Page 53 of Recon Rendezvous

“Oh no, don’t act shy now. I know what you like. You like to be seen, to put on a show,” he rasps as I gape at him. “You know I love to show you off but with this little remote…” He grabs a small white controller from his desk, hitting a button. “We cansee out, but they can’t see in. Maybe if you’re a good girl and ask me nicely, I’ll let them watch you fall apart on my dick.”

Blood roars in my ears as my heart pounds. His words cloak me in lust and need as his knuckles send a tremor through me as they brush my cheek.

“I knew you’d like that.” His voice is like a silky caress when he says, “I love this beautiful face but get on the desk. Ass up.”

My breath hitches as he steps back, offering his hand. Surprising myself, I accept it, allowing him to pull me to my feet and into his arms.

“First,” he whispers against my lips. “Let’s get you a little more comfortable. Just know these hot as fuck shoes are staying on.”

Humming into his kiss, my eyes close as his fingers work to remove my shirt, pulling it from my skirt. Warm hands encircle my waist, offering a squeeze, before the thin material is raised over my head and tossed aside. My bra hits the floor next.

“God, you’re perfect, London,” he growls into my neck, his hands roaming every curve of my body.

I’m buzzing as I lean into him, basking in the weight of his attention.

“I know.”

He pulls back. “You know, huh?” He smirks as he goes to his knees, taking my skimpy panties and skirt with him. “Good. You fucking should.”

My eyes lock with his, again surprised at what I see, what he’s giving me, as I step from my clothing.

“Don’t make me tell you again. Ass up, gorgeous. Let me see you.”

His words send flickers of flames through me as he helps me onto his desk, and I assume the position.

“That’s it,” he growls, trailing fingertips down my spine. “Widen your legs just a little.”

His grunt of approval sends shivers through me as I bite my lip and do what I’m told, spreading my knees, my cheek pressing into the cool desk.

“That’s my good girl,” he soothes. “You look exquisite.”

With him out of sight, my other senses takeover, and I hear the rustle of fabric as he moves about. My body prickles with goose bumps as the cool air tickles my skin and his familiar scents of citrus, sandalwood, and that dash of chlorine swirls around me and I’m practically panting in anticipation.

The squeak of his chair as he takes a seat, ramps up my desire, and my pussy throbs. I’m so fucking wet.

I’m almost floating away when his voice cuts through the lust fog.

“Yes, sit here and look pretty. I need to get some work done.”

It takes a few seconds for the rapid click clack of keyboard keys to meet my ears and I struggle to sit up.The fuck?

“What are you—”

“No, no.” His warm hand rests in the center of my back, offering a gentle pressure. “I like you right where you are.”

“But—”

“No, you’re here for my pleasure. Let me enjoy you.” His warm breath ghosts over my skin. “You have no idea how you look, spread open for me.” He hums. “How mouthwatering you smell.”

His words and the deep gravel in his voice cause me to shiver as my back arches, seeking more.

“That all sounds great, but I’m not going to sit here while you work,” I protest.

“That smart mouth, I swear it makes my dick hard every time. Let me help you out. Give this mouth something to do besides complain.”

He stands, the soft material of his suit jacket tickling my skin and bends over me, kissing up my back, before my arms are pulled behind me.

Did he…

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