Page 27 of Bidding on Her Orc Boss

Xnaurl’s jaw clenches. “This isn’t a game, Zana.”

“Isn’t it?” I stand, smoothing down my dress. “Well, if there’s nothing else, I should probably go find my office. Maybe join that orientation tour for the new hires. I’m sure they’d appreciate a friendly face, and they can explain the dress code to me better.”

As I reach for the door handle, Xnaurl’s large hand covers mine. The heat of his skin sends a shiver down my spine.

“Don’t,” he says, his voice low and rough.

I turn to face him, our bodies mere inches apart. “Don’t what, X? Don’t follow the rules? Don’t push your buttons? Or don’t leave this office looking like this?”

His green eyes blaze with a mixture of frustration and desire. It’s a look that makes my knees weak and my heart race.

“All of the above,” he growls.

I bite my lip, fighting back a grin. “Make me.”

X’s eyes flash with a primal hunger that sends a thrill down my spine. His lips crash into mine, his kiss rough and demanding. My back hits the door as he presses against me, his massive frame engulfing mine. I melt into him, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters against my mouth.

I can’t help but chuckle. “You love it.”

His hands roam down my sides, bunching up the fabric of my dress. When he reaches my bare skin, he pauses. “No underwear? Really, Zana?”

“What? I’m embracing the dress code. Less is more, right?”

X growls, lifting me effortlessly. He carries me to his desk, sweeping papers aside with one arm before setting me down. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But what a way to go,” I tease, watching as he kneels between my legs. His large hands spread my thighs, and I bite my lip in anticipation.

His fingers trace along my inner thighs, sending shivers through my body. “Let’s see how long you can keep that smart mouth shut,” X challenges, lowering his head between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue has me arching off the desk. “Oh god,” I whimper, gripping the edge for dear life. X’s tongue finds my clit, and I gasp. My hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as he works his magic. God, how does he always know exactly what I need?

X’s ministrations are relentless, his talented mouth working me into a frenzy. I feel the pressure building, my hips starting to buck against his face. “X, I’m close, I’m-“

Suddenly, the delicious sensation stops. My eyes fly open to see X looking up at me, a wicked gleam in his eye.

I whine in frustration. “Why’d you stop?”

X looks up at me, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Punishment, my dear Zana.”

“For what? Being too sexy for the office?”

X’s green eyes narrow, but I catch the hint of amusement lurking beneath his stern expression. “For being a brat,” he says, reaching into a drawer. “And for thinking you can outsmart me.”

Before I can protest, he plunges a finger into me, making me cry out. “X, please!”

“Please what?” he asks, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

I’m about to beg him to let me come when I feel something else pressing against me. My eyes widen as he pulls out a smaller version of an alpha dildo. “Is that...?”

“A dildo? Yes,” X confirms, his voice low and gravelly. “You need time to reflect on your actions, Zana.”

My heart races as he applies lube to the toy. “And how exactly am I supposed to reflect with that in my—oh!” I gasp as he slowly, carefully inserts it.

“That’s your punishment,” X says, sliding the toy inside me. I grip it with my muscles, hoping to find some relief to my aching need. “Good girls get to orgasm. Naughty girls who don’t follow the rules... Don’t.”

I groan, torn between frustration and arousal. “You’re evil.”

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