Page 11 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

But I comply, and his finger circles my clit, sending sparks of desire through my body. A moan flees from my mouth before I can hold it back, my hips instinctively pressing forward.

He withdraws his hand. “Birth control?”

“Seriously? Way to kill the mood.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’ll need condoms.”

He reaches for his briefcase, retrieves papers from his folder, hands them to me like I’m his lawyer. I am, but not tonight. “I’m clean. Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.” The word comes out clipped, irritated.

“Good. Here’s my doctor’s information. Come back in two days with your results.” His tone is all business now, like we’re discussing a legal contract instead of our arrangement.

And I’m still naked. Is this him proving the power he holds?

“Are you kidding me?” I snatch up my clothes, yanking my panties on with trembling fingers. Heat rises to my cheeks. I’m not sure if it’s from anger or embarrassment. “This is ridiculous. You could have given me the paperwork earlier today and I could have stayed at home tonight and not got dressed up.”

He wraps his large hand around the back of my neck and turns me to him. “Stop being a brat.”

My mouth drops open before I shut and hiss, “I. Am. Not. A. Brat.”

He smiles. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you in.”

“I’m not a horse.”

A small chuckle rattles up his throat. “And I will relish our adult conversations.”

“You’ll need to come to my office for those.”

“You are super quick at the replies. On your knees.”

“What?”

Still holding me by my neck, his mouth gets dangerously close to mine. My breathing hitches, and although I’m still a littleannoyed with him, as he holds my neck and his hot breath fans over my cheek, my wet pussy is betraying my every thought.

He lowers me until my knees hit the ground. “Let’s see if you can be quiet. I only want to hear your moans or a word of your choosing for me to stop. Nothing else.”

“Do you prefer a word in particular?” I ask.I don’t know. This is his thing.

“You can just tell me to stop, if you wish,” he says. “Take my cock out.”

I know he is testing me, so I follow his instructions.

I reach for the belt on his pants, sliding it free before flicking my thumb under the button and dragging down his zipper. I push down his pants and boxer briefs. His cock jumps free and I swallow at the size of him.

“Hold it.”

He’s already fully hard as I take the base of him in my hand and lean forward, smelling the soap and a fresh laundry smell that lingers on him.

“Lick the end.”

I clench my thighs together. I’m more turned on than I thought I would be. Not that I thought about this moment too much.

That’s a lie. Maybe I have thought of him a little.

Mr. Bridge takes my cheeks in both of his hands just as I’m about to take his dick in my mouth. His eyes are so caring and I’m taken aback when he asks, “Are you okay?”

I nod. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’m eager to please him—yet this was the most disappointing part of sex with my ex. I hate giving head. I hate not knowing if I’m doing this right.

Like he knows, his thumbs slide over my cheeks. The movement is so delicate, tears lace my eyes. I glance down, not wanting him to see it, but he slides his thumb over my bottom lip. “Look at me.” His voice is gruff.

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