Page 85 of Wicked Fantasies

The two women exchanged handshakes and pleasantries as Reed allowed the seed of an idea take root in his brain. When he’d seen Frankie in Brian’s office, all he could think about was seducing her again. Now that he’d spoken to her, taken stock of her character, he decided mere seduction wasn’t going to be enough.

“If you’ll follow me this way, Frankie, I’ll show you your office.” She followed, and he waited as she studied the new space she would be calling home for ten to twelve hours a day.

“Very nice.”

He pointed out her private bathroom and then led her to the door on the opposite wall that connected to his office. She stepped over the threshold and again, he watched as she quickly assessed everything. She had a sharp mind, and he wondered what she saw when she looked at his office.

“Did you decorate this office yourself?”

He nodded.

“You’re certainly putting it all out there, aren’t you?”

He frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“This office screams of masculinity and power.” She pointed at his dark oak desk. “Couldn’t find a larger desk? Brian’s wasn’t even this big.”

He grinned. “Big man, big desk.” He wiggled his eyebrows to accentuate just what he considered big, and she scoffed.

“Don’t forget, babe. I took the tour last night. You could’ve downsized a bit.”

He grinned at her taunt. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was pounding inside your body. If I’m not mistaken, you were begging for more.”

“I don’t beg.”

He took a step closer. Moved her two steps back until her thighs hit histoo-largedesk. “I could make you beg.”

He expected her to launch into a million arguments about why she wouldn’t continue their affair. Instead, she reached down and pressed firmly against his erection. The unexpected touch caught him off guard.

“You’d be the one begging.”

“Is that a dare?” he said, raising his hands to engulf her hips, pulling her lower body against him.

“No, it’s the truth.” As she spoke, she began to rub his cock through his pants. “You want to put your cock inside me again. Say it. Maybe if you ask real nice, I’ll even let you.”

Her words were tough and sexy as shit. He reached up and tweaked her nipple through her blouse and bra. If he had one regret about the previous night, it was that he hadn’t taken the time to enjoy her tits. They were large, firm, the perfect size for his hands. “Such nice, hard nipples. I bet you want me to suck on them, don’t you? You want me to strip that shirt off, yank that bra down and take you in my mouth. All you have to do is say please.”

She moved her hand from his cock, using her hands to lift herself onto his desk. Before he could process her motions, she had her skirt hiked up to mid-thigh and she was pulling his lower body toward her with her legs as they wrapped around his waist. She kept applying pressure until he could feel the heat of her pussy against his clad cock. “I bet you dreamed about fucking me all night, didn’t you, Reed? Bet you imagined how much you wanted to pound inside me some more. My pussy’s hot and wet and ready. All you have to do is beg for it.”

He grasped her hands, pulling them behind her, holding them at the small of her back with one hand. Her eyes darkened with arousal, and he could sense how much the idea of being captured turned her on. He reached between them with his other hand, dragged it along her silk panties. She wasn’t lying about being wet. The material was more than damp. “Ask for my fingers, Frankie. Ask me to put them inside you. Beg for two, three of them to fuck you hard. Beg me.”

Their faces were close now, both of them gasping for breath. Somewhere along the line this game had gotten out of control. Her set, though pained, face proved she’d never say the words, and even though his cock was reading him the riot act, he knew he wouldn’t, either. He recognized the moment she came to the same realization.

Her legs loosened around his hips, then lowered back to the floor. He released his grip on her hands, swallowing heavily when she slowly rose and pushed her skirt back down.

The silence hovered in the air for only a few moments before she cleared her throat. “It would seem we are evenly matched.”

For once in his life, he had to agree. Carter had warned him last night. Told him approaching Francesca was sheer stupidity. He’d done it anyway. And now he was facing years of his life, sitting in an office next door to the one woman on the planet who could drive him insane with sexual frustration.

Just desserts for years of being a player? Maybe. Carter would call it karma. He walked around to his desk chair and tried not to wince as he sat down with the world’s largest erection fighting the rough material of his slacks for release.

She dropped into the chair across from him, and he tried not to show his annoyance at how quickly she’d managed to compose herself. Then he noticed her turgid nipples through her blouse and watched her squirm. He hid his smile behind his hand. At least, she was suffering too.

He looked at the files on his desk and thought perhaps now was a good time for diversion. “As Brian said in his office, there are three big clients looking for marketing representation. The Golf Connection, an online golf catalog, will be listening to our presentation early next week. That’s the one we need to focus on immediately. After that, we have two weeks before we need to have an ad campaign created for Simply Lovely, a chain of boutiques that cater to women. Finally, at the beginning of next month, we’re bidding to represent Wedded Bliss, a new wedding chapel, that’s sort of an all-in-one deal. They take care of the flowers, clothing, reception, even help make the honeymoon arrangements.”

“Fantastic. The Walmart of weddings. Whatever happened to planning your own damn special day?”

Reed shrugged. “Today’s couple obviously doesn’t have the time. As senior partner in this team, I’ve already sketched out our approach for each bid.”

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