Page 41 of Tempting All The Way

He rolls his eyes. “I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you.” Sprinting to the other side of the hall, I offer Terri a polite smile. “So sorry,” I mouth as I walk past her and knock on Nathan’s door.

He looks up and smiles at me. “Shardonnay, what can I do for you?” he asks.

“Mr Christianson would like to see you in his office, immediately. His words, not mine,” I say.

“Did he say why?” he asks. What is it with these men thinking that Xavier’s going to tell me exactly why he wants to see them?

As I reclaim my seat at my desk, both Nathan and Alistair walk past me, the door to Xavier’s office shuts, and I do my best not to eavesdrop on the conversation happening on the other side. It’s hard not to hear when Xavier and Nathan are yelling. I hear the word ‘quit’ and ‘you’re a fucking idiot’ repeated a few times.

They’re not in there that long before Nathan storms out again. He doesn’t look at me, which I’m extremely thankful for. I don’t want his wrath focused on me. I have a feeling he’s on a one-way mission to Bentley.

Five minutes later, Alistair walks out, stopping at my desk. “Shar, can you book a VIP table at Unhinged. We’re all going out tonight.”

“Ah, sure, is there a particular reason—occasion,I mean?” I ask him.

“It’s Friday and the more alcohol I ply these idiots with, the less likely they are to kill each other.” He smirks a smirk that I bet has girls dropping their panties. Still, it does nothing to me.

“Okay, I’ll book it.” Once Alistair is out of sight, I walk into Xavier’s office, locking the door behind me. “Fog your window over, sir,” I tell him.

Xavier looks up at me, a drink in one hand, his phone in the other. “Now really isn’t a good time, Shardonnay.”

“Too bad. You can either fog your windows, or the whole office is about to get a view of my tits.” I start to unbutton my blouse.

“Fuck.” Xavier reaches for the button, and I know without looking that glass has been fogged over.

Sliding my shirt down my arms, I let it slip off, then reach behind me and unzip my skirt. It flutters to the floor as I slowly make my way over to Xavier’s desk. My fingers twist at the clip on the front of my bra, and my breasts fall free as the lace drops to the ground.

Xavier is silent, his eyes heating a trail up and down my body as he watches me. When I make it to his desk, I step behind it. He pushes his chair back, giving me room to step between him and the solid piece of furniture. My fingers hook into the sides of my panties and I pull them down my legs.

“This is what’s going to happen,” I tell Xavier as my fingers undo his belt, and then the button on his pants. His cock is rock-hard, tenting the fabric of his pants, as I purposely brush my fingers along its length. “I’m going to turn around and bend over this desk,” I say, unzipping his fly. “You’re going to fuck me with this glorious cock of yours, and you’re going to take any and all frustrations you have right now out on my body.”

Xavier’s eyes widen. They’re full of heat as he watches me turn around. I position myself on top of his desk. I don’t bother to move any of his files or papers. I feel his fingers slide up the underside of my right thigh, continuing to slip through my folds. “You’re fucking perfect, Shardonnay, and drenched,” he says, shoving a finger inside me.

“I’m always drenched when you’re around.” I smile, peering over my shoulder at him.

“This is going to be quick and rough. Hold on to the edge of the desk.” I feel him stand, and the next thing I know, his cock is lined up with my entrance. He thrusts all the way in, the top of my legs banging against the ledge. One of Xavier’s hands wraps around my hair, pulling my head up. His body leans over mine. “If you want to act like a dirty little whore, Shardonnay, and strip in my office, a place we both agreed was a no-sex zone, then I’m going to fuck you like one,” he hisses into my ear. There’s something arousing about his whispered words. I’m so used to his gruff voice. “Is that what you want? You want to be my dirty little whore?” he asks, tugging on my hair a little more roughly.

A moan slips out of my mouth as my hips push backwards into him. “Y-yes, sir,” I manage to say. He releases my hair, grips the back of my neck, and pins me to the desk. He pulls all the way out of me, before thrusting back in, harder than before. He repeats this process, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. “Yes!” I moan.

He pauses and I turn my head to see him bend down and reach for something. “Open your mouth,” he demands. I drop my jaw and he shoves my panties passed my lips. “Keep them there. If you can’t be quiet, then I have to muffle your screams. As much as it pains me to do so.”

Xavier starts fucking me harder, faster. Each thrust pushing me against the desk top. His hand wraps around the front of me, his fingers find my clit, and he starts rubbing. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

“Fuck yes, come for me. Squirt your fucking juices all over my cock.” Xavier continues to fuck me right through my orgasm.

A couple of minutes later, he pulls out, and spirts of warm liquid coat my back. I lie still, catching my breath and only looking back over at him when I feel his fingers trace the letter Xover my skin. He sure does have a thing for marking me. I should be grateful he’s not a tattoo artist.

Chapter Twenty

What a fucking day it’s been. I’ve been putting out one fire after the other. I probably would be blowing a gasket if it wasn’t for the gorgeous woman sitting beside me. Shardonnay is a fucking godsend in more ways than one. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who can rattle me the way she does. To say I was shocked when she walked into myoffice today and stripped down before demanding that I fuck her over my desk is an understatement.

Also, a request I wasn’t going to say no to. A naked Shardonnay could get me to do anything. It’s dangerous how much control she has over me, and the best part of that is she doesn’t even know it.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I lean in and whisper, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Her returning smile lights up my whole world. “I’m good. How are you?” she asks.

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