Page 42 of Undercover Desires

He thinks he can control me. Does Kobe think the same thing? “Well, he’s mistaken,” I murmur, not sounding as confident as I would like. I’m normally very strong, very in control. I’m not a pushover. But it’s not the thought of Mr. Big thinking of me like that that has me feeling weak in the knees. It’s this man walking toward me. Is that what he wants with his damn contract?

He approaches me, and I back up toward the kitchen counter. “I don’t know. I could see you on your knees saying yes daddy, thank you, daddy, let me suck your cock now, daddy.” His lips turn up at the sides. He’s playing me again. This is all a game to him. He wants me to take the bait.

“You’re jealous. That’s why you did that. You were making your claim on me so he backs off,” I throw back at him, trying to put him off whatever he’s doing here.

His nostrils flare, and I know I have him. “I’m not jealous, Bella. There is nothing to be jealous of. My only intention was to protect you. Make it clear he should back off. You don’t want to get mixed up with him. Trust me.”

I can’t help the laughter that escapes me. Can he hear himself? “By finger-fucking me as I tried to serve him a drink. What if I was curious to find out more about him? Have you ever thought I might enjoy being a sub?” I push him, not even really knowing what I’m talking about. Yeah, I've heard people throw around the label, and I'm sure I can imagine what it's all about.

His eyes darken dangerously. “You’re playing a dangerous game, babydoll.”

“Am I?” I ask innocently.

“You want to test the waters? Come here.”

I blink back at him, not sure what to do. This feels like one of those moments where I should run in the opposite direction, but instinctively, I go to him. He holds up a finger to my lips.

“Suck,” he instructs.

I don’t even think about it, I take his finger in my mouth and suck. It tastes of me.

“You taste good, don’t you, sweetheart? So fucking delicious. That’s how hot you were for me. You can’t deny it.”

He slips his finger from my mouth, a playful smirk painting his lips. Somehow, I feel like I’m about to see Kobe in his element, and I know I should stop this before it goes any further, but I justcan’t. I don’t want to. I have kept my rebellious side locked up tight for way too long, and she wants out.

“Slide your hand down the front of your skirt and play with yourself for me.”

I stare back at him. Fuck. I knew I was tipping him over the edge.

“Do it, Bella,” he demands, his voice low and commanding, and I know what he’s saying. This is what he was talking about with the contract. I have to do as he asks of me. He likes to be in charge.

This feels so wrong here in the break room, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge. And more than anything, I want this. I slowly undo the zipper of my skirt so it loosens enough that I can slip my hand down the front, straight into my panties. He’s right, I’m so wet for him. My fingers slip through my folds easily.

He watches me, his stare intense. I’m not sure what he’s going to do next. “Fuck,” I hear him growl. He doesn’t waste any time undoing his fly and slipping his hand down the front of his pants, taking hold of his cock. Not so I can see anything, but it’s obvious what he’s doing. “I bet you feel so fucking good. So wet. I can smell your arousal from here.”

His dirty words make my fingers move with more precision. I’ve never done anything so risky before. Yeah, I have gotten myself off, but not with another person watching at my place of work. Hell no. And he’s not just another person either, he’s Kobe fucking Rivera. I circle my clit, rubbing two fingers over it with just the right pressure.

“That’s it, good girl, get yourself off for me.”

I watch as he grabs himself more aggressively, his hand sliding back and forth over his cock. “Push two fingers inside of that wet pussy for me, Bella, just like I did at the bar.”

I let out a whimper, not sure I can, I’m already so close. This is all so hot.

“Do it, and thank me for the opportunity,” he instructs, making my heart race faster.

I push my middle and index finger inside, feeling my pussy tighten around them. My clit throbs with need.

“Thank me.” He strokes himself, his eyes impossibly dark.

“Thank you,” I whisper through labored breaths.

“Thank you who?” he asks.

“Thank you, Mr. Rivera.”

“Yes. Good girl.” He works himself faster. “Fuck. Yes.” He moans, and it’s nearly enough to tip me over the edge. “How does it feel when you play with yourself for me?”

“So good,” I whisper, my fingers working faster, flutters of pleasure building within me. I grab hold of the counter behind me with my free hand, feeling like my knees are about to give way and I’m going to collapse.

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