Page 107 of Unbossly Manners

Heat swelled between my thighs.

“You knew?” I asked.

“I hoped.”

His hand slid around the nape of my neck and he pulled my face to his. I parted my lips and his tongue slid inside, dancing with mine in a heated two-step. His hips locked against me, and his cock rubbed my clit through my flimsy leggings, drawing the blood to it, wetness seeping out of me as we kissed.

“Fuck, I want you,” I gasped, yearning to rip the clothes from my body.

“I’m all yours.”

He dropped to his knees. His hands gripped the waistband of my pants and he ripped them from my body taking my underwear with them.

I shuddered, my lower half naked before him. He brought his nose close to my pussy and sniffed.

“I love the smell of your desire.” His tongue darted inside me and licked upward toward my clit. I gasped, bucking toward his mouth.

He flattened his lips and traced little kisses up my inner thigh. My head tilted back, my hands in his hair, my knees wide, my body pleading for him to touch the swollen nub of my clit.

“Fuck me with your mouth,” I begged.

He laughed against my pussy, his breath hot and wet.

“Mmm. Dirty talk. We didn’t write that in the agreement.”

“I’d like some cunnilingus, please,” I amended.

He wasn’t ready to indulge me, his kisses circling my pelvic bone, just shy of my clit, teasing. I couldn’t take it and pushed his head down to meet my pulsing bundle of nerves.

“Very demanding,” he said against me, my clit buzzing.

He spread his tongue thick over me. I moaned, and relaxed back on the hard surface, not caring there were papers under me, pens beside me, and I was in my place of work.

Fuck.

He took my whole clit in his mouth and sucked, and I stopped caring about anything but that. His hand slipped under my shirt and shoved into my bra, pinching my nipple. I groaned, shifting my hips toward him. Two fingers from his free hand glided into my opening, slick from my wetness.

My muscles contracted around him, his tongue circling faster, his fingers diving in and out, hitting that spot just under my clit that drove me crazy. Heat was spinning around my thighs. My hips writhed under him, the flurry of desire shooting toward its pinnacle. He pressed inside me and sucked my clit hard in his mouth, and I cried out as I fell apart right there on his desk, stars exploding behind my eyes.

“Oh fuck yes…”

I continued to shout a long diatribe of expletives, riding my orgasm as it exploded through my body. His lips mercifully continued their beautiful kisses on me, until I floated back into my body.

“You might want to keep it down,” he glanced at the door.

My already hot cheeks turned hotter.

“Shit,” I said.

“Don’t worry. Everyone’s celebrating. Listen… You can hear the bass from the sound system.”

I’d been so wrapped in my pleasure, I hadn’t paid attention to anything but Jackson and how fucking good he felt.

Jackson pulled me up and kissed me deeply.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said between mouthfuls. I slammed against him, clawing at his shoulders, kissing him so hard, our teeth collided. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I could crawl inside him and become one. Kissing and clutching weren’t ever going to be enough to sate this desire.

My hand pressed his chest, I slammed him against the desk, and I fell to my knees. His bulge pressed against his pants and my mouth watered.

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