Page 22 of Audacity

‘Fuck,’ he grits out. He rolls my nipple between his fingers without loosening his grip. I could come just from this.

‘It’s so pretty. God, I could play with these all night.’ He reaches up and gives my other nipple the same treatment. Pinching it hard. Rolling it. I let my mouth drop open as I gaze at him, at the workings of his jaw as he explores my body. More gently, he takes the hand cupping my breast and lowers it to my thigh so he can weigh both breasts in his hands, squeezing them as his thumbs work my nipples.

‘I could do this to you in the office, couldn’t I? I could just play with you whenever I wanted to.’

‘Yes—’ I gasp. ‘Yes, you can do anything you want to me. I told you, I’m your fuck toy.’

He pushes them together, assessing my cleavage. ‘I’d love to see these around my dick. I can’t imagine how good it would feel.’

‘I want to do that for you,’ I tell him, trying not to squirm on the seat. He’s ordered me to stay still, after all. But the sexual energy coursing through my body has me lit up from the inside.

‘God, we’ll never get any work done,’ he huffs. ‘I told you. The way you look will be a major, major problem. Now, let’s see the rest of you. Keep holding yourself open for me, that’s a good girl.’

He releases both my breasts, and I pout, but my fingers keep a grip on my slippery pussy. With one hand, he grips my chin firmly so I can’t look away from him.

And the other?

It skates down over my stomach, causing a fresh outbreak of goosebumps, and then he’s sliding his fingers down my landing strip. When they hit my clit, I gasp, my eyes widening, and he grins wolfishly. ‘God, I love that.’

He finds my entrance and pushes two fingers in hard. Our faces are so, so close, and the satisfied gleam in his eyes as he feels me from the inside is almost as hot as the sensation of being filled up.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he says, and I mentally clock getting a former priest to blaspheme as a pretty positive sign. ‘You’re so ridiculously wet, andsotight.’

‘I’ve been like this the whole way through dinner,’ I tell him.

‘Have you now?’ He shoves his fingers in deeper and crooks them right as his thumb finds my clit again. It’s perfect, just perfect, and I’m so wound up and so close that I might embarrass myself by coming before he’s even got started with me.

‘Shit,’ I say, letting out a shuddery breath.

He gazes at me intently. ‘You okay?’

‘Just trying to hold off,’ I pant.

‘Let’s slow it down then. I want to have way more fun with you.’ With that, he lifts his thumb off my clit and bends to kiss me as he fucks me in a leisurely fashion with his fingers. I clench around them as I kiss him back, trying to communicate with my lips and tongue just how aroused I am. Naked and writhing on astool while a gorgeous, powerful, fully-dressed man samples my body is pretty much nirvana for me.

CHAPTER 10

Athena

He pulls away, releasing my jaw and withdrawing his fingers before lowering himself elegantly to his knees. He leans in to inspect my pussy, so close I can feel the torturously light kiss of his breath on my exposed flesh. I’m so wet now my fingers are losing their grip.

When he speaks, the timbre of his voice is as low, as rough, as I’ve heard it so far. ‘I want to get an invoice from the hotel later this week to replace the fabric on this stool because you’ve ruined it so thoroughly with the mess you’ve made.’

He glances up at me, and I stare back at his beautiful eyes and ravenous expression and sensual mouth. Arousal is coursing through me, treacle-thick and heady. I need that mouth on menow, but I’m also beginning to realise that I’ve seriously underestimated this guy’s capacity for filth, and it’s the most glorious kind of epiphany. I already know that I’ll let him do whatever the fuck he likes to me when he has me in that office.

‘That won’t be a problem,’ I tell him. ‘Permission to show you?’

A curt nod.

I slide my fingers inside my body, avoiding my clit, which is an unexploded grenade in this moment. I am absolutely soaking.I pull them out and wipe them on the damask, leaving a slick streak that darkens the cream fabric.

‘Perfect,’ he whispers. ‘Obedient little thing, aren’t you? Keep your hands on the armrests.’

It seems he wants to reward me, because he leans in and takes one nipple in his mouth, groaning deeply as he sucks on it. It’s so fucking good, and I want to clutch at his head and hold him to my breast so he can suck for dear life, but my obedience is more important than my pleasure just now.

Besides, I have a feeling he’ll make it worth my while if I’m a good girl.

So I do my best to arch against his mouth as my hands claw at the ends of the armrests, and I take the agonised arousal he’s provoking in me and I revel in it.

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