Page 43 of Grace

“If Miss Thomas doesn’t understand something, then it’s clear it needs to be reviewed. Assistants are selected because they see things in a different way, ensuring that nothing important is overlooked,” Mr. Brooks says sharply, his harsh tone raking through my body.

I look it over and underline three things before handing it to him. He curls his fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, again and again, as he signs and returns it to the man. “Leave us to discuss the future. Make sure everything is ready.”

The man nods and hurries off none the wiser. I can’t believe he didn’t say anything about where our hands are. Again, I draw my hand back, assuming we’re done in here.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice clear of any emotion.

My mouth opens and closes. I clear my throat. “Mr. Brooks, I think we should go back to the office. Now that you’ve signed the paperwork, we have more to do… right?”

He looks over the empty room and turns my chin so I can see that the windows are fully frosted, like they always are. Which means no one can see us. I shudder as his fingers curl against that pleasure point inside me again.

“Daniel,” I rasp.

He growls and pulls me onto his lap, his fingers even deeper inside me as his thumb strokes over my clit.

“You’re a very good girl. Able to take my fingers, tease me. I don’t know how you do it, Grace,” he praises while cupping my cheek.

“I… I don’t know,” I whisper.

“Either way, you deserve a thorough reward,” he purrs against my ear. “And you want it, don’t you? That’s why you’re all wet for me.”

My breath comes out shaky. “Yes, sir,” I pant, unable to deny it when he can obviously feel what he does to me. His fingers move inside me again, and I moan. “Daniel, please.”

“I thought you satisfied yourself last night,” he presses, his fingers continuing to tease me.

My lips part, and I hide my face in his neck. “Your fingers are better, so much better. Please, please.”

“You don’t have to beg to come, Grace. I want you to ride my fingers until you come. Show me how badly you want me,” he rumbles in my ear, adjusting me so if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was riding his cock, not just his fingers.

I slowly roll my hips, and he nods. “Good girl. Do you want to kiss me to keep yourself quiet?”

With a weak nod, I pull my face from his neck and kiss him. Daniel kisses me back hungrily. He uses his free hand to guide me. I roll my hips, bounce slightly as I take his fingers the way I need, exploring every move until I find exactly what works for me.

Daniel groans against my lips. He parts my lips with his, then licks into my mouth slowly. My tongue meets his without hesitation. I follow his lead, tangling our tongues, twisting them, savoring every soft brush of his lips and every languid lick he feeds me. My moans echo in his mouth, and he nods against me.

“Good girl. Use my fingers. Take your reward,” he encourages. “I love the view. Love how wet you are for me, can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, however you let me have it.”

“Sir!” I whimper.

“More,” he orders. “Take more. Take everything you need.”

His praise, encouragement, feeling his hard chest under his shirt and his mouth against mine, is too much. His fingers curl inside me every time I roll my hips, and with his thumb brushing my clit… it all works together to push me over the edge. I pant as I bite his shirt to keep myself quiet, my face pressed against the inside of his shoulder.

Daniel makes a pleased sound as my thighs tighten around him with every heartbeat. My pussy is so slick. I move slightly, squirming until Daniel puts me on the table in front of him. I stare at his crotch, then relax.

“You’re not a mess,” I say softly.

He sucks his fingers while he watches me, his dark blue gaze so hot and full of desire that I feel like what we just did is supposed to be a warm-up for more. Once he cleans his fingers off, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me again.

“You could have soaked me, darling, and I would have thanked you,” he purrs against my mouth.

I shudder and my nipples harden. Daniel stands up fully and runs one of his damp fingers over my bottom lip. “You’re going to taste yourself on me one of these days and see why I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.”

“Daniel,” I whimper, unsure of what to say to something that’s so dirty.

“Hopefully, sooner rather than later since I have to go on a short trip soon,” he informs.

“When?” I ask, still too pleased to be worried about anything.

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