Page 42 of His Temptation
“Fuck, baby,” I growl as I watch. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She looks up at me with a devilish smile. “I like seeing you lose control like this.”
I roll my eyes. “Is that the only reason you wanted to touch me?”
Instead of answering, she tightens her grip on me and moves her hand all the way back to my base, then brings it back up to the tip. My pre-cum is helping her hand slide along me a bit easier.
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
Okay, you have to last more than one tug, you fool. Think about something else.
“You don’t want to watch?” her soft voice asks.
I open my eyes and look down at her innocent ones. “I’m afraid if I do,” I growl as she continues to move her hand, “I’ll come too quickly.”
She bites her lip, like she’s considering my words. “I’d rather you watch. Even if you come fast.”
I nod my head. “Whatever you want.”
I’m such a pussy. Apparently, she could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to her.
Her hand starts to move faster, and that feeling that starts in my balls begins to take over. I try to hold it off, but I feel it getting ready to explode. I look up at my CFO and COO standing outside of my office, talking to each other, all while my assistant has my cock in her hand.
It’s the final thing that makes me blow.
“Fuck!” I groan. “I’m coming, Kylie.”
Instead of stopping, she keeps pumping her hand and watches with amusement as ropes of white cum burst out of me, landing everywhere. Her hand, my dick, my pants. My entire body relaxes when the last of it is out, leaving both of us panting and staring at the evidence of what we just did.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she breathes. “It’s all over your pants.”
I lean forward and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear to keep it out of the mess. “Don’t worry. I have spare suits in my closet by my bathroom.”
Her shoulders fall with relief. “Thank God.”
We both stand, and I lead her to my private bathroom to clean herself up. While she washes her hands, I kick off my pants and open the closet to grab a fresh pair.
She watches me closely through the mirror in front of her, jaw set tight.
“Is, uh … everything okay?” I ask delicately.
I’m not sure if she’s angry right now or regretting what we just did, but I can tell she seems off.
“Do you do this often?” she asks as she scrubs her hands furiously.
I step into my fresh pair of pants. “Do I do what often?”
“Mess around with your employees in the office? Is that why you have so many suits in here?”
I leave my pants hanging open and walk toward her, shutting the water off and grabbing a towel. I start to dry her hands while I think about what to say.
“I’ve never once touched a woman or let one touch me in my office. This is all a first for me.”
A hesitant smile pulls at her lips. I don’t miss the way it makes my heartbeat quicker.
“Good. I just didn’t want to be one of many who …”
“You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever been with. But that’s why we have to be careful about what this is.” I place the towel down and step away, making quick work to get my pants zipped and buckled.
