Page 142 of Volatile Obsessions

“You tell me. Tell me what you want, baby. You want the King to fuck you right here, to own that tight little cunt all over your workspace? Make it drip down on the glass?” Snaking a hand between her legs, I caressed her softly over the lace of her panties with the pad of my thumb, eliciting a little mewl with every rotation.

“Did you lock the door?” Her query came panted.

“No, why?”

“Hit extension two.”

I did as instructed, reaching over her desk for the phone. A simple tap of the button and it beeped only twice before her PA’s voice filled the space.

“What’s up, L?”

“I’m wrapping up here in a few. You can go early,” Lux said to her, voice schooled to perfection.

“You sure? I don’t mind staying until 6.”

The hell you will.

“Not necessary,” Lux blurted, obviously thinking the same. “Have a good night, babe.”

“If you say so—I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night!”

The line clicked, and Ellie was gone, leaving us alone once more.

Lux promptly returned her full attention my way, seemingly more appeased at the fact no one would be strolling in unannounced.

“Where were we?” she questioned.

“I was about to turn you out on your desk,” I reminded her.

“Oh, yeah—that’s right.” She grinned salaciously.

As she threw her arms around my neck, I gripped her at the backs of her thighs and lifted her off her seat, all but throwing her into the desk.

She squealed excitedly.

I pinned her down.

Lips crashed instantly, tearing into each other with rabid nips of our teeth.

Hot.

Needy.

Roused by our setting.

My hands trailed down her body, reverently, bunching the hem of her skirt. Yanking it upwards and over her hips, she was left on display for me.

Sheathed only by black lace.

Calling for my tongue.

I could practically taste her, slipping my middle finger around the thin fabric between her lips.

“So wet,” I cooed, increasing the pace.

But the reaction I received was far from what I was expecting.

“Stop. Stop! Rome, stop!” Lux pushed me off, eyes wild.

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