Page 23 of Play With Me

Only one other person has ever evoked that kind of reaction from me. And I promised myself it would never happen again.

Apparently, I’m shit at keeping promises to myself.

I knock on her door, tapping my foot impatiently while waiting for her to invite me in. As soon as the door closes behind me, I rip the mask off my face and shove the scrap of fabric in my pocket. “Where were you today?”

“Awww. Was my guard dog worried about Mommy? Someone didn’t do a good job protecting their mistress today, did they? No treats for you, smooth guy. Why don’t you curl up at my feet and show me how sorry you are?” The mouthy bitch doesn’t even look away from her computer as she speaks to me in a babyish tone. Her plump lower lip protrudes as she fake pouts, and unwarranted thoughts of sliding my tongue along it before sucking it into my mouth and biting downhardrun through my mind.

“With all your dog talk, I’m beginning to think you’re into bestiality,” I drawl as I approach her desk. Curling my hands on the back of the chair opposite her, I take her in as she scrunches her petite nose in disgust. She’s wearing horn-rimmed glasses that give her a sexy librarian vibe, and one of her designer suits that hugs her curves in all the right ways. The jacket of it is slung over the sofa, leaving her in a vest that shows off her perfect tits.

And I’m already hard. Great.

“That’s disgusting, and I’m going to pretend likeyou never said it. And I’m still going to keep calling you a dog simply because I like how pissy it makes you.” She exits out of whatever she’s working on and turns her full attention to me, dragging her dark eyes down my body like I’m a decadent dessert she wants to dig into. “I came up with some ideas for how to play tonight. Don’t worry, neither option will require you to break yourmoral compass. Might question your virility, though,” she mumbles the last part under her breath while stacking some papers, clearing the part of her desk that doesn’t house her computer.

“Funny, I remember you coming on my cock just fine. Don’t think there’s anything wrong with myvirility.”

She taps her chin with her finger, looking as if contemplating something. “Funny, I don’t recall. Must not have been that memorable.”

Rolling my eyes, I snort and motion for her to hurry up and tell me her ideas. “Go on then. Let’s hear what you came up with.”

Because the only thing I was able to come up with was her on her knees while I fuck her sassy little mouth. Pretty sure I won’t be able to concentrate on trying to figure out if the killer is in the room while watching her gag on my cock, though.

Such a shame.

“Option one: you sit and enjoy the show. I’ll get myself off, and you’ll get a front-row seat while still being able to see the rest of the room.” She pulls theglasses from her face and sets them next to her computer as she stands. “Option two: I can give you a lap dance, you can pretend like you’re enjoying it, and we can pretend that I ride your fingers to completion. It doesn’t have to be graphic. No one else has to see anything other than what appears to be me riding your hand.”

“I’d prefer the option where I don’t touch you.” My words have no bite as I look everywhere butather because I’m sure she can see right through me.

“You should feel lucky. Touching me is a privilege,” she taunts flirtatiously. I finally drag my eyes to hers. Her pretty lips are upturned like she’s finding this whole interaction amusing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying this.

“I won’t have a problem keeping my hands to myself while pretending like I’m actually enjoying theprivilegeof your taintedflesh.” New York is turning me into such a fucking liar. Carmela looks good enough to eat, and I’ve already proven that my self-control is lacking where she’s concerned. The moment she licked my face at that first show, my dick saluted her like she was its new goddamn mistress, and it was ready to take orders.

The corners of her crimson lips turn up as her thick lashes lower. Black-painted nails pull at the button of her pants, and before I can ask what she’s doing, she’s standing there in nothing but the tight-ass, white vest and a thong that might as well be non-existent. “Oh yeah, smooth guy? So tell me, when I’m bare and spread out in front of you, and multiple pairs of eyes are on us, will you be able topretendyou're enjoying it? Or will you break character and turn your nose up at mytaintedflesh?”

She kicks her chair out of the way, and my dick springs to life as she crawls on top of her desk— tits nearly spilling out of her top. Then she sits back and pulls her legs in front of her, spreading them wide on each side to show me the most glorious fucking view of her glistening pussy behind the flimsy material. “Why don’t we test it out? Hmm? After all, I’m disgusting, right? So this shouldn’t affect you physically. Let’s see how good you are at acting.”

Her hips lift as she pulls her underwear down each leg and flings them in my direction. I catch them midair, resisting the urge to bring them to my nose to inhale her scent. Instead, I shove them in my pocket in an attempt to nonchalantly rearrange my traitorous cock. “What are you doing, Carmela?”

My body is tense, every part of me wanting to surge forward and sink myself into this fucking piece of artwork laid on the desk before me. Our gazes remain locked as she dips her fingers between her legs and starts to rub at her clit, making little sounds of pleasure as she does. “Fuck, I feel good. Come on, Anders. Don’t you want a taste?”

Is the sky fucking blue? What kind of question is that?

Roughly, I pull the chair out and sit my ass down,leaning back to watch her little show. “Keep going,Mellie. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go to prove me wrong.”

She lets out a fucking giggle that makes me want to leap back out of the chair and wrap my hands around her neck. Lying back, she kicks her legs out as she starts to full-on pinch and rub herself while writhing on the surface of her giant desk. “I love being watched. It makes me feel good knowing that men want to watch me take my own pleasure. Knowing that maybe they’ll learn a thing or two about how to please a woman.”

A snort leaves me while my eyes hone in on a smear of arousal that leaks out of her. “I don’t need lessons on how to pleasure a woman.” She can’t see me, her back arching as her head tips back. Hidden from her view, I palm myself through my pants and tug on my painfully hard dick a few times, trying to get it to cooperate with me.

“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” she asks. I canhearthe fucking grin on her face. “Get closer. You’ll be right up in there when we're doing a show. Might as well get comfortable with it.” Her fingers dip down, and the tips of two disappear inside her.

“Fuck.” It leaves my mouth before I can stop it, and I drag the chair closer until my knees bang against the siding of the desk.

Instantly, she springs back up to a sitting position, never stopping her ministrations on herself. Herthick hair falls over to one side, and the smile she’s wearing shows off her perfect teeth behind those plump, crimson-painted lips.

While she’s watching me watch her, I try to have a little restraint, so I place my arms on the desk on either side of her hips. My palms twitch to push her back down so I can sink my tongue into her wet heat.

She throws a leg over my shoulder. It catches me by surprise, and I rise out of the chair before her other leg wraps around my neck. The new position has me leaning over her, just above her soaking wet pussy, where her fingers are pumping in and out, creating lewd—but so fucking arousing—sounds that echo throughout her office. “Why can’t you just admit you want me?” she moans.

“Because I’m not a liar.”

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