Page 36 of Cruel Fate

I pause my lesson and swivel in my chair. His suit is rumpled, and his hair is messy. He has the look of a lost little boy, but the sophistication of a wealthy man. The combination is too much, and I keep myself from swooning into a puddle at his feet. “Waiting for Zarah. Are you working late again?”

“Yeah, but I have fifteen minutes. Come here.”

“Do you need me to take notes?” I reach for the iPad laying near my keyboard.

“No. It’s not that type of meeting.”

His eyes meet mine and my muscles quiver.

I drop my hand and swallow. “Okay.”

I follow him into his office, and he closes the shades, though the executive floor is empty. The city is spread out beneath us, kneeling at the feet of the future king of King’s Crossing.

He backs me against the wall and kisses me, and my insides go liquid. Not because of the passion, not because of the heat, but because of how tender he is. He barely presses his lips to mine...he barely touches my hair.

“Stella,” he murmurs, and I picture my heart a mushy lump in my chest. I want him. I want to give him something, and I rub my fingers over his cock. He’s hard, and he moans as I caress him through his pants.

“Do you want me, Zane?” I ask, my voice sounding nothing like me.

Last night I counseled a girl and told her she’s strong enough to survive anything. I’m the same person, but this evening, I feel like I can’t think unless Zane’s inside me.

Like I can’t live if he doesn’t love me.

“More than you will ever know,” he whispers.

I had to dress in another secondhand suit, and to appear more sophisticated, I brushed the front of my hair back andfastened it away from my face with a gold clip. I’m trying to fit in the best I can until I can afford to spend more on clothing, but the pieces are made of a lighter material and the skirt and blazer are a cream and periwinkle blue. Zarah will know the minute she sees me that this isn’t a fall outfit. Zane probably knows too, but he doesn’t care, skimming his finger over my thin blouse that matches the cream.

My nipples harden.

He nuzzles my lips again, crowding me against the wall. As much as I want him, I don’t want to keep having sex in his office.

“Zane...” I need him to love me in a bed and he hears it in my voice, but he sinks to his knees.

“Just let me give you a little something until we can have a proper date night.”

“Will you come home with me tomorrow?” I ask, my legs trembling as he glides his hands up my thighs.

“Yes,” he says, finding the tops of my garters. I don’t know why I started wearing them except to entice him to do exactly what he’s doing.

Zane pushes aside my panties and finds me dripping. I’m in a constant state of arousal around him. Sometimes I miss something in a module because I’m daydreaming about him tying me up with one of his ties instead of learning how to calculate a formula.

“Jesus, Stella.”

I agree.

I widen my legs, wobbling on my beige heels. He nudges me with a fingertip, feeling how swollen and needy I am, and I use the wall for support, my fingers digging uselessly into the textured paint. I want him to push inside me, one finger, two, even three, but instead of begging, I let him go at his own pace. He’ll enjoy pleasing me, and I’ll enjoy the anticipation too. If I don’t pass out first.

My skirt is bunched around my waist, and Zane holds my panties aside and pleasures me. I look down at him kneeling on the floor, and it’s so sexy.

Gently, he slides a finger into me, and I moan.

“You like that,” he says, pushing his finger inside me as far as it will go. He adds another and slicks his thumb against my clit. At the light touch, I quiver and bite my lip. I don’t want to come right away, but he twists his fingers, and when he replaces his thumb with his hot tongue, I teeter on the precipice of an orgasm.

I’m going to die of pleasure, my blood fizzing, every nerve ending on fire.

“Stella, I love the way you taste.”

“More,” I plead, widening my legs as far as I can without falling. I wish he would lay me down on the couch, or even bend me over his desk again. At this point, I’m going crazy and desperately need him inside me. I don’t care that earlier I said I didn’t want to make love in his office. I’ll let him have me wherever the hell he wants.

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