Page 32 of Falling for Them

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the pleasure as he pushed in a second finger and hit the spot inside me that made flecks of light flicker in the corners of my vision.

He kept up the steady rhythm until I was panting and squirming against him. “Come for me, Elizabeth.”

His fingers moved faster, and I felt the orgasm build inside me like a pressure cooker. He sucked my clit hard, and I detonated, my entire body trembling and clenching as the pleasure rushed through me.

“Leo!” I gasped, my hands grabbing at his hair to pull him closer to me. I didn’t want it to end.

His fingers slowed and he pulled away, his grin cocky as he looked up at me and sucked his fingers clean.

I stood on wobbly legs while I pulled my shirt and bra off. Leo dug in the nightstand and pulled out a condom. There was something so sexy about watching him tear it open and roll it on his hard cock.

He stood in front of me, bringing his hand to cup my cheek. “You’re sure?”

Right now? Yes. Tomorrow? Probably not.

“Yes.”

He kissed me, silencing any doubts. The taste of myself on his lips made heat pool between my legs, ready for more of him.

He spun me around suddenly and pushed me, so I was bent over the bed. “We’ll have to pretend this is my desk.”

His desk? Jesus help me. Had he imagined fucking me on his desk? How was I going to look this man in the eye when we started working together every day?

“Yes, sir.” It fell from my lips before I could stop it, and I cringed.

“Fuck, that sounds good coming from you.” He smoothed his hands over my ass cheeks. “You’ve been a bit sassy, don’t you think?”

His hand came down against me and I yelped, my hands digging into the comforter. The sting was instantly smoothed by the tender touch of his hand rubbing it.

“I asked you a question, Elizabeth.” His voice held barely contained desire, and I couldn’t help but play into the roles we’d fallen into.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Good girl.” His voice was low and gruff, sending a shiver up my spine.

He grabbed my hips and filled me with one smooth thrust. I cried out, my arms threatening to buckle as I braced myself on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He stayed where he was, buried inside me, his hips moving in small circles as I adjusted to him.

“Yes, sir,” I gasped out, my body trembling. “Fuck me, please.”

Leo pulled out slowly and then drove back in, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. I gave up trying to hold myself up and lowered to my forearms, the slight change in angle making him hit the spot that sent me spiraling toward the edge again.

“You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight wrapped around me.” He was breathing hard, his words a struggle. “Fucking perfect.”

I lowered my forehead to my arms, my hands clenching around the blanket. Words failed me as he reached around and rubbed my clit with the same intensity as his thrusts.

“Come for me. Scream my name, Elizabeth.” He took my clit between his fingers and squeezed.

My orgasm crashed into me, leaving no nerve ending untouched. I screamed his name, my voice hoarse and desperate as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

“Fuck!” Leo thrust in one last time before shuddering against me as he came.

We stayed there, connected and panting, until our breathing somewhat returned to normal. As he pulled out, I whimpered at the loss of him and crawled a little further onto the bed to collapse into a puddle.

“I’ll be right back.” He walked into the bathroom, the sink turning on as the reality of what we’d done wiggled its way back into my brain.

When he returned, he had a warm cloth, and he gently wiped between my legs. He did it so tenderly that I wanted to cry.

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