheeks through the fabric of my pants as he kneads them in his palms.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, making my skin on my face flush red.

His fingertips skim around to the front of my thighs and cup my cock. I groan lowly and he chuckles at my response.

I tried so damn hard to keep it all inside, to pretend he doesn’t have this effect on me, but he does.

He so fucking does.

It’s a wonder everyone doesn’t already know what’s happening behind his closed door after hours.

It’s as clear as fucking day.

He’s getting me off, and I’m letting him.

I’m begging for it.

His fingers slip to the button on my pants and deftly undoes it, tugging them down my thighs, baring my ass to him. He leans forward and blows a warm breath across my skin before he bites down on my ass cheek. I gasp at the sensation of his mouth on me.

“So fucking delicious,” he murmurs, and I let out a long breath, half groan, half wheeze.

The things he makes me do. The things I never thought I’d let myself want.

And now I have them.

Almost all of them.

I see him reach into his drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, dribbling some onto his fingertips and bringing it to my ass. He massages the lube around my hole and I feel it open slightly, wanting to be filled.

“Oh fuck,” I moan.

I want him to fuck me.

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