Page 38 of Tempted By Eden

His eyes flick up to mine, a warning passing through them.Not an inch, his lips mouth.

I bite my lip, forcing myself to still, the tension between us growing unbearable. I struggle to focus on his conversation. My body aches for his touch, to finish what he started.

With the phone still pressed to his ear, he leans forward and runs his tongue up the length of my slit. The sensation is too much. I gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, trying and failing to keep quiet.

“I’ll have to call you back.” James’s voice comes out muffled with his face buried in my pussy. I’m struggling to remain quiet as his words vibrate against my core and he hangs up just before I let out a loud breathy moan.

James dives in deeper, sucking my clit into his mouth, and I cry out. The anticipation, the denial, has built to the point that it only takes a few more strokes of his tongue before I explode, my body convulsing against his face as the orgasm rips through me. The room fades and I arch my spine, throwing my head back.

James’s lips linger on my thighs as I come down from the high, every inch of me throbbing. The world feels like it’s tilting, as though every sense has been heightened and sharpened by him. His mouth is still wet from me, his breath hot on my skin, and all I want is to keep him there. To stay in this haze. He pulls back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, a self-satisfied grin firmly in place.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Never in a million years would I have thought I had a praise kink, but sure enough, every time he says “good girl,” I melt into a puddle.

I can’t believe we just did that on his desk.

I blink, the reality of what just transpired crashing over me. We’re at work. In his office.He’s my boss.

My heart pounds for an entirely different reason now. I jump off the desk, smoothing down my skirt as panic creeps in. “Shit! They’ve probably already started.” I glance at the clock, my heart sinking.

James pushes his chair back. There’s a smug glint in his eyes as he drags his fingers through his tousled hair like he has all the time in the world.

“They’ll wait.” He shrugs, as though what we shared hadn’t been both dangerous and delicious. “They’ll survive without us for a few minutes.”

“That was insane,” I whisper under my breath, trying to pull myself together. My hands are shaking. “We’re at work, James.”

I struggle to catch my breath. The adrenaline is still running through my veins, but the reality of what we just did is quickly sobering me up.

I hold my hand out, palm up, waiting for him to return my thong. “Please?”

He arches an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he slips my panties into his pocket. “Not a chance.”

I blink, the flush creeping back up my neck. “James—”

“No panties for you.” His voice is firm, final. He’s already back in control. “If I have to sit through this session with a hard-on, bored out of my mind, I want your panties in my pocket and the taste of you on my tongue.”

My mouth goes dry, heat flooding me all over again. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.” He stands, buttoning his suit jacket, looking entirely too composed. Like he wasn’t just buried between my legs two minutes ago.

“I want you to sit there, wet and sticky, a constant reminder of where my mouth has just been.”

My pulse leaps at his words. But there’s no time to argue, and the way his eyes are burning into me says that I wouldn’t win this fight anyway.

I take a breath, trying to focus.I can do this.It’s just a leadership training session. Simple. Professional. Easy.

But as James walks around the desk, his hand brushing my arm, I realize nothing about this is going to be simple.

“Let’s go, Cora.” He presses lightly at the small of my back, guiding me toward the door. “We don’t want to keep them waiting too long, do we?”

I exhale shakily, nodding as I follow his lead. What just happened hangs in the air like a fog, and I can’t help but feel we’ve blurred a line we were never meant to cross.

The door swings open, and the cool air outside his office is like a slap to my flushed skin. I take a calming breath, trying to compose myself as I walk beside him, my heels clicking against the floor.

The walk down the hall to the elevator feels longer than usual, each step reminding me that I’m bare underneath my skirt, vulnerable. Each step is a reminder of the intensity between us, still lingering like a touch I can’t brush off.

I can’t believe he’s making me go through with this.

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