Page 45 of Tamed By You

On my way x

Harry gave me a keycard to the club so I could come and go through the staff entrance. We are keeping our hook ups on the down low, and I don't need anyone, least of all Jack catching me in Harry's office.

I reach his office, turn the handle, and get myself inside, locking the door before turning to see him.

Shit, he looks stressed. He’s hunched, head in his hands, white paper scattered all over his desk. He lifts his head, staring blankly until recognition hits him and a wide grin spreads across his face sending a flutter to my belly.

“Lunch delivery,” I sing song, my voice sounding lighter and happier than it has in days.

“You have no idea how badly I need you right now. Get your sexy ass over here,” he says rising to his feet, striding towards me. Excitement zaps through me and I drop my purse unceremoniously to the floor as he reaches for me, pulling me to him.

I fall into his chest, and he cups the back of my head, bringing his lips to mine, his tongue invading my mouth and I welcome it.

God, I needed this.

“I've got like twenty minutes. Diana has got me running her errands like her little bitch and I need to get to Nordstrom and be back by two,” I moan against his lips.

“I’ll have you screaming my name in ten,” he says leading me towards the couch and sitting down.

I stay standing, unzipping my skirt. I can't go back to work with a creased skirt. I stand before him, white blouse, blackthong, black stockings with lace round the thigh and my black Christian Louboutin heels.

He swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, scanning my body from my heels up to my face. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look dressed like that, baby?”

His use of the word baby sends a rush of moisture in between my legs, whilst simultaneously making my heart skip a beat. Many men have admired my body, but none of them do it like Harry or evoke the same reaction.

Calm your tits, girl, we don’t do the feelings thing. It’s just sex, remember?

“Where do you want me” I say, acting coy.

He leans his head against the back cushions. “Sit, on my face and let my tongue make you forget all about your bad day.”

Yep, my heart is galloping in my chest. Harry and his dirty mouth has me in a chokehold.

I go to straddle his lap, but he sinks down lower so he’s now laying on his couch and I lean over the armrest.

He taps my ass. “Sit” he demands.

“You’re not going to be able to breathe,” I reply, my voice quivering in anticipation of his touch.

“Baby if that's how god intends for me to go, I’ll go a happy man.”

I let out a giggle, one I haven't made in what feels like forever as I lower myself down on his face. His hot tongue swipes through my folds and I let out a raspy moan. Covering my mouth with my hand, I’m conscious of someone hearing us.

His tongue finds my clit and he sucks, hard. There’s no easing into it, there’s no time today. He’s sucking and swirling his expert tongue on my pulsing clit and the deep moan that escapes his lips has me gripping the edge of the couch and my eyes rolling. Every lash of his tongue fans the flames that burn in my core, making my hips rotate against his expert mouth.

“Dear god…” I moan, riding his face. I feel my legs begin to shake. I’m so close, my moans becoming louder. I clamp my hand tighter over my mouth firmly, trying my best to suffocate my scream.

One final suck of my clit and I detonate, writhing above him. He grips my ass cheeks, rocking my hips back and forth as I ride out my orgasm on his tongue. I fall forward, my weight supported on my forearms on the arm of the couch, feeling utterly spent already. He slides out from beneath me. I close my eyes trying to catch my breath but hearing the familiar sound of his belt coming undone and a foil packet ripping has my heart rate picking up again.

His weight sinks into the couch behind me and my eyes fly open when I feel his hot mouth on my entrance. Thrusting his tongue inside me, in and out in a spine-tingling rhythm.

“You ready, Ali baby? This is going to be quick,” he mumbles, his hot mouth still pressed against my sex.

I nod, not able to speak. A shudder rolls through me as he rises and slams into me. I throw head back on a whimper, pleasure pulsing through as he gives me slow, deep punishing thrusts, over and over again, I feel the pressure building and press my forehead to the couch cushion, angling my hips as he buries himself inside me.

His calloused hand smooths up my back under my blouse sending tingles all over my body. He presses his chest to my back, changing the angle, his thrusts now deeper and relentless, the sounds of our bodies coming together filling the room. I say silent prayer that the music playing in his office right now is drowning out the noises for anyone who may be next door.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

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